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

Chapter 65
Sitting on the ground, Jiang Congxiang asked Ling Yue weakly: "Xiaoyue, are you so busy every day?"

Ling Yue said truthfully: "No, today is mainly for official business, and the business in the future will not be as good as it is today."

The special was supposed to last three days, but the customers were too enthusiastic.

Inventory in the evening, all the special clothes have been almost sold out.

Without special clothes, the three-day event can only be held for one day, which is impossible.

As far as the current business is concerned, apart from the specials, the best-selling single product is the bell-bottom trousers.

For these two types of items, Ling Yue deliberately replenished [-] items each on September [-]th, and now they add up to less than [-] items.

Jeans are a profitable item, even if Ling Yue sells them for 66 at the original price and 41 at the special price, the profit for a pair is [-].

Although the profit of bell-bottom pants is not as high as that of jeans, the advantage is that the quantity has increased, and the overall appearance is still very impressive.

On the contrary, the [-] windbreakers she bought in the first batch have not been touched much, even if there is a special sale today, they still haven't been touched much.

It seems that everyone is more rational.

Ling Yue's business is good, and she is not a stingy person. After closing the door at night, she took everyone to the state-run hotel to have a good meal. After returning to the family home, she began to count today's turnover.

Seeing today's figures, Ling Yue counted three times in disbelief. She lowered her voice and excitedly said to Wang Zhaoyang: "Zhaoyang, today's turnover has broken the record. There are a total of 300 yuan!"

Wang Zhaoyang knew in his heart that he was the one collecting money all the time today.

Ling Yue only lends a helping hand occasionally when he sees that he is too busy.

He stood for a whole day, and his calf swelled badly. While rubbing his calf, he said, "I think it's similar. I sold about fifty pairs of jeans alone."

"The flared pants are almost sold out." Wang Zhaoyang took a sip of water.

He stood for a whole day today, his calf was so swollen that it hurt, his voice was almost hoarse, "There are a hundred pieces, now there are only a dozen or so at most."

Bell-bottom pants did not participate in the event today. The purchase price is 18 yuan, and the sale price is 11 yuan. A pair earns [-] yuan and [-] cents.

But I can't stand the large amount!
Ling Yue's face was filled with a bright smile, and her eyes were narrowed.

Sure enough, the ancients did not bully her, as long as the eight 90s stepped into the clothing industry, they would be able to earn soft hands if they made money.

300 yuan, even if her profit is only 35 points, she earned 900 yuan a day.

If you can earn this figure in one day, even a large number of people in future generations will not be able to achieve it in one day.

One and a half months ago, she was still worrying about the start-up capital of 50 yuan to sell her hair. In a blink of an eye, she could earn as little as 3000 yuan a day.

"Zhaoyang, I've made up my mind. According to this situation, after the Chinese New Year next year, you will be able to apply for a leave of absence."

Wang Zhaoyang smiled cheerfully, "Okay, then I will file a resignation report after I get the bonus at the end of the year."

Ling Yue pursed her lips and asked him: "What do you think is the salary of Sister Jiang and Xiao Li today?"

For a clothing store with two fronts, four people are usually enough to watch it.

Fortunately, Chen Zhaodi said that she has no ambitions and should work in the store for a long time.

Chen Pandi has ambitions, and the most she can do is to help herself until the Chinese New Year is over. After the Chinese New Year, as long as she has money, she will go it alone.

Even, as long as she gets this month's salary, she may go it alone.

Can't keep it.

Ling Yue knows that people always have to look at the long-term. Since she can't keep it, she doesn't want to say it.

"You give Zhaodi as much salary as you want. They must be treated equally and cannot be treated differently."

Ling Yue nodded and said, "That's true. In addition, I also want to mobilize Zhaodi's enthusiasm and plan to give her a certain commission. What do you think?"

The salary model of basic salary plus commission is a common salary composition.

"Commission?" Wang Zhaoyang looked at her, "How much commission do you plan to give them?"

"How about a ten cent commission for selling a piece of clothing?"

A dime may not seem like a lot, but if you can sell ten pieces of clothing a day, it will be worth one yuan.

The purchasing power of one yuan in the 80s is still good, presumably Zhaodi will be more motivated.

"Okay," Wang Zhaoyang nodded, "You just need to make sure about the things in the store."

"That's how it is." Ling Yue collected the money, "By the way, I will go to Zhushi again tomorrow with the Mid-Autumn Festival, and this time I may stay for an extra day. I also want to find some new models there. In the store and Tongtong, you should pay more attention."

Wang Zhaoyang was not displeased at all: "Okay, you should pay attention to your own safety, especially when there are many pickpockets on the train, you must hide your money well."

"You can move all these things left at home at noon tomorrow, so you don't have to go back and forth."

Wang Zhaoyang looked at this small nest where he had lived for four or five years, and said with emotion: "Don't tell me, you have lived here for five years, Tongtong was born and grew up here, and suddenly I have to move away. I am a little bit reluctant."

Ling Yue comforted him: "I can't bear to let us come and have a look often."

"It's okay, it's just a sudden feeling."

Ling Yue looked at his lost look and didn't bother him.

Ling Yue nodded: "You've been tired all day, go to rest early."

Sitting on the chair, Wang Zhaoyang took another sip of water from the enamel cup, with a smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyes: "It would be great if every day in the future is like today."

"Just think about it. If the business is as good as it is today, and the big guys are here to do business, what shall we eat?"

Today is the official opening, and with the support of special promotions, it will sell for so much money, but what about tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?

No one can guarantee that the business in the store will always be as good as it is today.

Just like when she set up a stall in front of the university to sell department stores, she could sell more than 100 tapes a day at first, but after the market reached saturation, she could only sell more than ten tapes a day, which was too big a gap.

"I'll go to Sister Jiang's house."

Ling Yue had to settle the wages of Jiang Congxiang and Li Yulan, and she had to make it clear to them that if they had any thoughts about her because of this matter, she didn't care, but gossip can kill people.

Before going to Jiang Congxiang, Ling Yue glanced down on the balcony and saw that the light in Huang Guixiang's house was still on, so she went to her to buy some fruits, divided them into four, and sent one to Jiang Congxiang and one to Li Yulan. Zhao Di sent a copy, and kept a copy for himself to bring to the store to eat tomorrow.

As the boss, she made a small fortune, so she must not let the employees feel cold.

The next day, she came to the store early, took advantage of the lack of people in the morning, held a short meeting, and focused on the future salary changes. Chen Zhaodi was naturally overjoyed, but Chen Pandi frowned.

"Miss Xiaoyue, to be honest, I would rather do it myself than a commission."

She looked at the few department stores at the door, "Can you tell me where you buy these department stores? I want to borrow your tricycle to set up a stall by myself."

　Thank you for the reward of coconut milk pudding ~ Thank you for your recommendation tickets, okay?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)