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

Chapter 4 Selling Hair

When you come to the night market, the first thing you see is a long string of clothing stalls illuminated by incandescent lights.

There are many stalls selling clothing, but the styles are touching, and they are all a hodgepodge. Unlike later generations, when selling trousers, they only specialize in trousers, and when they sell underwear, they only specialize in underwear.

Most of the items displayed on the stalls are Chinese tunic suits, Dacron and corduroy mixed together.

Maybe it's due to limited conditions. There are no fixed stalls here. Most of the stall owners spread a piece of cloth on the ground, and then pour the clothes on it at will. Clothes of good quality and material are hung up for people to choose from.

As for the fake models that often appear in clothing stores in later generations, they do not exist.

Generally speaking, there are much more people in the night market than in the afternoon.

Most of the citizens held flashlights in their hands, talking and laughing with their families while walking around.

Along the way, the few vendors selling ice powder and ice cream that I occasionally met were the few that sold food in the night market, but they didn't stay in one place to sell, and they sold along the street.

There are also toys sold, but compared to the clothing stalls, the front of their stalls looks much deserted.

"How about it, have you decided to do business?"

The three walked around, and Wang Zhaoyang asked.

Ling Yue was about to speak when someone patted her on the shoulder.

She turned her head and saw a middle-aged woman touching her long hair and asked with a smile, "Girl, do you sell your hair?"

Ling Xiaoyue's hair is very long, almost reaching her hips.

She usually braids her hair and hangs it behind her head, but today she just washed it before going out and tied it into a ponytail at the back of her head. The slightly curly hair looks longer.

Ling Yue's eyes lit up: "How much did you pay?"

The woman stroked her long hair and said, "Your hair is pretty good. I'll give you fifteen if you cut it at the root."

Hearing the quotation, Ling Yue turned his head and walked forward: "It's only 15 yuan for Qigen scissors, which is too low."

Her hair is not only long, but also thick.

I don't know how Ling Xiaoyue takes care of her hair. Her hair is jet-black and soft, and the incandescent lamps in the night market shine brightly.

The woman stopped her again: "The price is negotiable, how much do you plan to sell?"

Ling Yue thought for a while: "Thirty, lower than this price is not negotiable."

"That won't work, it's too high." The woman shook her head, "I can't earn a penny of 30 yuan, can you give me more?"

Ling Yue pointed at Tongtong and said nonsense seriously: "For the price you mentioned, I can only sell you my daughter's hair."

Tongtong's hair is not too short, although it does not reach the waist, but it also passes the shoulder blades.

She usually wears double ponytails, combs air bangs, and her big flickering eyes, not to mention how cute she is.

The woman stroked Tongtong's hair and put it down with disgust on her face: "The kid's hair is too frizzy and short, ten yuan is considered high."

What she liked was Ling Yue's hair. She touched and touched it fondly, and said, "Otherwise, I'll give you 20 yuan. If it's higher, I'll lose money."

Ling Yue shook her head: "I'll give you two yuan at most, and I won't sell it if it's lower."

Ling Yue's eyes are very poisonous.

Just as the woman struck up a conversation with herself, a man beside her was also staring at her hair.

Maybe it was due to the fact that there was a colleague by his side, so he was embarrassed to come up, so he stood there without moving.

The woman said with a look of disappointment: "It's fine if you don't sell it."

Seeing the woman walking away, the man immediately came up to him: "Comrade, I'll charge you 25 yuan for your hair. I don't even cut it at the root, so here it is..."

He gestured with his hand, "how about a short ear-length haircut that is fashionable now?"

Ling Yue glanced at him: "28."

"26, you have to earn me two dollars, besides, I'm not Qi Genjian."

Ling Yue thought about it and agreed.

The man can't say that the haircut is really not the root haircut, and his craftsmanship is also good. He cut Ling Yue's fashionable short ear-length hair in a few strokes.

"Comrade, are you satisfied?"

Ling Yue looked at the mirror again and again, and nodded with satisfaction: "Your skills are very good, and I will come to you when I need it."

Just after taking 26 yuan, Wang Zhaoyang and Wang Zhaoyang bumped into the middle-aged woman before.

As soon as the middle-aged woman saw that her hair had shortened, a pair of venomous eyes shot at the man's booth.

As soon as she passed by, a fierce quarrel erupted at the man's booth behind her.

Ling Yue couldn't help being speechless, she never imagined that in the 80s, everyone's hair would be so curly.

After turning around, Tongtong was also tired, and fell asleep in Wang Zhaoyang's arms.

"Xiaoyue, I really didn't realize that short hair is quite suitable for you."

Ling Yue shook her hair with a smile, and sighed: "I'm not used to the long hair that I've kept for so long and suddenly cut it short."

While chatting, the two returned to the topic just now: "Have you thought about it, what kind of business do you plan to do?"

Ling Yue's face was full of disappointment: "Actually, to be honest, I really want to start a clothing business now, but we don't have any money right now."

It is now [-], and the Chinese economy has grown by leaps and bounds in the past few years, all the way to Changhong.

If you have a few hundred dollars in your hand, as long as you step into the clothing industry, it is like opening an Internet cafe after 2003. You can count the money and draw a stick.

Thinking of this, Ling Yue sighed and said, "No matter what kind of business you do, you need funds to sell goods, and we only have less than 40 yuan now."

It is precisely because of this that Ling Yue thought of setting up a stall.

At least in the early stage, the capital investment in the street stall business is not large. As long as the funds are revitalized, they can survive by gritting their teeth when encountering problems.

Wang Zhaoyang was silent.

It's not that he disapproves of Ling Yue setting up a stall.

As she herself said, she must have her own business, but the biggest problem facing their small family now is the problem of funds.

Ling Yue smiled self-deprecatingly, and suddenly noticed a question keenly: "Hey, Zhaoyang, did you see fruit sellers at the night market just now?"

"Fruits don't go well, ordinary people..." Wang Zhaoyang suddenly realized in the middle of speaking: "Yes, Xiaoyue, we can sell fruits!"

Compared with clothing, selling fruit is not a big investment, which is very suitable for people like her who are just starting out with little capital.

Although fruit selling is an inconspicuous small business, its profits are actually considerable.

Ling Yue remembered that the couple who lived across from her used to rely on setting up stalls in the market to sell fruit, not only for their children to go to college, but also to buy two houses in the county with full money.

Even the scooter started from Mercedes-Benz.

Ling Yue became excited. If he can really do it, the future is still very promising.

Even in the early stage, you only need to buy one or two kinds of fruits, and you can sell them along the street with a pole.

The only downside is that this industry is easy to be robbed of jobs.

But no matter what industry, competition is definitely unavoidable.

"Then do you know where to get the fruit?"

The husband and wife have never done business, and they don't know where to buy fruit.

Wang Zhaoyang opened his mouth and let out a dry laugh.

For a while, both of them were silent.

(End of this chapter)