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

Chapter 269 The Most Familiar Stranger
Mid-autumn season, business is very busy these days.

He wanted to replicate Ling Yue's success in Qingpu City, but he always felt that something was missing.

Ling Yue walked all the way, he saw it all, and he also participated in it.

From the beginning of setting up a stall to sell department stores, and later opening a clothing store.

Experience from scratch, he sees it all.

But it was his turn to practice it himself before he realized how much Ling Yue had suffered.

In the first clothing store, she was selling goods and decorating at the same time, which wasted a lot of time.

On the whole, she was lucky.

At least there has been no loss of money, nor has it been difficult to wash the goods.

Every time it's the beginning of the season change, Ling Yue will take out the clothes for sale early.

When washing goods, as long as you don't lose money, you make money.

That's why Ling Yue made so much money in such a short period of time.

Combined with his own situation, Ji Zhongqiu couldn't figure out where the problem was.

As far as business is concerned, his business is indeed good.

At least 5000 yuan can be sold every day.

To say that the business is not good, after all, it is backed by the big backing of the department store, and there is a lot of traffic here, and there are indeed many people who come in and out every day.

There are so many people, but the store can only sell for 5000 yuan. In terms of turnover, it is almost the same as the third store.

But the rent of the third store is cheap, and the total of the seven stores only costs 7000 yuan a year, while the three stores here cost [-] yuan a year.

Adding artificial water and electricity and other expenses, although he can have a gross income of 5000 yuan a day, the profit is actually not as good as that of Qingpu City.

"Mid-Autumn Festival, why hasn't the woman next door opened the door for several days?"

If Ling Qingfeng didn't mention it, Ji Zhongqiu almost forgot how long he hadn't seen Feng Weiwei.

It's good to see Feng Weiwei didn't open the door since Feng Weiwei gave him the clothes last time.

He said nonchalantly: "Oh, really, I don't know."

Ji Zhongqiu still feels guilty towards Feng Weiwei.

When he was young, Feng Weiwei was his follower. At that time, the adults always teased him that they would marry Feng Weiwei to him as their wife.

He was ignorant when he was young, and he never cared about what adults said.

Every time Feng Weiwei came to his house, his parents were very concerned about this lively and lovely girl.

Since his family moved to the capital, the two families have gradually lost contact.

If it wasn't for Ling Xiaohua, he would never have taken this path.

Even Feng Weiwei opened a studio next door to him, except for the time he ordered a suit, he never set foot in it again.

It's like two familiar strangers.

"Mid-Autumn Festival, did you ask for me?"

Since knowing that there are rolling doors and plasterboard ceilings, Ling Qingfeng is not interested in selling clothes at all.

He only wanted to bring rolling shutter doors and plasterboard to Qingpu City.

But things backfired, Ji Zhongqiu asked him to help here, if he could get away, he would have left the clothing store long ago and become an apprentice.

Ji Zhongqiu sighed: "You also know that it's the peak season, so I'll take you there after I've been busy for a while."

"Aren't I in a hurry?"

Ji Zhongqiu said with a smile: "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. You came here to help me. If you leave, where can I find someone?"

The stall in Qingpu City is already big enough, if it wasn't for his brothers who were willing to help, Ji Zhongqiu wouldn't be able to leave the stall there and go to the unfamiliar capital.

Ling Qingfeng pondered for a moment, then asked: "How about I ask my cousin to come over and help?"

Ji Zhongqiu knew that his uncle's family had two daughters.

But he spent relatively little time dealing with them. It is no exaggeration to say that even if his two cousins ​​are standing in front of him now, he does not know him.

Let alone calling them both by their names.

"If you can ask your cousin to come over to help, I'm fine with it. But you can't leave before she comes."

Ling Qingfeng's eyes lit up: "Then it's settled, I'll call them right away."

Uncle Ling Changchun answered the phone.

Ling Qingfeng explained his thoughts concisely. Ling Changchun hesitated again and again, and said: "Xiaofeng, I am very pleased that you can think of your sister, but you also know that your eldest sister is [-] years old this year, and your aunt and I talked about marriage to her last year. Whether your eldest sister will go or not depends on your prospective brother-in-law, but I can reply to your little sister right now. I will let her study and leave whenever you want her to come. How about it?"

Ling Qingfeng hesitated.

"Uncle, I mean let the two younger sisters come over, and they will have a companion when they come together, right?"

Ling Changchun said: "Why don't you give me a call, and I'll ask them what they mean and then I'll give you an answer, okay?"

Ling Changchun knew it very well.

When Ling Zeyang said that he would come over, he was still a little apprehensive, for fear that he would fall into it and be unable to turn over.

For this reason, the father and son had a quarrel.

But since Shang Lingling Qingfeng got married, they went to drink and found out how wrong they were.

Ling Zeyang and his wife have only worked with Ling Yue for half a year, and they actually saved 3000 yuan.

3000 yuan for half a year is already a huge sum of money for him, a banker who faces the loess and his back to the sky.

Hu Yufang even waved her hand and handed over the 3000 yuan to him to renovate the family house.

3000 yuan to renovate a house is an impossible task for many people.

But for Ling Changchun, let alone renovating his old house, it is no problem to rebuild a new house.

Rural land is already cheap, as long as you buy some red bricks and cement, you can build a house with 3000 yuan, and there is even some left over.

In this regard, Ling Changchun took the money and moved all the family's things to Ling Changqing's old house.

Ling Changqing's elders hadn't lived in them for more than two years. Fortunately, they took care of them, so the old house didn't fall into disrepair.

It took Ling Yue seven or eight months to build the house, but it only took three months for them to build the house, from laying the foundation to building a two-story building.

The newly built yard is quite magnificent. In the yard, he even plastered a piece of cement sun-drying flat with cement. In the future, when his new millet comes down, he no longer has to look for a place to dry it.

Not only that, he also built a well in the yard.

Rural people either pick water or dig a well in their own yard.

In the past, they also fetched water from the public well in the village, and it took them about ten minutes to go back and forth.

Now that there is a well in the yard, it is more convenient for them to drink water. Even the old neighbors who live nearby have cast a look of envy on them.

It can be said that Ling Changchun has lived a glorious life in the village, but no matter how glorious it is, it is far less glorious than this red brick house.

Back home, Ling Changchun deliberately told the two daughters what Ling Qingfeng had said. To his surprise, the two daughters agreed to go to the capital.

The eldest daughter Ling Rui said excitedly: "Dad, that's the capital city. I really want to see the Great Wall. The book says that if you don't go to the Great Wall, you are not a good man. I want to go."

The youngest daughter, Ling Xin, also said, "I want to go to Tiananmen Square to watch the flag raising."

Seeing that the two daughters expressed their opinions, Ling Changchun asked Ling Rui: "Xiao Rui, have you thought about it, if you go to the capital, what will happen if your boyfriend doesn't agree?"

Ling Rui frowned: "Dad, if he doesn't agree, then I'll take him with me. If he only wants to farm at home, then I can only break up with him."

Ling Changchun looked at her in horror.

He knew that this daughter had an idea, but he never thought that she would say such a thing in front of his face!

Immediately he asked Ling Xin again, "Xiao Xin, don't you even read books?"

"Dad, have you forgotten that I graduated high school this year?"

Ling Changchun stared at her.

Ling Xin didn't say anything, he even forgot that this youngest daughter graduated from high school this year!

(End of this chapter)