On the afternoon of the day when Luo Chaosheng and Jiang Cuicui Fan Sheng left by train, the goods transported from Xinjiang Province arrived.

The yard has vacated the place, and after winning Luo Chaosheng's consent, they put up a shed in the yard again, nearly three tons of goods, seventy-eight *** bags, and forty of them were stacked in a corner of the yard with two floors, and the rest were all pulled into the roughly decorated shop.

The shelves have been worked overtime, and the interior has been renovated, Jiang Xinyu feels that it is really simple, but there is no need to decorate the store in the market to sell dried fruits.

The shop was in a mess, and several people were still busy, Jiang Xinyu was sitting at the door of the store with the child in her arms, blowing the wind through the hall.

Chen Yi stood on the chair with a hammer to sign a plaque, and Song Yahui finished wiping the container non-stop and poured it in.

The market is also very lively at noon, and today even the children are not napping, and their eyes are staring at the father who is working with a hammer without blinking.

"Western Regions Dried Fruit"

The plaque was hung, and someone outside read the words on the plaque.

"So your shop sells dried fruits."

The uncle spoke in a Beijing accent and looked at each other.

Jiang Xinyu held the child's ass in one hand and hugged him, and picked up the prepared fruit plate with the other hand and handed it over.

"In the future, we will all be neighbors, you all taste them, these are dried fruits from Xinjiang Province, transported from thousands of miles, and the sweetest ones are the sweetest."

This time, there are two types of raisins, which are maroon red and green.

Ninety-five percent of the shops in the market are state-owned, and most of the neighbors around them have formal jobs, and having a formal job means having purchasing power.

Who doesn't say a word sweet about dried cantaloupe and raisins in Xinjiang Province?

They have more than a ton of stale goods and have to be disposed of quickly, otherwise they will have to be smashed in their hands.

A knowledgeable uncle said, "Cantaloupe is something that was paid tribute to the emperor in the past, and the dried melon is so sweet, it is worthy of being a tribute."

The flow of people in the market is more than ten times greater than that of the slanted street entrance, and the faces of Chinese people are mixed with the faces of foreign friends at noon.

"It's so sweet! How does this sell?"

A blue-eyed foreign guy pinched a raisin and asked for the price in French.

Jiang Xinyu said: "Our store is not officially open yet, of course, if you need it, we can sell it in advance."

The French brother didn't expect her to be able to communicate with him in French, and he didn't stumble at all.

He had a smile on his face, "I have to return to China in a few days, you give me ten catties for each product in your store."

If there is business coming to the door, how can there be a reason to push it out.

The store has been registered with the market management office, and the business license has also been obtained, and the opening date is scheduled for this Saturday, that is, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, the store needs to be cleaned up.

She was not very satisfied with the decoration of the store, but now the decoration materials are not as rich as they were later, the shelves are covered with glass, and the walls are pasted with large framed advertising cloths, which looks like that, but there is still something missing.

I was in a hurry to go to Xinjiang Province, and the money in my hand was not enough, so I said that I didn't use the passbook given by Chen Jinhua, and the goods and decoration were still embezzled more than 1,400.

The French brother tasted all the varieties in the fruit bowl, especially raisins and dried cantaloupe, so he lost five pounds of almonds and dried figs each.

Jiang Xinyu took the dried fruit and reported the price: "Raisins are two kilograms, dried cantaloupe is eight yuan, almonds and dried figs are two yuan, and dried apricots are eight cents."

This price must be expensive at this time, but the price may be so high, how can they make money?

This trip is more than 1,000 freight alone, the cost of freight accounts for the majority, as well as rent and labor, doing business is not charity, the price has to be set like this.

At this time, one franc can be exchanged for five yuan a piece, and foreigners who can travel abroad at this time naturally have plenty of money, and they feel that one dollar in China can really buy a lot of things, and the purchasing power is quite amazing.

This French guy is not stupid, knowing that this price is not cheap, he was surprised and said, "It's really not cheap."

Jiang Xinyu's face remained unchanged, and she said with a smile: "Our goods come from Xinjiang Province, which is nearly three thousand miles away, and transportation alone is not a big expense. There's a big temperature difference between day and night, that's why the fruit is so sweet..."

The French brother also became interested in the Xinjiang Province in her mouth, and the two talked happily.

Song Yahui, who weighed two pounds and bags, watched Mr. Jiang receive a payment of eighty-nine yuan after talking and laughing.

Not eight nines, but eighty-nine.

In the past, he worked non-stop every day, and received a maximum of twenty-five a month in the masonry, and this order sold eighty-nine!

Is it so easy to make money in the capital?

Song Yahui was in a trance.

"Beautiful Miss Oriental, I will give me an extra yuan as a reward, and I hope you can send me to the Capital Hotel."

The French brother left his name and room number, and Song Yahui tied the bag with a rope.

Jiang Xinyu looked at this packaging and couldn't put it on the table, thinking that she had to order some packaging bags and gift boxes.

People rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, and if they want to sell at a high price, they have to engage in packaging.

The store is in a hurry, and you have to take your time to do everything.

The people in the shop who came to join in the fun saw that she could also speak foreign languages, and she talked so smoothly with foreigners, so she naturally looked up to her.

Chen Yi delivered the goods, and he will go back to school directly after delivering the goods.

Song Yahui was busy, and many people came to the shop to watch the excitement and taste dried fruits, and there were many people who said that it was delicious, but only two or three out of ten were willing to pay for it.

Jiang Xinyu is not disappointed, pork is only seven or eight cents a pound this year, and some of her dried fruits are more expensive than meat, and it is normal for most people to be reluctant.

It hasn't officially opened yet, and it sold for one hundred and ten yuan before closing in the middle of the afternoon, if it's not for the child humming and chirping and trying to pull the poop, Jiang Xinyu will definitely not let them open and come again.

On the bus back, the orange-red sunset fell on the glass.

The child fell asleep in front of her, holding her with sore hands and arms.

"Teacher Jiang, Brother Changhai is leaving tomorrow, and I will go to live with you in the future?" He asked, scratching his head.

Jiang Xinyu has been busy lately, and Chen Yi is also running at both ends of the school store every day, and the two of them can sleep at night when they are busy, and they really don't have time to find a place.

"Don't call me Teacher Jiang in the future, I'm a few years older than you, you can just call sister, and in the future, we'll be there first, and when we're done, we'll find a place."

Song Yahui nodded.

Getting on the bus, Jiang Xinyu had a flash of inspiration in her mind.

She knew that there was something almost in the store, the floor looked bare, the name of the store was "Western Regions Fragrance" dried fruits, they could have cut the three large blankets that Abdu gave them and spread them on the ground, so that the store looked more Western-style.