Volume One Hundred and Forty-One Flea Market
"Let's take a look, the latest "English-Chinese Dictionary"!"
"Electric fans, bedside lamps, and small tables are sold cheaply!"
"Classmates, let's see if there's anything you need!"
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Although there are still some days before the defense, the atmosphere of graduation is already very strong, with the acquiescence of the school, the original club has begun to open a flea market, and the senior has begun to set up stalls to sell those items that the younger students do not want to take home. Basically, they take the sheets and spread them on the floor, and then put all kinds of things on them, and of course, textbooks and reference books are the most popular products. If you go shopping, you can really find a lot of good things in this flea market, but unfortunately I am also an afterthought, and now I have lost my identity as a buyer.
In fact, we boys also have a lot of idle items, although we can't sort out a dazzling array of cosmetics, but there are still some clothes, reference books, stationery, and computer accessories. People like me and Eric and Lao Zhao are relatively far away, and many things will definitely not be brought home, but we are not as diligent as the girls, and by the time we realize that we are going to be "stall owners", there are no idle stalls in the "market" for a long time. Looking at the way they were calling on the street, Lin Ye and Eric both thought it was very interesting and especially wanted to try it.
The "stall owners" of this flea market will not replenish the stock, and when they are sold out, they will withdraw their stalls, and then the new stall owners will continue to top. However, due to the relative proximity to the girls' dormitory, after several days, we still did not get the "stall owner" as we wished. Fortunately, the girls in our class are more diligent, and they finally grabbed a "golden bunk" at a crossroads. Eric and Lin Ye naturally wanted to experience the feeling of "small merchants and hawkers", and at the beginning, they would go to the stalls and sell all kinds of expensive clothes they had accumulated in the past four years to passers-by. In addition, they also hope to take the opportunity to sell various textbooks and reference books to talk to beautiful students.
However, we were still too young to do any serious research on the market beforehand: in addition to the younger students who came to the flea market, there were more aunts who lived in the surrounding area...... In front of them, we so-called "college students" are little rabbits who have not grown all their hair. A piece of clothing with an original price of nearly 1,000 yuan can be pressed below 50 under the various dislikes of aunts...... Soon, Lin Ye and Eric were defeated, and the position of "stall owner" was given to the girls in our class. According to Eric, the aunts were crazy, his skinny body was no match at all, and it was a blessing that he didn't get knocked to the ground by them, and Wawa even had scratches on his hands......
I can't believe Eric's words, because in my freshman year, I saw the strength of the aunts in front of the boys' dormitory. At that time, Lao Zhao and I just went back to the dormitory from the outside, and the door of the dormitory was full of uncles and aunts, some of them were holding clothes and pants in their hands, and some were holding sheets and quilt covers. Just as we were about to enter the door, a senior walked out with a few clothes, and the surrounding uncles and aunts suddenly rushed up, squeezing me and Lao Zhao to both sides of the door.
Since the position of "stall owner" was returned to the girls in our class, we have become "hands-off shopkeepers", only in charge of "supply". We don't have any concept of the market at all, and in the face of the aunts who are bargaining with chainsaws, we have only one principle: clearance. We don't care about how the girls do it, but they still ask us if we agree to the price before we "ship".
"Someone wants to buy your clothes, 3 yuan, do you want to sell them?" A text message came, and I took a look, it was from the "apprentice" Aman. 3 yuan, you can't add eggs to soak noodles, but my clothes are bought for nearly 500 yuan when I was at home with genuine Nike, which is really a big gap.
Seeing that I didn't reply for a long time, Aman directly floated over with a phone call.
"Did you text you? Does your Nike sell or not? Three pieces? Aman's speech was very fast, and there seemed to be the voice of the aunt urging him next to him.
"Ah...... Three pieces? "I'm still hesitating.
"Are you free now, or you should come here. They're waiting. You talk directly! Aman said eagerly.
"Oh, good ......" My mind was still hesitating, and my mouth directly agreed.
Quickly came to the familiar stall, and the three aunts were constantly pulling in the pile of clothes with disgusted faces.
"When someone comes, you tell him." Aman pointed at me and said.
"Do you sell these three clothes?" An aunt is domineering.
"Huh? Three pieces, I'm a famous brand. I said weakly.
"Yes, Auntie, look at Nike!" Oman was on the sidelines.
"What's the use of famous brands, you see that these cuffs are broken." Auntie flipped over the cuffs and showed us the holes. This coat is my favorite outfit to keep warm in spring and autumn and not bulky in winter, and if it weren't for the fact that the cuffs were worn out a few holes, I would have taken it home and wore it.
"Ah, young man, three dollars is a lot. Is that dress yours too? I look good, two pieces are seven yuan. "Auntie saw that I had been hesitating and didn't speak, so she picked up a piece of my cotton coat.
"Huh?" I reflexively popped up the word. This cotton coat is not a famous brand, but I have worn this dress since high school, and I wore it a few times after arriving at Chahachong, which is considered to be a little emotional.
The aunt thought that I had agreed, and put together the things selected between them and gave the money to Aman, and then the three of them walked away quickly with the "fruits of victory", probably because they were afraid that we would regret it.
"Your money, take it!" Aman gave me the money for my two dresses.
"How's the business?" Although I am a little reluctant in my heart, it has become an established fact, and I don't need to worry about more money and less money, anyway, even if I don't sell it, I will still throw it away in the end.
"It's okay, everything is almost sold, and we'll withdraw in another day." Aman's tone was like that of a seasoned stall owner, "Master, how are you preparing for your dissertation defense?" It is said that yours are a group of death~"
"That's it, anyway, my thesis has already been finalized, and my supervisor didn't say anything." I said it a little lightly, not because I was bragging, but because I really didn't have any trouble starting with the opening report.
"Master is Master." Aman said with a smile, "Do you plan to go back to your hometown after graduation?" ”
"yes......"
"How much do these shoes cost?" Another aunt came to the stall and interrupted our conversation, and Aman had to deal with the inquiring customer, so I said hello to her and left the stall. I took out a few green one-dollar bills, and looked at the moon in the three pools, and I fell into deep thought about my future again.