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

Chapter 47 Do you need a license to open a store?

Selling clothes is not like setting up a stall to sell department stores.

Department Store Chen Zhaodi has used some of them more or less, and after understanding the needs of the other party, he can also give some suggestions based on his own experience.

Those things that have never been used can also be guessed in close proximity.

But the clothes she wears must not only test her eyesight, but also judge whether the clothes are suitable for the other party based on the other party's figure, temperament and other aspects. Tell whether the other party is here to try on or go shopping.

In addition, you need to have aesthetic magnetism and know how to match.

Especially the color matching.

For example, dark and flamboyant black and red, steady and dignified white and black, and flamboyant red and white are three classic collocations that never go out of style.

Another example is the collocation of the same color can never go wrong.

If the matching is wrong, it will only be a joke.

Chen Zhaodi had never been in contact with these things before, and when she asked that question anxiously, the other party glanced at her lightly, eyes full of disgust, turned to Ling Yue and said, "Madam boss, how much is a pair of these pants on your body? "

Ling Yue greeted her with a smile: "Comrade, these pants cost 66 yuan a pair." As she said that, Ling Yue went to look for the size that suits her, "I think you can wear a medium size."

Taking the jeans from her hand: "OK, I trust your vision."

She took the trousers and was not in a hurry to try them on, but swept the clothes back and forth twice: "Just these two, how much are they?"

Ling Yue stared at her in astonishment: "Don't you try it?"

The other party said confidently: "I believe in my vision."

Ling Yue stopped talking and quoted the price: "88 yuan."

The other party paid the money without saying a word, and walked away swaggeringly carrying the bag.

Huang Guixiang's eyes widened as she watched Ling Yue gain 88 in just a few minutes.

When the other party walked away, Huang Guixiang shook her head: "He is really rich, he won't even blink for eight or ninety yuan."

Ling Yue said proudly: "So, sister, don't underestimate any customer at any time."

"If only everyone had as much fun as she does."

This time it was Ling Yue's turn to shake his head.

Huang Guixiang's eyelids are still a little shallow, but then again, happy customers are what business people like most.

One does not bargain, and the other does not try on, take a fancy and leave.

How much time has been saved!

"Xiaoyue, your business is so good, you can start business directly."

"No." Ling Yue shook his head and said, "I haven't made a signboard yet, and I haven't applied for a business license yet."

Opening a shop is not like setting up a stall. As long as the stall is decent, a bicycle can sell popsicles.

For shops, conspicuous signs are essential.

Everything else can be saved, but this thing cannot be saved.

The other is the business license.

If the license has not been obtained, the Industrial and Commercial Bureau will check and confirm it, and then you can't do anything to him with a hundred mouths.

"Have you made a sign yet?"

Ling Yue admitted generously: "No."

Not only the signboard was not done, but even the business license was not done.

Huang Guixiang said bitterly, "Then don't do it."

Ling Yue said lightly: "One of the reasons for not doing it is that I haven't applied for a business license yet."

Ling Yue's words obviously touched Huang Guixiang's blind spot, and she asked in surprise, "Do you need a license to open a shop?"

"Yes, it must be done."

"Then why don't you do it?"

Ling Yue said helplessly: "This is something that Zhaoyang has time to do. I don't know how to write."

Huang Guixiang choked.

She knew that Ling Yue was illiterate, and she had laughed at her about it before.

In contrast, although she doesn't know many characters, she can still write her own name.

With the full-length mirror, Ling Yue's business is even better than expected.

For a whole day, she actually sold a turnover of 2000 yuan.

She had to lament that no matter what age, there will never be a shortage of rich people.

Back home in the evening, Wang Zhaoyang came back just as the food was ready and served.

During the meal, Ling Yue told him about the business license, and Wang Zhaoyang readily agreed.

Ling Yue reminded him that it is enough to write his name on the license. Wang Zhaoyang was a little puzzled and asked why her name was not written.

Ling Yue said: "I don't know how to read, and I don't understand the twists and turns. It's better for you, a cultural person, to do it."

Wang Zhaoyang nodded: "Okay, I understand. I will take a leave of absence on Monday and go to do it."

Ling Yue took the opportunity to ask about the night school again.

It's too uncomfortable for her to pretend to be an illiterate!

"I asked, the new night school hasn't opened yet. Why did you suddenly ask this? Didn't you say that you will wait until September?"

Ling Yue nonsense: "Being illiterate is really painful. If there is no Mid-Autumn Festival this time, I don't know how to take the train to Zhushi, and I don't know how to get back from Zhushi."

Although she is pretending to be illiterate, she is also stating the facts.

A large part of the reason why many elderly people in remote areas have never left their homeland is that they are illiterate.

"And he only helped me for one month. After one month, I have to rely on myself. At that time, I'm worried..."

Wang Zhaoyang laughed: "Since this is the case, I will accompany you to buy goods in the future, or I will go in."

Ling Yue curled her lips, you go to buy, I'm afraid you will only buy those old-fashioned Chinese tunic suits and Dacron.

"I don't believe your eyes." Ling Yue said bluntly, "If you are allowed to buy, you will definitely buy some clothes like tunic suits."

Wang Zhaoyang said awe-inspiringly: "What's wrong with Zhongshan suits? Everyone wears them like this."

Ling Yue laughed: "I didn't mean to belittle Chinese tunic suits, but the conditions are getting better every year. Before I went to Zhushi, I didn't even know that there were jeans and bat shirts, but after I went to Zhushi, I I bought these clothes and came back to sell them.”

"When we open a clothing store, our aesthetics and vision must be at the forefront. Only in this way can we make money."

Wang Zhaoyang nodded thoughtfully, only then did he notice that her clothes had changed again: "You are right, you look good in this dress and paired with these flared trousers."

Ling Yue giggled, pulled the flared trousers, and revealed a pair of black leather shoes: "Look, I bought a pair of leather shoes today, and it cost 30 yuan."

Ling Yue didn't intend to run on him at all, but this sentence suddenly changed in Wang Zhaoyang's ears.

Wang Zhaoyang stared at her shoes for a moment.

30 yuan, rounded up, is his monthly salary.

"Xiaoyue," his face darkened, "Are you disliking me for not earning as much as you?"

"You have only been in business for a few days, and you don't know how high the sky is when you make money!"

Ling Yue was scolded for no reason, and her face was very ugly.

Today more than one or two people commented on her shoes, even Huang Guixiang said that her clothes are beautiful, but the shoes are too ugly.

Ling Yue also knew very well that the Buddha relies on gold clothes and the man relies on clothes, so he went to buy these leather shoes.

And I bought a pair for him, his pair was more expensive, costing a full 45 yuan.

She was not happy at the moment: "Why are you crazy? Didn't you agree to my business! Besides, it's not that I didn't buy it for you."

She walked into the room and put the pair of shoes in front of him, sat on the chair angrily, and turned her face away from him.

Wang Zhaoyang only felt a little nervous in his heart, he stretched out his hand to pat Ling Yue and apologized: "I'm sorry, I don't know why I suddenly got angry at you."

With a cold pretty face, Ling Yue said bluntly, "You're right, my pair is worth your monthly salary, and your pair is exactly your monthly salary."

(End of this chapter)