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Chapter 24 Start preparations

"it is good."

"The out-of-season inventory will be left where it is first."

"it is good."

"Put the leather shoe belts and some small accessories in the corner first."

"it is good."

Song Xiaoran clapped his hands: "Quick, quick, quick! Come on! Speed ​​up."

Song Ximing, Zhao Shaokang: "..."

The two of them tidied away without touching their feet for more than half an hour, and the originally messy warehouse was now in order.

The two exhausted people were afraid that there would be no more work to do, so they quickly ran away and hid in the doorway to smoke.

Song Xiaoran stayed in the room, took out a small notebook that had been prepared, and recorded while checking the numbers:
  "12 men's long-sleeved shirts and 20 short-sleeved shirts. 15 women's long-sleeved shirts and 25 short-sleeved shirts... Zhao Shaokang, how much do these shirts cost? Are they all the same price?"

Zhao Shaokang tilted his head and looked into the room: "I don't know."

"What, I don't know?! You, the boss, don't know how much the things cost?"

Zhao Shaokang nodded and didn't think anything was wrong: "I knew it before, but I have forgotten it now. These are all my sister's memories. I will tell her the price when I bring in the goods, so she won't forget."

There was a little pride in this tone.

Song Ximing added: "Yes, that girl Xinxin has been good at mathematics since she was a child. She even won the first prize in the city in the mental arithmetic competition!"

Song Xiaoran said in surprise: "Zun Du and Fake Du? So awesome!"

[Why are there so many top students? Is it possible that this world where only me, a scumbag, is getting hurt? 】

Song Ximing, who heard his sister's voice, couldn't bear to make up for it. He didn't say that Zhao Shaokang ranked first in every exam when he was still in school.

"Then we can only count the numbers first and estimate the approximate price. We will ask Zhao Xinxin about the unit price after school is over in the evening."

Song Xiaoran immersed himself in sorting it out again, and finally got the total number of these inventories:

"20 long-sleeved shirts for men, 30 long-sleeved shirts for women, 40 short-sleeved shirts for men, 50 short-sleeved shirts for women. 20 trousers for men, 25 trousers for women, 20 skirts, 50 pairs of socks, men 10 pairs of leather shoes, 15 pairs of women’s leather shoes, 10 belts, and I don’t remember the remaining cotton-padded jackets sold in the winter.”

The two brothers Song Ximing and Zhao Shaokang entered the house after resting. Song Ximing came up and looked at the list:
  "Everything is good for both young and old. Let's get a few thousand yuan in stock."

Zhao Shaokang nodded: "I heard Xinxin talk about it yesterday. Not counting what I haven't dealt with this winter, the inventory is probably more than 5200 yuan."

I saw Song Xiaoran sighing while checking the list.

Song Ximing thought she was afraid of difficulties, so he couldn't help comforting her: "Sister, don't worry if the things are not easy to sell. Your brother Kang said yesterday that the stall was cheating and wouldn't let you go. Those were just to scare you, to stop you from messing around. .What’s the relationship between our two families?”

Zhao Shaokang had a sullen face: "Who said that? My brothers are still settling accounts, but what I said is serious."

Song Xiaoran couldn't help but sigh louder, shook his head, and looked up to the sky speechlessly.

"Go away. It would be great if my sister can help you sell clothes. Don't put pressure on her." Song Ximing glared at him and thought, don't deliberately anger her. See, your sister is really worried. Feeling distressed.

Zhao Shaokang also hesitated when he saw Song Xiaoran, struggling whether to say a few soft words.

Song Ximing also wanted to say a few more words of advice, but the words were already on his lips when his sister said,
  "I've prepared so many big battles and just order goods like this?! It's really not enough to sell! Where can I buy more goods?"

Song Ximing shut up immediately.

have to! You may have misunderstood!

Zhao Shaokang,...

This made his struggle just now seem funny. At 5: pm, brother and sister Song Ximing and Song Xiaoran had already arrived at the Heping Road night market stalls and packed up the stalls.

Of course, it was Song Xiaoran who had to say it, and Song Ximing who had to do the hard work.

And Zhao Shaokang went to pick up her sister from school.

Under Song Xiaoran's command, the stall was quickly filled with goods.

This stall actually has an area of ​​10 square meters, which is quite a small stall nearby. Fortunately, the Zhao brothers and sisters rented the stall right after the night market opened last year and paid for it for 2 years early. The management fee and rental fee are considered cheap, otherwise they would still have to pay for it. What a big investment.

Compared to last time, the stall was much neater this time.

The stall is roughly divided into three areas.

In the two square meters on the left, there are all kinds of men's clothes that have been sorted out. In the front are all kinds of trousers, and in the back are densely hung shirts of various lengths on hangers.

On the right side are some leather shoes, belts, and some small accessories such as headbands and hairpins.

Almost all the areas in the middle were designated by Song Xiaoran as the women's clothing area.

Women's trousers are laid out in the front, and various skirts are placed on hangers in the back. Some of the more exquisite skirts can even have their own hanger, specially highlighted together.

Song Xiaoran looked at the "fruits of his labor" and nodded, expressing satisfaction.

Song Ximing, who was sweating profusely, expressed his doubts: "Sister, you only have so many men's clothes in such a big place. Is it appropriate for such a large area in the middle to be used for women's clothes?"

Song Xiaoran rolled her eyes at her brother: "If there weren't so many men's clothing in stock, I would like to get rid of them all and only sell women's clothing."

Seeing that her brother was puzzled, she asked, "Brother, how much did you pay for the clothes you are wearing?"

Song Ximing took a look at his red vest and black shorts: "Dad gave it to me in the factory before. It didn't cost any money."

"...Okay, what about some of the clothes you have at home?"

"I don't know. We bought it for you."

"..." Song Xiaoran, who wanted to use her brother as an example, found that her brother was really rough and more realistic, "So, there are not many men who go shopping and buy clothes. Even if we sell men's clothes, girls buy them most of the time."

"It really is."

"So our consumer group is women. Let women choose their own clothes comfortably and enjoyably. When they are satisfied with the selection, just buy two pieces for you rough guys to take home. So how big a space do you want for men's clothing?"

"Sister, I understand."

While the two siblings were chatting, they saw a round-faced girl wearing glasses and a green skirt slowly pushing a bicycle into the night market. The front basket of her bicycle seemed to be full of things, and there were a few wooden sticks tied to the back seat.

She looked around as if looking for someone.

The sharp-eyed Song Xiaoran quickly waved her hand: "Qingqing, here, here!"

Du Qingqing heard the sound and found Song Xiaoran with a happy face. While answering the call, he quickly pushed his bicycle to the stall.

Song Xiaoran quickly stepped forward to hold the bicycle: "Qingqing, it's really hard. I was busy ordering goods this afternoon and I didn't ask you to pick up the things. You must be tired!"

Du Qingqing wiped her sweat and said, "I'm not tired, Sister Xiaoran. The factory is not far from here."

Song Xiaoran asked Du Qingqing to sit down and rest first, while he and his brother took things off the bicycle.

"Sister, what is this?"

"Store name sign, promotional posters, etc. I asked Qingqing to help me do it." Song Xiaoran turned around and introduced, "I almost forgot to introduce it. Qingqing, this is my brother, Song Ximing. Brother, this is my colleague Du Qingqing."

The two nodded politely to each other and smiled shyly.

(End of this chapter)