Song Mingliang nodded: "Yes." ”

The man was afraid that the skirt would be sold out, so he took out five yuan and gave it to Song Mingming: "I'll pay the deposit first, and then pay the rest after work." ”

The white dress has yards: "Comrade, how big are you wearing?" ”

"Medium-sized."

Song Mingliang took out a medium-sized skirt from it and put it next to it: "I'll pick it out, put it here, and come and get it after you get off work." ”

I have to go to work in the morning.

There are fewer people who buy it.

By noon, a group of people came.

"Why are you all dressed and no pants?"

"The pants are not good-looking, so I didn't enter, there are a lot of skirts, you can take a look, do you like anything?"

"How much does this cost?"

"How much does this cost?"

"The clothes are fifteen."

"The skirt is twenty."

This skirt is different from the one Song Luoying wore.

"So expensive?"

The price is too expensive, and everyone doesn't want to buy it, so at this moment, Song Luoying came over in a white dress, and she was followed by three female comrades.

The group of people who just wanted to leave were instantly amazed when they saw the skirt on Song Luoying's body.

It's beautiful!

What a fairy!

"Boss, how much is the skirt on the hanger?"

"Forty."

Xia Ying, who came with Song Luoying, was stunned for a moment when she heard this price, isn't it thirty-six, and the price has increased again?

Immediately thought of something, and looked at Song Luoying with a touched face: "Doctor Song, thank you!" ”

It must have been Dr. Song's brother who gave them a discount of four yuan for Dr. Song's sake.

Xia Ying was afraid that the skirts would be sold out, so she immediately rushed forward and pointed to the skirts hanging on the hanger: "Comrade Song, I want one." ”

Several others also rushed over: "I want one too." ”

"I want one too."

As soon as there were many people, Song Mingliang couldn't be busy: "Don't worry, come one by one." ”

The group of people who were originally too expensive saw that Xia Ying and several people bought it, and they also shouted to buy it.

This will, they won't be too expensive!

"This skirt is in stock, don't worry!" Song Mingliang took out several skirts from the bag: "This is a small size." ”

"I, I wear a small size." Xia Ying immediately snatched it up and hugged her in her arms, for fear that someone else would snatch it away.

"Boss, give me a small one."

"I want a mid-size."

With the model Song Luoying here, fifteen were sold in twenty minutes.

Song Hao received the money on the side and received a soft hand.

The other stall owners were very happy to see Song Mingliang busy, and they couldn't be envious.

It's still easy to sell clothes!

Song Luoying still had an operation in the afternoon, so she didn't have time to stay here, so she took Xia Ying and them to leave after buying the skirt.

When Song Mingming's stall was empty, the boss who sold baked cakes next door came over and learned from Song Mingliang: "Comrade, business is very good, you say, what should I do, so that the baked cakes sell well?" ”

Song Mingliang has been in the black market for a few years, and he has no eloquence, he helped the boss of the baked cake come up with an idea: "You just say which noble person has eaten your baked cakes, preferably a historical celebrity, so that others will be curious." ”

Song Mingliang didn't say this blindly, but had eaten his baked cakes.

Golden and crispy, sweet and moisturizing, it is indeed delicious.

Hearing what Song Mingliang said, the boss of the baked cake brightened his eyes, and slapped his thigh as if he had opened up the second pulse of Ren Du: "Oh, don't say it, my family's baked cakes really have a story.

The older generation of people in the family said that my family's baked cakes have a great history, as if a nobleman in the Ming Dynasty was sick and couldn't eat anything.

Later, after eating the ancestors' baked cakes, my appetite improved. ”

The boss of the baked cake seemed to have opened his mind, and when he saw someone passing by, he shouted: "Come and see, my family's baked cakes have been eaten by nobles in the Ming Dynasty, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with a unique taste." ”

He shouted.

People passing by found it interesting and really bought a lot of them.

Afternoon.

After Song Luoying had surgery, she was afraid that Song Mingliang would not be able to keep up, so she hurried to the textile factory.

When she arrived, there were already many people gathered in front of Song Mingming's stall.

"Boss, I'll bring ten people."

"Boss, I want this."

"Boss, I want this."

When there are many people, it is easy to get confused.

Song Hao has to collect money and pay attention to thieves.

When the boss is not busy, he will also help keep an eye on it for a while.

When Song Luoying arrived, she happened to see a thief hiding socks in her clothes, she walked over and grabbed the thief's hand, and said coldly, "Take it out." ”

Song Mingliang didn't get into the socks, but because he got too much, the boss gave him a pack, which contained ten pairs.

The woman looked at Song Luoying unhappily: "I don't know what you're talking about, let go of me!" ”

Song Luoying took out two pairs of socks from the woman's clothes and shook them in front of her: "I see that you are not badly dressed, why do you do such a thing!" ”

The woman was debunked by Song Luoying in front of her, and she couldn't get off the stage, she glared angrily: "I, I didn't mean it, I just accidentally put it wrong." ”

There was an acquaintance who was choosing clothes next to her, and the woman was afraid that her acquaintance would tell her about it, so she simply bought a dress for ten yuan.

Song Luoying saw that the woman's attitude was not bad, so she did not send her to the police station.

Business was particularly good in the afternoon.

The remaining two burlap bags were all sold.

When he got home, the first thing Song Mingliang did was drink water, and he drank a large glass in a row: "I'm dying of thirst." ”

Old Man Song was shocked when he saw that they didn't have a single piece of clothing left: "It's all sold out." ”

Song Hao nodded excitedly: "Master, don't you know, this business is really good, and the price is also good, if you continue to do this, you will soon become a 10,000 yuan household." ”

Song Mingliang also tasted the sweetness: "There is only one bag of clothes, there are few people in the morning and noon, I plan to go in the afternoon and take the electronic watch too." ”

On the first day, Song Mingliang only took clothes to sell.

Wang Chunxiang also wanted to know how much money she made today: "Second child, count the money quickly." ”

Song Hao used a snakeskin bag to pack money.

He poured out the money, and it was a big pile.

There are ten, five, one, and five......

Song Luoying counted a handful: "I have six hundred and thirty-five here." ”

Wang Chunxiang: "I'm here for four hundred and two. ”

Song Hao: "I'm seven hundred and thirty-eight here." ”

plus Mr. Song and Mrs. Song, a total of more than 8,900 yuan.

That is to say, the cost was paid in one day, and three thousand nine were earned.

There was also a bag of clothes that was not sold.

According to today's sales method, the bag of clothes can be sold for about 2,000, and there are electronic watches, which can also be sold for a lot of money.

Song Hao covered his pounding heart, Mom, get rich, get rich: "Brother Mingming, am I dreaming?" "Earn thousands a day, this money is too easy to make, it's a little unreal.

Song Luoying was also amazed by the purchasing power of this era, but being able to sell so much today has a lot to do with her second brother.

It's so business-minded.

Introduce ten people to buy, five dollars less.

This kind of propaganda is generally only available in later generations!

Song Mingliang saw so much money, and he was not calm, he had been in the black market for two years before he saved so much: "Dad, you go with me tomorrow, and I will give you ten yuan a day." ”

Selling clothes is much easier than collecting medicine, and Song Tiezhu has no reason to refuse: "Okay-"

Song Xiaoning's eyes flashed slightly: "Brother Mingming, can you buy some for me next time?" ”

There are fewer and fewer herbs in the mountains.

She still has children to raise.

You have to find another way out.