Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 124

"Jiankun, look at these socks!"

Xiao Wang stopped in front of a stall, as if he had discovered something in high demand.

Socks are something that is so rare in future generations that it would be a waste of eyesight. Of course, the playful black silk, white silk and gray silk on the girl... are an exception.

At that time, many children liked to be fashionable, and the old mother at home was forced to not wear them.

But these days, many people want to wear them, but don’t.

Don’t be surprised. When the weather is warm in the countryside, who doesn’t have a pair of cloth shoes and a pair of bare feet?

I only have one or two pairs of tattered socks, which I have to save for when the weather freezes my feet.

In cities, people wear socks as a sign of high quality. Even in the hot summer, socks must be worn when wearing sandals.

It has become a fashion.

The categories of socks on the market are still very single and unique.

Li Jiankun lowered his head and swept away the socks. The main focus of the socks on this stall was flower work.

They are colorful, and a few have mixed colors, such as plaid, a few stripes on the stocking legs, embellished with flowers, etc.

cotton.

These days, it's really rare.

Xiao Wang looked at the stall owner and scratched his head, wondering why this man looked like a fool.

"Comrade, how did you sell these socks?"

After asking him, he answered. The stall owner had an unnatural smile on his face and said, "Look at the style, they are usually a pair."

Yo ho!

They are cheap, Xiao Wang thought to himself. The nylon socks his mother bought for him last time were only two yuan a pair for wearing slippery feet.

But didn't buy it.

They are not here to buy goods, but to scan goods, and are not in a hurry.

After turning his head, Xiao Wang looked to the side and asked, "Jiankun, why do these stall owners feel like they don't know how to do business?"

This kid, your family has been doing business for many years, so you are not surprised... Li Jiankun said with a smile: "Most of them are educated youths who have returned to the city and can't find a job. They were forced to have no choice, so they risked their lives to set up a stall. They just took up the job a few days ago. Woolen cloth.

"Don't look at it from our perspective. The more you live in a big city, the more scandalous it is to be self-employed.

"Many people do it secretly. It's hard to tell your relatives and friends because you can't afford to embarrass anyone."

Xiao Wang looked at it carefully, and it seemed that this was really the case, and then asked: "What about the merchants in our courtyard?"

"It's all the same. Who would be willing to engage in self-employment if they can find a guaranteed job?"

Li Jiankun said.

Xiao Wang blinked and asked, "What about you?"

Damn it, this question is really difficult for me to answer... After thinking for a while, Li Jiankun replied: "What am I studying? Economics. Individual trading is the trend in the future. If you want to do it, of course you have to do it as early as possible."

Xiao Wang smashed it, smashed it, and reluctantly accepted this statement.

The two turned their heads.

Huh?
That guy Chen Yajun was standing in front of a stall diagonally opposite, staring at a light yellow dress with white petals, drooling wildly, with a lustful look on his face.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Wang was puzzled.

"I miss you girl."

Li Jiankun walked over, patted Chen Yajun on the shoulder, and asked with a smile: "What's up, I caught the photo, are you going to buy one for that Nana?"

He heard it several times when Chen Yajun and Jin Biao were chatting.

The female educated youth who used to be with them was also from Beijing. She probably had a decent family background and already had a job.

It seems that Li Jiankun doesn't know whether his intuition is accurate. Both Jin Biao and Chen Yajun are interested in this girl...

You said it was a mess.

"Where can I find it? I think this dress is good and I want to buy it back and sell it!"

Chen Yajun blushed and hurriedly explained.

That is there.

Li Jiankun shook his head. You have little hope of picking up girls like this. It feels like Jin Biao is braver than you.

The three of them moved forward and continued walking.

Xiao Wang and Chen Yajun were overwhelmed. It can be said that every stall here can bring them surprises.

The small commodities for sale are all made by state-owned factories.

However, some people have developed a telescopic and foldable umbrella.

Ten minutes later, when the entire street was almost finished shopping, Li Jiankun stopped in front of a stall.

You can see right through the front. This is the largest stall on the entire street.

A row of wooden shelves were propped up on the left and right sides, with a total of ten sets of playful clothes hanging on them.

There is a row of long horizontal boards in the middle, on which are placed socks, sneakers, hats, scarves, buttons, hairpins, headwear... There are twenty categories and hundreds of small commodities. "Three of you looking at the goods?"

