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Chapter 13: Catch the ducks and put them on the shelves

"Sister, this one is 16 yuan and 8 cents."

Zhao Xinxin said quickly.

"It's so expensive!"

The young lady frowned and made gestures on her body again,

"It should be cheaper. The material you use is very ordinary. It looks okay, but I don't know what it is like after washing it."

Zhao Xinxin shook her head seriously:

"Sister, I can't afford it cheaply. What I'm giving you is the lowest price."

The young lady frowned even more tightly, with a displeased look on her face:

"How do you do business and you don't give up a penny? Others are just like this for several dollars cheaper."

Zhao Xinxin grimaced and explained seriously:

"Sister, this is made of high-quality material. One meter costs 6 yuan. Our price for this skirt is 14 yuan. Selling it to you for 16 yuan and 8 cents, we only make 20% of your profit. We already make very little. …”

It is obvious that Zhao Xinxin cannot impress the curly-haired lady with such sincerity.

The young lady muttered a few words, turned around and went to another house.

Zhao Xinxin sighed, not disappointed at all, she must be used to it.

Song Xiaoran first looked at Zhao Xinxin, and then couldn't help but look at Zhao Shaokang, and found that he was talking to his brother in a low voice on the side, completely ignoring how his sister was selling clothes.

With this kind of business going on, it’s strange that this stall is not pornographic!

Immediately another customer came, took a few glances at the items on the stall, and left without saying anything.

Song Xiaoran was originally not prepared to ask too much, but seeing so much money fly away, even though it was not her own, it still hurt.

"Xinxin, this is how you usually do business?"

Zhao Xinxin looked at Song Xiaoran and asked naturally:

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Can you make money by doing this?" Song Xiaoran was really curious.

"Why are you asking so much?" Zhao Xinxin's face showed caution.

"I also plan to set up a stall to make money."

"You also want to set up a stall? Can you do it? Setting up a stall is difficult! You were a eldest lady before, how can you bear this hardship?"

Even though Zhao Xinxin is young, she talks in the same way, just like an adult.

It's just a question of whether the disease in her brain is not cured yet, and it comes up one day at a time.

"...The thing I'm not afraid of the most right now is suffering!" Song Xiaoran immediately expressed his intention.

[Just because you can come out and set up a stall like this, I am instantly confident. I will not be worse than you at worst. 】

Song Ximing,...

Fortunately, Kangzi and Xinxin couldn't hear this.

Song Ximing turned to Zhao Shaokang and asked: "Kangzi, how much can your stall sell in a day? My sister is curious, please tell her."

Zhao Shaokang simply replied: "It's usually more than 200 yuan, but on weekends I can get more than 300 yuan."

Song Ximing's eyes widened and he was almost frightened: "So much! Isn't that 6000 or 7000 yuan a month!" Zhao Shaokang was about to speak when Zhao Xinxin on the side responded: "Brother Ming, this is income, and costs must be subtracted. And expenses. It costs more than 5000 yuan to purchase goods, and after deducting management fees and various miscellaneous expenses, there is almost 700 or 800 yuan in profit a month."

Song Ximing nodded and said, "That's quite a lot. How much does it take for an average person to go to work?"

Zhao Shaokang also nodded and said: "It's not bad. Thanks to Xinxin, last year I suggested setting up a street stall to sell clothes. This year the management fee of this area has been raised a lot."

Song Ximing gave a thumbs up: "Xinxin has been smart since she was a child, and her head turns quickly."

When Zhao Xinxin heard her two brothers praising her, her eyes almost narrowed into slits. She smiled and glanced proudly at Song Xiaoran aside.

When Song Xiaoran saw the little demonstration in her eyes, she couldn't help but throw cold water at her: "Such a good place, just sell it for 800 and be satisfied! Which stall selling clothes on this street doesn't do better than this one?"

Zhao Xinxin clenched her little fists: "...They, their good business was all cheated! They don't tell the truth when they sell clothes!"

Song Xiaoran laughed and said teasingly: "So you also know that your business is the worst."

"you you you!"

"I don't know why my business is so bad. I blame others for cheating me. Isn't there a way to make money without cheating me? Why are business geniuses and business tycoons at this level?"

"What genius or boss, who are you mocking! What do you know? Have you ever sold anything?" Zhao Xinxin's face turned red.

"I've never sold it before," Song Xiaoran couldn't help but feel guilty when she spilled the beans, but she was still very honest and said whatever was on her mind, "But if you let me sell it, it should be at least ten times better than what it is now."

"Hmph, you're talking big words. You, cough..." Zhao Xinxin's face was full of disbelief, she gasped in anger, and even coughed violently.

"younger sister!"

Zhao Shaokang hurried over, poured a glass of water from the thermos bottle to his sister, patted her back gently, and stared at Song Xiaoran fiercely.

"Boss, what are you doing? Are you going to kill someone?" Song Xiaoran was also startled by this look, thinking that your sister provoked me first, is it necessary to write two sentences in a novel?
  "Sister!" Song Ximing hurriedly came over, pulled Song Xiaoran aside, and whispered, "Xinxin has asthma, so her mood swings shouldn't be too big."

"what?"

Song Xiaoran looked at Zhao Xinxin who was resting her shoulders on her legs, shaking violently, out of breath and looking in pain.
  "I'm sorry, I don't know."

"Yes, Yasuko, I forgot to say it. Blame me, don't blame Xiaoran."

Song Ximing also hurried over to help take out the white anti-asthma tablets he carried with him.

Zhao Shaokang looked a little better, no longer glaring at Song Xiaoran, and whispered: "It's not entirely her fault. It's getting colder and colder at night, and Xinxin is prone to getting sick. I told her to go back early, but she didn't want to."

"I'm leaving. Brother, how are you going to sell it?" Zhao Xinxin's face turned red and she spoke intermittently.

"Stop talking, drink some water and take a rest." Zhao Shaokang comforted his sister warmly, grabbed her hand, and began to massage her tiger's mouth rhythmically.

"Hey, are you still in business? Are you selling this dress?"

At this moment, another customer came. A chubby lady wearing high heels, fashionable clothes, and a slightly chubby figure happened to pick up the green dress that was not sold just now.

"Sell, sell, of course, how much does this cost?" The Zhao brothers and sisters had no time to deal with it, so Song Ximing hurriedly came over and wanted to help.

Just as the Zhao brothers and sisters were about to speak, Song Xiaoran rushed to answer: "Sister, this one costs 25 yuan!"

"What, 25! Why don't you go grab it if it's so expensive!" the high-heeled lady muttered.

When Zhao Xinxin saw that Song Xiaoran took advantage of her illness to retaliate against her for destroying her business, her face turned redder and her body became even more angry.

And Zhao Shaokang also stared at Song Xiaoran, once again suspecting that she had bad intentions.

Now that the duck is on the shelves, Song Xiaoran simply goes all out and comes directly to the eldest sister, with his back to the Zhao brothers and sisters, forcing them to separate their cannibalistic gazes.

(End of this chapter)