69novels Chapter 128
Chapter 128
"It's not easy to go south. It's like risking one's life."
Qu Dayong walked around the truck and almost bit his teeth with anger.
The robbers were all big and strong men. They could make a lot of money if they went out to find a job, even if they just worked hard.
But they couldn't think of being robbers and living on the edge of a knife. Qu Dayong really doubted whether they were crazy.
"Brother Haisheng, what should we do next? Ninggang City is so big. We can't go door to door with clothes."
"That's not the case."
"The ones with high wages in Ninggang City are power plants and steel plants."
"We just need to take sweaters and go to their staff communities and stay there."
Meng Haisheng had already planned how to sell wool sweaters.
Units like steel plants, chemical plants, and textile plants are now relatively wealthy in Ninggang City.
Their staff communities were also the first to be established in Ninggang City.
The female comrades have money in their hands, so they will naturally care more about food and clothing.
"Brother Haisheng, we all listen to you."
Qu Dayong drove a truck and unloaded ten boxes of wool sweaters at the entrance of the steel plant and the textile plant staff quarters.
The four people were divided into two groups. According to the price set by Meng Haisheng, the ones with beads were 20 yuan each, and the ones without beads were 18 yuan.
Before leaving, Meng Haisheng reminded Qu Dayong that no matter how the female comrades bargained, he must defend his price.
He couldn't lower the price just because the female comrades cried poor.
Qu Dayong nodded quickly. He didn't know how to bargain with the female comrades. The fixed price Meng Haisheng told him was very much to his liking.
Qu Dayong was stupid and couldn't bargain with the female comrades, so Meng Haisheng asked him to sell the wool sweaters at a fixed price.
Meng Haisheng was eloquent, but he didn't want to bargain with the female comrades.
He directly wrote the slogan "Fixed price 20 yuan per wool sweater" on the cardboard box.
Ten large cartons were placed at the entrance of the textile factory, attracting many inquiring eyes.
Meng Haisheng cleared his throat.
"20 yuan a wool sweater, all made in Hong Kong, come and have a look if you like it."
Meng Haisheng only shouted twice, and the female comrades who went home to cook at noon couldn't help but gather around Meng Haisheng.
"Sister, look at my wool sweater, all made in Hong Kong, I won't say much about the quality, you can tell the quality by touching it."
Textile factory workers deal with all kinds of threads every day, so they can tell how much wool Meng Haisheng is wearing by touching it.
A young female comrade picked up a rose-red wool sweater, compared it to her body, and touched the texture of the sweater.
"Comrade, your sweater is too expensive at 20 yuan. Can you give me a discount? I look good in it, and I'll promote it in our factory."
"I bought these sweaters at high prices. They can't be cheaper. Sister, if you don't believe me, you can go to the mall to compare."
"Even a sweater of this quality would cost at least 40 or 50 yuan in a mall."
The young woman really likes this rose-red sweater, but the price is really painful for her.
After a long time of haggling, Meng Haisheng didn't give her a discount in the end.
"Oh, you are really amazing, you won't give me a penny."
The young woman reluctantly spent 20 yuan to buy the rose-red sweater.
The first person bought it, and then other workers came to ask.
Meng Haisheng sold more than 20 sweaters in 10 boxes of 500 sweaters in just lunch time.
This result still satisfied Meng Haisheng very much.
He was a little scared at first, because if the price was set too high, it would affect sales.
The workers had a short lunch time at noon, and it was over in a short while.
When the workers went to work, Meng Haisheng vaguely saw that two of them had changed into new wool sweaters.
It was not so cold in mid-October, but it could not stop the love of beauty of female comrades.
Meng Haisheng was proud in his heart. When the workers in the textile factory came back from get off work in the afternoon, he should be able to sell a lot of wool sweaters.
"Brother, what do you want to eat at noon."
"Just eat something, Haisheng, should we go to another place? We'll be busy for a whole afternoon and sell more than 20 pieces. When can we sell that car?"
Meng Hailian didn't know Meng Haisheng's plan. He was very anxious at the moment, fearing that Meng Haisheng would throw all these wool sweaters in his hands.
"This is just the beginning. It doesn't matter if the sales are a little slow. Once our sweaters spread in the textile factory, many people will come to buy them this afternoon. I'm afraid you will charge them then."'s soft hand. "
Meng Hailian looked suspicious and didn't really believe what Meng Haisheng said.
If business was really as easy as Meng Haisheng said, there would be ten thousand yuan households all over the street.
Meng Haisheng went to buy some buns and came back. The two squatted on the roadside and had a meal.
In the afternoon, passers-by came to look at the wool sweaters one after another, and they bought more than a dozen.
Most people liked the style of the wool sweaters, but ran away when they asked the price.
20 yuan a piece, half a month's salary, those with many people in the family were reluctant to buy it.
The sun slowly set in the west, and the workers in the textile factory went off work one after another.
Meng Haisheng had just reorganized the wool sweaters in the box, and many young female comrades surrounded him.
At this time, they didn't bargain with Meng Haisheng, but only picked the styles they liked.
There were a few people who wanted to bargain with Meng Haisheng, but before they said a few words, the wool sweaters in their hands were seen by another female comrade. All right.
For a while, there were three layers of people surrounding Meng Haisheng's stall.
Meng Hailian kept collecting money, putting sweaters in bags, and then handed them to the female comrades.
Looking at the money of different denominations in his hand, Meng Hailian thought he was dreaming.
He never expected that the female comrades in the city would buy a 20-yuan wool sweater without blinking an eye.
If this happened in their village, they would definitely be pointed at and accused of being a spendthrift.
After this busy time, the sky gradually darkened.
The female comrades who had just surrounded Meng Haisheng also went home to cook.
Meng Haisheng counted and found that he had sold 160 sweaters in one evening. This number was too exaggerated.
It was dark, and there was only a dim street lamp on the side of the road. Meng Haisheng packed up the box, and soon Qu Dayong drove over in a truck.
"Brother Haisheng, how much did you sell in total? ”
Seeing Qu Dayong's smiling face, Meng Haisheng vaguely guessed that he should have sold a lot.
"I sold less than 200 pieces, how about you?"
Qu Dayong looked at Meng Haisheng in disbelief.
"Did I hear you right? You sold nearly 200 pieces."
"Oh my God, I thought I was already impressive for selling 80 sweaters in half a day, but I didn't expect you to sell more than me."
Meng Haisheng patted Qu Dayong's shoulder with a smile.
"Today is just the beginning. Tomorrow should be more popular than today. But tomorrow we will only sell at the textile factory and steel plant for one day, and the day after tomorrow we will go to the chemical plant and power plant. "
Ninggang City is not small, Meng Haisheng doesn't want to stay in one place to sell.
He needs to run around more and sell all these sweaters as quickly as possible.
He has been out for 7 days, and he has been missing Momo and Lin Mucheng like crazy.
He is eager to go home to see them.