I'm really just the village head

Early in the morning of the next day, Liu Junhua's little brothers dispersed and went outside the surrounding markets.

There are not many pants in everyone's hands.

Liu Junhua brought 9 pairs of jeans to the open space downstairs in Qunlin Market.

There are already a lot of people here.

Liu Junhua was not in a hurry to set up a stall.

Instead, wander around the market.

There are shopping malls on the first and second floors, and there are dozens of residents upstairs.

Qunlin Market, as the largest clothing, textile, and household appliances sales mall near Chaotianmen Wharf, does not have much worse daily traffic than a department store.

People Liu Junhua knows work in the management office, and he is familiar with the people inside.

After going in and letting the people in the management office disperse a circle of cigarettes, they found a hawker selling various accessories on the street outside the market and bargained for a long time. At the price of 2 yuan each, I bought a few electroplated and golden ones. chain.

I borrowed a rack for hanging clothes from the management office, hung up all the jeans in the same way that Liu Chunlai hung the chains yesterday, and then hung them on a hanger.

Don't yell, let people passing by watch.

"Boss, how do you sell these trousers?" A middle-aged woman dressed in a checkered shirt, red bell-bottoms, sunglasses, and short hair dyed in burgundy perm in an explosive fashion, looking at Liu Junhua's pants and heels. Hanging on the shelf next to me, ask for the price.

"Eighty-one! Wholesale discounts, 72." Liu Junhua smiled, "Sister, look, the latest Hong Kong products can not only show the figure, this metal chain is the soul of this pair of pants... …"

During the introduction, he also showed the pants he was wearing.

The trousers have a good effect on self-cultivation, especially when wearing thick-soled leather shoes, which makes Liu Junhua, who is already thinner, look even longer.

Especially the metal chain gleamed with walking, attracting the attention of countless people.

"So expensive! Hong Kong goods are also thirty or forty yuan!"

The woman looked at Liu Junhua's trousers and imagined what she would look like on her.

"So, if you open a business, you count 60. If you still think it's expensive, it won't work." Liu Junhua said with a pained expression, "You know, this is a new product, and it takes dozens of days to come and go on the road. , The crime on the train..."

The woman curled her lips, looked at the pants, really liked it.

"40, I'll take one."

"Sister, this really can't be less, the cost price is higher than this..." Liu Junhua showed a pain on his face, pretending to gritted his teeth, "Or, 58? I'll open one..."

But Liu Junhua is not willing to sell it like this.

The woman didn't talk nonsense, turned around and left.

"Come back, open one..."

Thus, the first transaction was concluded.

Soon, there was a second business...

Shancheng Department Store.

This is the first state-owned department store building in Shancheng after the founding of New China.

However, because the salespersons inside are all carrying the national iron rice bowl, their status is much higher than that of ordinary people, and their eyes are on the top of their heads. Without customers, they are God’s perception, and they are also indifferent to customers.

Therefore, people in Shancheng are more willing to go to Qionglin Market when buying clothes and textiles.

However, there are a lot of things that are not available in Qionglin Market.

For example, Hong Kong goods.

On Sundays, people who don’t go to work are naturally reluctant to stay at home.

Nine o'clock.

The flow of people in the department store has increased.

The four freaks with explosive hair everywhere on the joints of the mountain city, wearing toad glasses, wearing tight shirts, and wearing a pair of harder trousers on the bottom of the body. What shoes to wear.

The first one is carrying a four-speaker recorder.

The second-rates on the street dance at every turn, regardless of the occasion.

Anyway, on weekends, it's not bad to watch the excitement, and it doesn't cost much.

As a result, outside the department store, before a few people moved, they began to form a circle slowly.

The music of "BeatIt" sounded.

Michael Jackson's brother, with the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and the United States and the advancement of reform and opening up, has become popular in China.

Most of those who listen to these songs are young people.

The four people, as the music sounded, at the beginning, just mechanical dance, neatly and uniformly, received applause and screams from the crowd from time to time.

Mechanical dance and space dance, older people don’t like them very much.

Even many young people jumped up.

"Brother, where did you buy these pants?" After dancing two songs in a row, someone finally asked after Wu Erwa and others stopped.

He is also wearing flared pants.

But that was just a modification of ordinary pants. The material was too soft and it didn't look good to jump up.

"Yes, these trousers are so good-looking, I want to buy one too..." A girl looked at the white flared trousers on her body. She really felt that the few people in front of her were hung with metal chains. The top half was slim and the bottom half was relatively straight It looks better.

Seeing many people's questions, Wu Erwa gestured to a young man.

"The latest Hong Kong product, Chunyu brand denim flared pants, today's special offer, only 30 pairs!"

"Give me one!"

"Give me one!"

I like it in the first place. When I listen to Hong Kong products, it only costs 30. As long as I wear it, I will become the most glamorous and eye-catching person on the streets of Shancheng. It is a fool not to buy!

So the looting happened again.

Fortunately, Wu Erwa and several people are prepared for this kind of thing.

"Don't grab it! Line up! Come one by one..."

The two blocked the people around, Wu Erwa collected the money, and the one behind handed her pants.

In the department store, a salesperson spotted the crowd outside.

But he just poked his head out to have a look, and didn't come up to drive him away.

"What's going on outside?" The department store manager inspected from upstairs, and heard the movement outside, came down and asked the salesperson at the door with a dark face.

"In the beginning, a few second-rate men were dancing, but now they seem to be selling pants... Manager, do you want someone to chase them away?" After the salesperson explained, he looked outside and asked the manager if he wanted to chase away the second-rate men.

The manager walked to the door, stood on the steps of the door, and could see the situation inside.

Then he just curled his lips and ignored the outside.

As a state-owned department store, who cares about those second-rate people who practice stalls?

Usually there are stalls outside, and the industry and commerce or the public security bureau will see it, otherwise they will rush people.

"No...Everyone is waiting, I'll let people go to the People's Park to see if there is any stock..."

Wu Erwa didn't expect it to be sold out in such a flash.

Quickly let one of his men go down to the People's Park and bring 22 pairs of pants over there.

"Why are you here? Where are the pants? Hurry up, there are still many people waiting over there..."

"Out of stock, all sold out! Let's get the goods here..."

People who came over were out of breath.

All sold out!

"So fast? Go, find him, let him transfer the goods soon!" Wu Erwa looked at the enthusiasm of the people and hurriedly slipped out of it.

"But where shall we find him?"

The people under her reminded that Wu Erwa was also dumbfounded.

I forgot to ask the other person where he lived last night.

There is no other way but to go to Jiefangbei and wait for Liu Chun to come.

It's only half past nine now.

"Second brother, I am here at 660. This piece is too special to earn. If we meet Liu Chunlai sooner, we might all be worth 10,000 yuan!" Yang Xiaole, who is in charge of People's Park, handed 660 yuan to Wu Er. baby.

The big black unity, a very thick stack.

"Yeah! It's a pity, there are too few goods. Without Liu Junhua, we could make more..."

All of them looked excited.

In the past, it was a small mess, and when I went back, I had to face the old man and the old man, and the neighbors around me were blinded.

The point is that no one wants to give them goods when they have no capital.

So there is no big money.

"If the cost price of 15 is used, each of us can be divided into seventy to eighty!"

Double the profit!

"Don't rush to divide, see what Liu Chun said." Wu Erwa is not stupid.

Perhaps Liu Chun came to test them.

"When we have money later, let's buy the Jiefangbei..." Yang Xiaole looked around and suddenly said.

"..."

Others have black lines in their heads.

MMP, only earning a few hundred yuan, dare to think about it.

However, how do you feel that this is so exciting?