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

It's different when you have a car, even if it's just a light truck, it's still quite eye-catching.

When Ling Yue parked the car at the gate of Nanyang Clothing City, she received envious looks.

Drivers are still a popular profession, and there are even fewer female drivers.

Coming to Nanyang Clothing City was not on Ling Yue's whim.

The dryer had to arrive the day after tomorrow, and there was nothing else to do, so Ling Yue had to bring Ling Zeyang over to look at the clothes first.

With the improvement of people's quality of life, the price of current clothing has risen a lot compared with two years ago, but the style has also undergone earth-shaking changes.

It's just that clothing is still a test of one's vision, especially men's clothing.

If the style is selected well, the business will be good.

"Brother Yang, what style of these men's clothes do you like?"

She randomly entered a men's clothing store and encouraged Ling Zeyang to choose styles.

Letting him choose the style himself is the fastest way to improve his aesthetics.

Ling Zeyang was not timid either. He walked around the store and shook his head: "Xiaoyue, the clothes here seem to be not much different from those in the store."

Ling Yue said: "Men's clothing is like this, but the price of clothing here has an advantage. If there is no advantage, I will not travel all the way here to buy."

There are two garment factories in Qingpu City. When Ji Zhongqiu and Xiao Jun were helping there, the profit of the first factory was still good.

But since Ji Zhongqiu and Xiao Jun resigned from the first factory, their cooperation with the first factory is also slowly decreasing.

In the past, they might go to the first factory once a month, but now it has been reduced to once every two weeks. In the future, as the stickiness decreases, the frequency may decrease.

Ling Zeyang snorted, picked two styles at random, and still looked embarrassed: "Xiaoyue, I still don't think there are any good choices for clothes here."

Ling Yue glanced at the two clothes he was holding, and shook his head slightly: "Brother, the two clothes you chose are from the previous year, and we sold them the year before last."

Ling Zeyang had no choice but to put it down, and picked up another shirt: "Where is this Zhenliang shirt?"

Nowadays, indeed good materials are still very popular, Ling Yue said: "The indeed good materials are good, but they are too common, and they can't be sold at a high price."

Indeed, Liang shirts are the first choice for stallholders. They are made of good material, but they are not breathable. They are stuffy to wear in summer, and the price is too transparent, so there is no profit. They have not been seen in Lingyue's store for a long time.

"Then you're going to stump me." Ling Zeyang said helplessly, "You know, I don't understand this business at all."

Ling Yue took a look around in the store, and the clothes here are all the old styles from before, no wonder Ling Zeyang couldn't find other styles at all.

"Let's change to another one."

Seeing that they were about to leave, the boss quickly shouted to them: "Boss, which one do you like, I can give you the best price."

Ling Yue smiled and said, "No need, you don't have anything suitable for us here."

Out of the store, Ling Yue said, "Brother Yang, it's hard to choose men's clothing, and there aren't many styles. Most of them are sportswear, Chinese tunic suits, jackets, suits, and trench coats."

"The weather is hot like now, mainly short-sleeved, shirts, and vests."

"But the difficulty in men's clothing is how to choose the best-selling styles from the clothes here."

She stopped, "I'll check it out for you, you just have to choose, it doesn't matter if you make a mistake."

Ling Zeyang raised his voice and asked, "Really?"

"It's fine if you don't bill today, we can pull the dryer the day after tomorrow."

They can only pull the dryer the day after tomorrow, and they still have a day to choose slowly.

Ling Zeyang immediately walked into another men's clothing store, took two plaid shirts and asked, "Ling Yue, where are these two?"

Before Ling Yue could speak, the biller came up: "Boss, how much do you want?"

Seeing that Ling Yue didn't speak, Ling Zeyang had to say to the biller: "How much are these two clothes?"

The billing clerk glanced at Ling Zeyang and said, "These two clothes are 25 yuan each."

Ling Zeyang was shocked by the price: "How much?"

"25."

Just as Ling Zeyang put down his shirt and came out, Ling Yue greeted him.

She touched her clothes and said, "Comrade, your price is not fair."

A shirt costs 25 yuan. Don't you treat yourself like a fool?
My own retail stores dare not sell 25 yuan a piece, how dare they sell such a high price in wholesale?
"Your clothes are not made of pure cotton, they are made of Dacron. A piece of Dacron costs 25. How do you want me to sell them?"

The billing clerk said without any embarrassment: "I thought you only wanted two pieces. If you get the goods, this dress costs eight yuan a piece."

"And that blue pinstriped shirt?"

"That one is the best-selling one in our store this year. It costs nine yuan. Now we only have this sample, and there is no stock."

out of stock?
Ling Yue looked at each other in surprise.

She has been to Nanyang so many times, and she rarely encounters clothing that is only samples but not in stock.

Every time she encounters this situation, it means that the dress has become popular.

This is likely to be a hit.

Explosive product, that is rare.

"When will it be available?"

The billing clerk said in embarrassment: "It's hard to say, we have received thousands of pieces in the past half a month, and we can't do it no matter how much we work overtime."

"Besides, since this dress was put on the market, our factory couldn't make it. Moreover, it has a good shape and doesn't pick your body shape. No matter you are fat or thin, you will look very energetic immediately when you wear it."

Ling Yue stroked the shirt carefully, and asked her: "Then do you sell it like this?"

"Sorry, our samples are not for sale."

Ling Yue sighed regretfully, and then said to Ling Zeyang: "Brother Yang, why don't you try on that dress and let me see the effect?"

The biller couldn't refuse anymore, so he immediately took off the clothes and handed them to Ling Zeyang.

Ling Zeyang changed his clothes, and Ling Yue nodded with satisfaction: "How much is this dress? I want it."

The billing clerk looked like an enemy: "I'm sorry, this is a sample, we really don't sell it."

Ling Yue ignored her, walked around the store again, and finally picked out three different styles of shirts: "What size do these three shirts come in?"

"Just three sizes, large, medium and small." The billing clerk glanced at it, pointed to one of the black plaid shirts and said, "This dress has an extra size."

"Five sets of each style."

Ling Yue asked Ling Zeyang to pick out his pants again.

"Brother Yang, go and choose a few pairs of pants that match your clothes."

After selling clothes for so long, Ling Yue clearly knows that many customers like to buy complete sets of clothes, which requires the waiter to match them.

Ling Zeyang chose flared pants and jeans without even thinking about it.

Ling Yue couldn't laugh or cry.

Ling Zeyang chose old models from the past few years, and his vision for choosing goods still needs to be improved.