The stall owner is a tough-looking young man, 23-[-] years old, with a stocky build and a leather wallet hanging around his neck.

On the whole street, he looks most like a businessman, with a warm attitude and a simple and honest smile.

Li Jiankun smiled and nodded, and motioned to Xiao Wang and Chen Yajun to take a look at the clothes on the wooden rack. The two were so interested that they thought they were allowed to pick the goods.

Li Jiankun didn't even look at it. He took out one from the front door and handed one over.

"What is the boss's name?"

This title can only be called here these days. Due to the influence of Hong Kong City, people in other places would be confused.

"What kind of boss am I? I just make a living. My surname is Wan, so my friends all call me Ayong."

The young man took the cigarette and hurriedly touched his pocket.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

It was a metal lighter used to light Li Jiankun's fire.

This thing makes Xiao Wang and Chen Yajun envious to death. When has anyone ever seen someone use this kind of cigarette lighting artifact?
Even if you don’t order it, it will look terrible when you take it out!

"Come, come, comrades, it's not good to smoke!"

Seeing the two of them, Wan Yong hurriedly took out his cigarettes and scattered one each.

So humble.

Li Jiankun didn't know how much Xingbao brand cigarettes cost these days. He bought them when he came here on a business trip in the early 90s, and they cost two yuan a pack.

Known as the domestic Marlboro, it is a must-have souvenir for many people in Guangdong Province. There is also a local folk song: "Wake up the treasure, wake up the treasure, wake up and you will be a treasure~"

"Ayong, right?"

Li Jiankun reached out to the wooden frame, held up a piece of white skirt, rubbed the fabric, and said casually: "Your market is still small. I think your stall is the largest, with only about ten types of clothes."

Wan Yong noticed some details, and when he heard these words, he felt excited all over.

A wise man and a great customer!
The smile on his face became even bigger, and he hurriedly grabbed a piece of clothing and introduced: "Although I don't have many styles here, brother, you see, they are all the most popular nowadays. If you look at this fabric, it doesn't shrink or shrink. It’s faded, but it’s comfortable to wear.”

"The clothes are okay, but there are too few styles."

Li Jiankun shook his head, looking uninterested.

Wan Yong rolled his eyes, leaned a little closer, and asked: "Brother, are you very generous?"

"46 shops in the north."

Excuse!
Wan Yong shivered with fright, but for a moment, he became deeply suspicious.

This man looks younger than him, and he is an educated youth who has just returned to the city. Look at the people next to him. Even if they have entered the business world, who is not just starting out?
What year it is, what environment it is, the policy has just been liberalized, and even he has not yet found a shop.

46 rooms, like telling a story.

Although he thought so in his heart, he couldn't say it out loud. Wan Yong gave a thumbs up and said: "Brother, you are a great talent!"

Li Jiankun smiled and shook his head, "If you don't say it anymore, we won't be able to do this business if you are not talented."

After that, he told Xiao Wang and Chen Yajun to leave, leaving the two guys confused.

Didn’t you come here to the treasure land to pick out and load the goods?

There are so many good products in front of you, but you don’t want them anymore?
Li Jiankun did not explain for the time being. He had agreed when he came that everything would be subject to his instructions.

As I said before, who are the people who come to Gaudi Street to buy goods?
Self-employed foreigners.

Is he?
And who is selling goods on Gaudi Street?

Local self-employed.

To put it bluntly, he is still a second-rate dealer.

Of course, his current behavior is the same, but he wants to be a big businessman.

He knew exactly where these small commodities on Gaudi Street came from, but he couldn't figure out the specific route.

In 79, it was still early for the dual-track price system to be implemented.Even if you are a local, if you want to purchase goods from state-owned units, it is not impossible, and it is definitely not something that these young people can do.

Where else?
It's a community enterprise.

What we are talking about here are serious channels, not serious ones. We are not trying to kill these young people. They are not capable yet.

The question now is, where are these commune and team enterprises specifically located?
He really didn't have this kind of subtle knowledge reserve in his previous life.

Guangdong is close to 18 square kilometers. If you look for it in vain, haha, transportation is not convenient these days, and you may not be able to find it in a year and a half.

So he thought of two ways.

The first one to try his luck is to ask the citizens.

The second one is successful and effective. It can be tricked out from the mouth of the person who shipped the goods.

Don't even ask, even a fool won't tell.

You have to pay attention to technique.

(End of this chapter)