Chapter 19 What is bought is not sold

At least a dozen coupons for buying rice were not made by Li Jixiang himself. These coupons are cut out of graph paper to be the same size as Li Jixiang's coupons, and the stamps are stamped at almost the same angle. However, on the back of the graph paper, there is no LJX small print marked on Li Jixiang's genuine coupon.

It's quite similar! Li Jixiang stared at the coupon and smiled.

Grandma Li had never seen her granddaughter smile like this, and she looked at Li Jixiang's face nervously, "What's wrong?" This morning, everyone who bought rice used coupons, and the number of coupons matched the money for selling rice. ”

"That's right."

Li Jixiang continued to laugh.

The business of selling rice has grown to the point where the townspeople are counterfeiting coupons, which shows how popular it is. Originally, it was a business without capital, and it was not right, and it took a lot of brains and energy to brush up on popularity.

"You can buy a bag of rice in the afternoon and get a coupon free."

Li Jixiang sandwiched the fake coupon in the middle of the genuine coupon and returned it to Grandma Li. Grandma Li carefully put it in the cloth pocket around her waist.

With imitation coupons, you don't need to tear the checkerboard and cut it into pieces of paper in the future, and you have to get a hand of oil clay to make genuine coupons. The price of selling rice was originally seven yuan, and the price of eight yuan was to keep up with other rice shops.

What you buy is never what you sell! To do business is to find the soft underbelly of consumers.

"Hey, I don't know when these small goods will be cleared."

Grandma Li is also worried about the backlog of goods she has shipped in the past. Li Jixiang had an idea, An Chen's bean sprouts can be bundled and sold with coupons, and Grandma Li's small goods can of course be promoted together with selling rice.

Of course, the purpose of the promotion is not for money, but I don't want Grandma Li to worry about these backlogged small goods.

If someone doesn't have a coupon to buy rice, they can choose from any of the five small items. If the amount of rice purchased at a time reaches 15 yuan, you can also choose any five small commodities.

"Can this be done? What about the money? ”

Grandma Li couldn't turn a corner.

"You see, the average price of these small commodities is only two cents, and five things are almost one yuan. You don't need coupons to buy rice, of course, you can sell it for an extra yuan, which is equal to the price of small goods. ”

"Ahh

Although Grandma Li is uneducated, her brain is not stupid, and after a little bit of Li Jixiang's dialing, she immediately understood that her small goods can also make money.

Who wouldn't be tempted by something that is given away for free! The marketing routine is deep, and to put it bluntly, it is Cheng Biting Jin's three-board axe. Free, free and offered.

I still want to rub the bicycle of the Anjia brothers when I go to school in the afternoon, but unfortunately I can't see their shadows when I go far away.

The market was bustling with many people and good business, An Chen's mother and An Chen's father went out to sell bean sprouts in the morning and didn't go home at noon. The An brothers didn't have anything to eat when they went home, so they should have eaten in the staff canteen near the school.

Before I knew it, I turned into the department store again, and after watching the delightful lady's sloping beam bicycle, I walked to the TV and cassette counter to take a look.

The TV was playing an afternoon show, and a man and a woman were humming and singing. It's similar to the stage actors on the big set, except that the costumes of the actors on TV are more gorgeous.

"Waiter, how much does a TV cost?"

An aunt came next to her and asked the salesperson.

"Nine hundred and eight."

The salesperson enthusiastically introduced the functions of the TV, and the latest color TV was purchased with a ticket. Nowadays, many people have replaced black and white televisions with color televisions......

You also need a ticket to buy a TV! The quality of that picture is snowflakes flying, the shape is stupid and stupid, and it looks heavy, and it costs nine hundred and eight! It's clearly killing people.

The aunt paid the ticket arrogantly, and asked a young man who followed behind her to pick up the 21-inch transistor color TV that Li Jixiang couldn't look at, and walked out of the mall with a smile. A person jumped out of a gray bread machine in front of the mall, and hurriedly pulled the door to let the aunt get into the car. The aunt watched as the young man carried the bulky TV set into the trunk of the car, and then got into the car in a hurry.

At this time, two little daughters-in-law passing by muttered quietly that the mayor's house had changed the color TV. The mayor may be the only family in the town that has the money to buy a television.

"I don't even have a black-and-white TV at home!"

"It's like I have it at home. The cassette recorder I got married to has been stuck on tapes lately, and listening to songs is weird. It's annoying! ”

The two little daughters-in-law looked at the mayor's wife's car with envy and walked away, and then walked into the mall while walking.

It turned out to be the mayor's wife!

Grandma Li said that the mayor's salary is eighty yuan a month, and the mayor's wife buys a TV for nine hundred and eight, according to the mayor's income, she has to save for a year without eating or drinking. He has two sons studying in the provincial capital, and a daughter who graduated from high school last year and is unemployed.

Where did the mayor's wife get the money? There must be a demon in the imbalance between income and consumption!

In the afternoon class, Li Jixiang habitually dozed off on the table. The habit of napping for many years can't be changed for a while, anyway, the homeroom teacher is not there, and the teaching director has not come to designate who to watch the classroom discipline, and no one can disturb her sleep.

Confused, like a dream, I felt my body fluttering and flying into the air. Losing the steadiness of her feet on the ground, the voice of her name was called in her ears again. Li Jixiang felt that she had been woken up, squinting to reveal a slit, and a small dry face magnified in front of her eyes.

"What are you doing, you want to scare me to death!"

Li Jixiang's voice has always been elegant and soft, and when he said this, he was drowned out by the noise in the classroom.

sat up and slapped Ma Hongmei in the arm. Ma Hongmei didn't hide, with a smile on her face. After eating two meals of rice, her chest was relieved and her heart was sweet, and she felt that her mother had eaten rice and seemed to be not crazy. In the morning math exam, Li Jixiang took a good score, and now she thinks that Li Jixiang is her ancestor, so she can kneel.

"I just heard that Teacher Zhang's husband is going to divorce her......"

Ma Hongmei leaned close to Li Jixiang's ears and whispered.

"Listen to whom?"

"No."

Ma Hongmei pouted at the front of the classroom. Li Jixiang saw that Huang Li and Luo Wei had already come, and some classmates said that they went to Zhang Chunfen's house to visit Zhang Chunfen at noon.

The head teacher asked for leave for unknown reasons, and as the class leader and deputy class leader, it was time to play the rainbow fart.

"If you leave, you will leave, and it will be more painful to be together if you can't get by."

Somehow, Chen Hao'an's face suddenly burst out of her mind, and that face seemed to be asleep, which was particularly quiet and peaceful. It was completely different from her impression of his cold and domineering appearance.

Li Jixiang shook his head and drove Chen Hao'an's face away. Ma Hongmei's chatter came from her ears again.

Teacher Zhang Chunfen's husband has another woman, and he is his colleague who teaches in the county middle school, and he is younger and more beautiful than Teacher Zhang.

A man is middle-aged, promoted and made a fortune to change his wife! No matter what age it is, it's still this virtue! Men are teenagers until they die, and they must be sharpened.