Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

Chapter 17 Small Commodity Wholesale Market

Ling Yue ordered two boxes of mangoes, and two hundred catties of crispy pears, and rode back on a tricycle.

In the past, when Ling Yue went to buy goods at night, she had the courage to force herself to go. Now that she has Huang Guixiang as her companion, she can still say a few words on the way.

Although Wang Zhaoyang will help her when he is on vacation, as a technical talent in the factory, he has only a handful of vacations.

The technical department of the machinery factory is on a rotation system. When it is his turn, he will have a day and a half to rest. For Ling Yue who is busy all day, this is not called help at all. Get familiar.

The only thing Ling Yue worries about now is Tong Tong.

Every time she went out of the stall, she either put Tongtong at Huang Guixiang's house or asked her to go to Chen Zhaodi's.

But children are restless by nature, neither Huang Guixiang nor Chen Zhaodi can control Tongtong at all.

In a blink of an eye, she ran away without a trace, and couldn't answer how she shouted.

In the past two days, Huang Guixiang sold fruits with her again, and Tongtong was left alone.

Every time I go back, I see Tongtong sweating profusely chasing the other little friends in the yard, or pressing the road with several little guys.

Fortunately, there were not many cars on the road at this time, otherwise she would really be worried.

"I really want to start school soon, so I can send Tongtong to study."

On the way back, Ling Yue pedaled the tricycle hard, and the excitement in his words was self-evident.

"Sister Huang, how does it feel to follow me to buy goods?"

With a cold face, Huang Guixiang said angrily: "It's not good, if you don't enter these two boxes of mangoes, I will be in a good mood."

She looked at the two boxes of small mangoes in the carriage, and couldn't help complaining: "How can you get such an expensive fruit!"

"What are you afraid of?"

Ling Yue was still surprised at first, but when she came, Huang Guixiang read aloud all the way, but on the way back, she was quiet instead.

Unexpectedly, she was worried about these two boxes of mangoes.

"Didn't the boss also say just now that the wool comes from the sheep, so let's sell it at a high price. What's the matter?"

"Two boxes cost more than 20 yuan!" Huang Guixiang didn't listen at all, "What price do you plan to sell?"

Ling Yue immediately gave the answer: "One piece!"

Huang Guixiang was taken aback and screamed, "One piece!"

She hated iron and said: "How much is a catty of meat now, how dare you sell a piece of mango?"

After she finished complaining, she asked again: "The boss is really unkind, he is an old acquaintance, why doesn't he give you a little more discount, I think ten yuan is the best!"

Ling Yue just smiled.

The purchase price is subject to the market, and the price is not static.

Especially when fresh fruits are just on the market, the price is relatively expensive in general, and the price will drop after a large number of fruits are on the market.

Take Zaosu pears as an example. The initial purchase price was [-] cents. After half a month of consumption, it has now dropped to [-] cents. It will be delisted in a few days, and the price may rise slightly. price.

Fortunately, all the goods Ling Yue took that day could be sold out in at most two days, and they were not affected by the price cut.

As for earning more or less, it all depends on her own wishes.

Since it fell to 25 cents, her selling price has basically remained at [-] cents a catty, and her daily net profit has also remained at around [-] yuan.

Ling Yue is a straightforward person, and she is not limited to the price difference of one cent and five cents. As long as the fruit is fresh and juicy, she can accept a higher price.

In her opinion, the quality of the food in the mouth must be good, and the appearance must be superior.

She would rather pick out and throw away the ones that were bruised or wilted than sell them.

Huang Guixiang was very distressed, Ling Yue threw it out, she secretly picked it up, washed it, then peeled off the broken part, and gave it to the children.

Ling Yue didn't know about this.

"Then what should I do, I can't sell at a loss."

Seeing that Ling Yue spoke calmly, Huang Guixiang couldn't hold on to her anymore, so she snorted: "I'll see who you sell this mango to."

Ling Yue didn't want to waste energy on this with her, so she reminded her: "Sister Huang, there is a slope ahead, you can help push it!"

How much a catty of mangoes sell for is not a big deal in Ling Yue's view.

What she cares about now is the small commodity market at the train station.

Ling Yue plans to go there in the afternoon to see what products are sold in the market over there.

Selling fruit is just a transition for her, and now it seems that the income is quite good, at least 30 to [-] yuan a day, but for her who has opened a company and seen big winds and waves, this money is really not enough. worth mentioning.

She never thought of living on this thing for the rest of her life.

With a goal, everything is easy to say.

Many people in the morning market just turned around after asking the price of mangoes, and only five catties of mangoes were sold in a whole morning.

Huang Guixiang's eyes hurt when she saw it.

The deal was done, she didn't want to say much, and even thought that if Ling Yue couldn't sell it, she would mobilize the sisters in the family courtyard to help digest a few catties.

She couldn't bear to watch Ling Yue smash all the mangoes into her hands.

In the afternoon, Ling Yue settled down, and unshakably packed up the fruits to sell in the streets.

Rushing to the train station and finding the legendary small commodity market, Ling Yue was immediately disappointed.

It is said to be a market, but it is actually similar in nature to the vegetable market in the family courtyard.

The only difference is that the vendors here put the goods on the carts in different categories, and the prices are a little cheaper than those in the market.

But the variety of goods is more abundant than there.

Such as sunglasses, buckets, enamel basins, enamel cups, military kettles, buttons, needlework, towels, nylon cloth, nylon ropes, bamboo hats, even hammers, hammers and horse nails, and even homework books, pens, school bags, etc. stationery.

Although Ling Yue's brows were furrowed when she saw the environment, she was delighted by the dazzling array of products.

It is already mid-August, and the school season will start in half a month.

There is only one university in Qingpu City, and it is an ordinary junior college.

Even if it is an ordinary specialist, their admission score is not low at all.

In addition, there are five ordinary high schools and one technical secondary school. Relatively speaking, there are more junior high schools and primary schools.

There are few colleges and universities. In the early 80s, the admission rate was relatively low, only about 30.00% to 40.00%, and it was even lower for higher education. Many students even dropped out of high school and went home to work in agriculture. It is everywhere.

Ling Yue was selling fruits, looking at the small commodities around her, and thinking about what she should buy, keeping all her thoughts in her heart, and then went home contentedly.

When she got home, she went to the vegetable market non-stop.

In the afternoon vegetable market, there are more vendors than customers.

Turning around, Ling Yue keenly found that the vendors here seemed to have no idea about the school season.

At most, they sell schoolbags, pens and notebooks.

Ling Yue walked around the department store again.

After all, the department store is state-run. The products here are relatively richer, but the prices are much more expensive than those in the vegetable market.

After turning around, thinking that Tongtong had also reached school age, I simply bought her a shoulder schoolbag, a box of pencils, an eraser, and some homework books.

(End of this chapter)