After thinking about it all night, Ruan Qingqing thought that the only way to prevent Jiang Chen from losing his enterprising spirit because of his part-time job was to let him embark on the road of doing business early.

With Jiang Chen's person, once he tastes the sweetness of doing business, he will definitely not succumb to working for others again.

It's a pity that she didn't know much about Jiang Chen in her last life, and she didn't know what he started from.

Ruan Qingqing was distressed, when she heard Ruan Dahai muttering in the toilet why there was a mop missing from the house.

Mop, a thought suddenly flashed through Ruan's mind.

"Dad, I'll tell you something."

Seeing his daughter's excited appearance, Ruan Dahai reluctantly put the mop in the bucket and washed it up and down, "Say, what's the matter?" ”

"Dad, isn't there a lot of defective products piled up in the warehouse of our garment factory, and we can only sell them as scrap products every time, I think it's too much of a loss, or we can find someone to help sell it, and say that we can't increase a profit, what do you think?"

"Which one to sell, those clothes have problems, people in the city can't look down on them, they can only sell them to rural people to wear, not to mention the price, they have to hire labor, it's troublesome and tossing, and many of them are lost."

"You are looking for Jiang Chen, anyway, he doesn't have a job now, let him take those defective products to set up a stall, sell one piece, you set a reserve price for him, and the excess part is his commission."

Ruan Dahai's action of washing the mop slowly stopped, as if he could also try?

If it is really sold, it can be regarded as an increase in income for the factory, but it is really impossible to sell it, and it is not too late to clean it up at the end of the year.

After getting off work, Ruan Dahai went to the hospital to visit Lin Ronghua with a bag of fruit.

After seeing Lin Ronghua, Jiang Chen sent him out, and Ruan Dahai took the opportunity to talk about his thoughts.

“…… Xiao Jiang, this is probably the case, you should consider whether to give it a try. It stands to reason that you are helping the factory sell clothes, I should give you the start of the work, but you are not yet old, I can't hire you, my idea is that you should help my uncle for free, every time you sell a piece of clothing, you pay the factory according to the price, and the rest is yours no matter how much, what do you think? ”

Jiang Chen was worried that there was no way to make money, so naturally he would not refuse Ruan Dahai's proposal.

The next day, Jiang Chen went to the garment factory, and Ruan Dahai led him to the warehouse to check.

Defective products have different problems, such as asymmetrical parts, inaccurate buttonholes, asymmetrical accessories, skipping stitches, thread loss, wrinkles, and various problems such as oil and rust stains.

This kind of defective products are generally directly packaged and sold to small workshops, and they take them back to modify and sort them out one by one, and then sell them in the township market.

Knowing that Jiang Chen had no means of transportation, Ruan Dahai also lent him an old tricycle in the factory.

Jiang Chen rode a tricycle and pulled two hundred defective products to find Zhang Chunxi.

"Mouse, where did you get your tricycle? What are these big bags on the car? ”

As soon as he saw Jiang Chen, Zhang Chunxi chattered around the tricycle in surprise.

Jiang Chen panted and pulled his neckline to fan the wind to dissipate heat, "What about my sister?" ”

"At the top of the house."

"Call her out, I'll take her back."

Zhang Chunxi looked at him, "What are you doing when you take her back?" She was hiding here, and Liu Qiang couldn't find her. ”

Jiang Chen said lightly, "Liu Qiang can't trouble me." ”

"You're exempt from me, huh?" Zhang Chunxi glared, "I'm R, shouldn't you get him?" ”

With Jiang Chen's ruthlessness, he can definitely do this kind of thing.

Zhang Chunxi suddenly panicked, "Mouse, don't mess around, you can do some things, and some things can't be done." ”

Jiang Chen gave him a blank look, he wanted to stab Liu Qiang to death with a knife, but unfortunately he couldn't find a chance, and he ......

There is no need for it, the only thing he needs to worry about in the future is to earn money to pay off his debts.

