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

Ling Yue had never been to the Shanghai stock market before.

Although the Shanghai stock market has the title of "Magic City" and is recognized as the fashion capital in China, she has never been here once.

She has been to Badaling to see the Great Wall, to the Gobi to see the thousand-year-old Populus euphratica, to Inner Mongolia to see the grasslands and to ride a horse, even if she has never set foot on the devil.

This time, she actually realized her dream.

Ling Yue walked on Huating Road, looked at the clothes on the street, and was amazed in her heart.

This is indeed a fashion capital. Men in Qingpu City still wear "Chinese tunic suits". Most of the men here wear new-style suits, shirts and ties or bow ties.

The women wore elegant cheongsams, stepped on high heels, carried a small bag in their hands, and permed their wavy and curly hair in a very modern style, elegant and charming.

"Sister, the people here are too good at wearing clothes!"

Ling Xiaohua looked at another woman wearing a floral cheongsam and a small and delicate lace shawl passing by her, her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"I want to wear this kind of clothes too."

"Buy one if you want to wear it," Ling Yue said while walking, "but this cheongsam is not cheap."

"I think it's better not to wear it. It's not the clothes worn by good women at all." Ji Zhongqiu said, "The clothes are protruding from the front to the back. What's the difference between wearing them and not wearing them?"

Ling Yue rolled her eyes: "If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

She took Ling Xiaohua's hand and walked into a cheongsam shop, and asked the owner to find two cheongsams for herself.

"Xiao Hua, you go change it first."

Ling Xiaohua's eyes lit up, she took the clothes and went into the fitting room. When she came out again, she stretched out her hand and said to Ling Yue, "Sister, do you think I look good in this?"

Ling Yue walked around her and nodded with satisfaction: "It's really good, this cheongsam is really tailor-made for you."

But when she saw that she was wearing a pair of cloth shoes, she immediately frowned: "Xiaohua, I'll take you to buy two pairs of high heels later."

Ling Xiaohua nodded excitedly: "Sister, go and try."

Ling Xiaohua was wearing a dark red cheongsam with peonies printed on it.

Originally, she couldn't wear it well, but since she came to Qingpu City, she seldom went out and stayed in the store every day. In addition, she used various creams from time to time, and her complexion became more and more serious. good.

Wearing this dark red cheongsam on her body, it not only accentuated her exquisite curves, but also made her skin a few degrees whiter.

Ling Yue sized her up, untied her braids, and tied her hair in a bun behind her head.

Looking at her masterpiece, she nodded with satisfaction: "Xiaohua, you look so good in this dress."

Ling Xiaohua excitedly ran to look in the mirror, seeing herself in the mirror, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"Sister, I really didn't expect the cheongsam to have such a great charm, I almost couldn't recognize myself."

Ling Yue smiled and said nothing.

In contrast, Ling Yue's skin is a bit dull, and there are two freckles the size of rice grains on the left cheekbones, so the cheongsam she chose for herself is crescent white.

After several months of growth, her hair is no longer the manly short hair, and can be tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.

After Ling Yue entered the fitting room with the cheongsam, when she came out again, she had already untied the ponytail.

Seeing her coming out, Ling Xiaohua said enviously, "Sister, you look good in this one too."

Ling Yue ignored her, but said to the boss: "Boss, do you have high heels here, give us two pairs."

"Yes, what size do you wear?"

"I usually wear 37, you can just get me a pair of 36. My sister's is one size longer."

"Okay, just wait a moment."

After the two wore cheongsams and put on high heels, their temperament changed drastically.

Ji Zhongqiu stared at the two people in front of him, and said in amazement: "As expected, people rely on clothes and Buddha depends on gold clothes, Xiaohua, you really look good in such clothes."

"Boss, how did you sell this dress?"

Immediately, a billing clerk came over and said, "Miss, the cheongsam you are wearing is 110 yuan a piece, and the shoes are 78 yuan."

Ling Xiaohua's eyes widened when she heard the other party's quotation, and she exclaimed, "What, so expensive?"

She touched the cheongsam, and immediately felt that the cheongsam was not fragrant.

It looks good on the body, but she really can't afford the price.

"Miss, it's not a question of whether it's expensive or not, but that the clothes in our store are all hand-sewn, which is more soulful than those made by sewing machines."

She pointed to the buckle on the edge of the cheongsam and said, "Just this buckle, we have to spend time and carefully adjust it, but if something doesn't fit, we have to tear it down and make it again."

Ling Yue took a look in the mirror and said, "Miss, if I buy from you, how much is the minimum price for this dress?"

"How much do you need?"

Ling Yue thought about it. In the past, they bought at least dozens of pieces for each model, but this cheongsam is a mid-to-high-end clothing, and it is a high-end route. It will definitely not be as successful as buying goods in Shenzhen or Zhuzhou. Take it in batches.

But even so, she would have to take at least a hundred pieces.

"A minimum of six styles is required, starting with fifty pieces."

Fifty pieces to start?
The biller's eyes were straightened, and she said with some embarrassment: "I'm really sorry, the cheongsams here are all handmade. If you want fifty pieces at once, there may not be that many."

In order to keep improving, each cheongsam has to go through countless inspections, and it will be put on the shelves only after it is confirmed that there are no defects.

Other stores only need to make a sample of a piece of clothing, and then they can produce it in batches.

Each of their cheongsams is stitched bit by bit.

"Is there really no way?"

"It's really impossible."

Ling Yue was a little discouraged immediately, "Then if I get the goods from you, how many pieces can you give us?"

The billing clerk held out a finger: "I can only give you ten pieces at most."

Then he said: "We mainly wholesale shoes here, if you want shoes..."

Ling Yue waved her hand before she finished speaking: "Sorry, I sell clothes, I don't know much about shoes."

"That's such a pity." The billing clerk said regretfully, "If you don't want our shoes, then you can't take this cheongsam with you."

Ling Yue glanced at her and immediately understood.

I really didn't expect that someone knew how to bundle sales so early.

"Since this is the case, then bother."

She gave Ling Xiaohua a wink, Ling Xiaohua understood, the two went to the fitting room to change back, returned the cheongsam to the biller, and walked out without looking back.

Seeing that they were about to leave, the biller was in a hurry and shouted, "Miss, wait a moment."

Ling Yue stopped and turned to look at her: "What else can I do?"

"Why don't you wait a little longer, and I'll help you to ask the boss and see what the boss has to say."

Ling Yue shook her head and said politely: "No need, let's go to other places."