Knowing that Ruan Dahai repaid Jiang Chen's debt of 10,000 yuan, Zhang Chunxi's jaw almost dropped.

"Mouse, what kind of shit luck are you going? actually met such a good big boss, anyway, you don't have an old man, so you just think he is an old man! Your old man hasn't been so good to you! ”

Think Ruan Dahai is an old man?

Even if he was willing, Ruan Dahai might not be willing.

What's more, the person who really helped him was Ruan Qingqing, but Jiang Chen didn't want to talk to Zhang Chunxi about it, although the two were good brothers in jumpsuits.

picked up Jiang Yao, and then took Zhang Chunxi, Jiang Chen rode a tricycle home.

Along the way, Jiang Chen and Zhang Chunxi took turns pedaling the tricycle, and Jiang Yao was happy like a sparrow.

She didn't know about Lin Ronghua's suicide, and she didn't know how much 10,000 yuan was, she only knew that her family's debts had been paid off, and she didn't have to hide in Tibet in the future, she could go home!

"Brother, I want to eat popsicles!"

Since she was a child, she has been very sensible and never asks for snacks.

But today she was so happy, so happy that she couldn't help but ask too much.

But after saying that, she regretted it, and laughed at Jiang Chen, who was looking at her, "Haha, brother, I lied to you, I won't eat it!" ”

However, Jiang Chen opened his mouth to ask Zhang Chunxi to stop, and then in the surprised eyes of Jiang Yao and Zhang Chunxi, he bought three popsicles and came back.

Jiang Yao took the cold and sweet popsicle, and it felt like a dream.

"Brother, do you have a fever?"

People who usually want to spend a penny in half are willing to buy her popsicles to eat.

Zhang Chunxi was not polite, took the popsicle and bit off a third, pedaling the tricycle under the sun in the summer, pedaling the hairs of people hot, eating a cool and sweet popsicle, it was simply refreshing.

Jiang Chen ate Bingbing's sweet popsicle, and looked ahead with dark eyes.

What is a popsicle, he will directly open a popsicle factory in the future and let them eat whatever they want, every day.

After eating the popsicle, the trio continued home.

After parking the tricycle in the carport, Jiang Yao first took the key and went back to open the door, while Jiang Chen and Zhang Chunxi were responsible for carrying several large bags of goods upstairs.

When the aunts and aunts in the community saw him, they gathered in a pile of twos and threes to point and point.

The Jiang family's living room was already empty, and Jiang Chen had cleaned it up beforehand, and even the ground was mopped spotlessly, just enough to put the goods.

Under Jiang Chen's command, the three of them spent an hour dividing two hundred defective shirts into three piles.

A pile of oil stains can be cleaned clean.

A bunch of buckle seams are misaligned or jumpers are broken, which they can handle with needles and threads by themselves, Jiang Chen was very prescient and borrowed needles and twelve-colored threads from Ruan Dahai in advance.

The remaining pile is a relatively large problem, which has affected normal wear and requires a professional tailor to repair it.

Jiang Chen has done all kinds of dirty work, and the people he has met are also of three religions and nine ranks, and he happened to know an old tailor who set up a sewing stall on the outskirts of the city, and his business was very cold.

He went to the old tailor and asked him to do the repairs for a salary of eight cents.

For these defective products, Ruan Dahai gave a reserve price of three yuan and five pieces, and if the sewing is good, it is no problem to sell them for five or six yuan, except for the sewing wages of eight cents, one piece can also make a net profit of one or two yuan.

"Brother, it's okay to wash anything else, it's clean with soap, but this oil can't be cleaned, the more you rub it, the dirtier it gets, what should I do?"

Jiang Chen took the shirt from Jiang Yao's hand, looked at the black mass on it, pondered for a moment, and asked Jiang Yao to continue washing others, while he took the shirt and went out.

Two more~

Guess what Jiang Chen went out for~

(End of chapter)