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Chapter 26 Making a Lot of Money

Not only Zhao Xinxin, but also Zhao Shaokang, who was in charge of the cashier, and Song Ximing, who was in charge of loading the goods, were all crazy busy.

Even Du Qingqing didn't leave after seeing this heated situation, and helped to host the lottery in the lottery area: "Okay, please start the lottery!"

The person who came was an older lady. She clasped her hands and muttered something, and then reached out to the cardboard box filled with small notes.

"Okay, this is what you caught."

Du Qingqing opened the small note in front of everyone and said excitedly,
  "Third prize! Congratulations! A real leather belt!"

The eldest sister who received the award happily accepted a men's leather belt: "Haha, I really won. I have never won in my life. It's like this. This is the first time."

"Congratulations, congratulations!" Du Qingqing congratulated, "Next one!"

The only free person here is Song Xiaoran, holding a glass of water and enjoying the coolness behind the old god.

I’m not surprised by the popularity of the scene. These methods from decades later have been tested for a long time. Even I, who don’t like shopping very much, seem to be sick in those days, and I have to buy everything. It seems that I don’t want to buy anything. If you don't get a discount on your purchase, it's like losing money. How can people in this era tolerate this trick?

And no one was fooled!

Although the Zhao brothers and sisters are not very good at doing business, the goods they buy can be said to be of excellent quality.

Under her instruction, Zhao Xinxin increased the sales price appropriately. After deducting deductions and exemptions, a dress with a purchase price of 15 yuan will only earn about 3 or 4 yuan.

Compared with the average profit of a stall, it is about the same, and even cheaper than other stalls.

It can be said that consumers did take advantage of this promotion.

For them, the greater significance of this promotion is to clear the inventory of men's clothing.

Men's clothing has low profits and large inventory, so it has never been easy to sell.

In this promotion, some men's clothing that is difficult to sell, as well as some clothing left over from this winter, were all sold!
  Most of the money is made on these inventories.

Not to mention, they also provide after-sales service and offer a seven-day no-questions-asked return service.

There is no such service in this era, so I should be the first to do so.

Consumers not only receive discounts, but also receive real protection.

Song Xiaoran has been thinking about whether to launch this service for a long time.

People in this era are relatively simple and simple, and there are relatively few people who intentionally return or exchange goods maliciously, not to mention that they have already stated in advance that they can only enjoy 7 days without reason if it does not affect re-sales.

There are indeed some people who regret their purchases and return them. This percentage is very small, and it can be accepted without affecting re-sales.

A few people worked until 11:, and all the clothes were sold out, not even a pair of socks was left.

The stalls were closed early, and everyone was not in a hurry to go home. They came to a stir-fry stall in the night market and sat together.

"cheers!!"

Except for Zhao Xinxin, everyone raised their Wangjing beer to celebrate together.

Song Ximing couldn't help it at first, and asked a question that everyone wanted to know: "Xinxin, how much did it cost in total today!"

Xinxin carefully took a sip of Coke soda, her face flushed with excitement: "A total of 8125 yuan and 7 cents!!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Everyone was amazed.

This was the 150s, and the average salary of an office worker was only 200 or 3000 yuan a month, and no more than yuan a year.

The money I earn in one day from setting up a stall today is nearly what an office worker earns in three years. "So many!" Du Qingqing also took a deep breath. She was average in studies since she was a child, but she was quite talented in painting. She followed her grandfather in traditional Chinese painting from elementary school, and later got into contact with modern oil painting.

Last year, I joined the publicity department of the factory because of my talent in painting. My family was happily playing gongs and drums as if it was the Chinese New Year, but my monthly income was only 200 yuan. This 8000 yuan is equivalent to my income for 40 months.

"That's the total income," Xinxin added: "The net profit is about 3100 yuan."

"That's a lot!" Du Qingqing exclaimed, "One day is as much as I earned in a year."

Zhao Xinxin nodded fiercely: "Yeah."

Song Xiaoran picked up a spicy fried oyster with chopsticks, sucked the oyster meat, and said, "There is my 3000 in it."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Talking about money immediately when they are so happy is really a bit disappointing!
  Song Ximing smiled awkwardly and started to smooth things over;
  "Sister, I only made over 3000 in total. Wouldn't it be better if you just took it all away!"

“So spicy, so spicy!”

Tons, tons, tons, Song Xiaoran took a big gulp of beer and continued to immerse himself in the spicy fried oysters while saying,

"Hiccup...that's what my brother said. It's much less than I thought. Then forget it. I don't want the money."

"What?"

Everyone was shocked again.

No matter how you say you don’t want it, you don’t want it.

What a fuss is going on!

This is 3000 yuan, the annual income of ordinary people, but in Song Xiaoran's mouth, it seems like a piece of three-cent toilet paper, which can be thrown away at any time!
  Everyone looked at Song Xiaoran, wondering if what she said was true or false, and whether she said it on purpose to retreat in order to advance.

Seeing everyone's looks, Song Xiaoran finally stopped all the show-offs, put down her chopsticks and said seriously:
  "Money really doesn't count. Because I estimated at the time that my idea might be sold for tens of thousands of yuan. Who knew that after clearing out the inventory, I would earn more than 3000 yuan. This is too little, and I don't like it."

[Hmph, Zhao Shaokang, although you are so angry that it makes my teeth itch, you are indeed a good person. My family has no conditions, but I have helped my brother and our family over the years. How can I take your money if I know all this? Moreover, your purchasing station will also close down, directly losing a big income. Just keep this money for emergencies. 】

When Song Ximing heard his sister's thoughts, he could not wait to give her a thumbs up and give her a thumbs up.

His eyes were full of pride.

I don’t want 3000 yuan even if I don’t want it. This kind of person who values ​​love and justice and knows how to repay kindness makes him a member of the Song family at first glance! !

Follow me!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Follow your parents, like me!
  Moreover, my sister didn't say what she was thinking directly. She just complained that she didn't make enough money, which really saved Yasuko enough face.

This is quite similar to Yasuko.

These two are such a twisted pair.

If you have something to say, you can’t say it openly!
  It's so tiring talking to you.

"Sister Xiaoran, you can't take them all!"

It was Xinxin who spoke, "I want some!"

"Haha, did I hear you right? Little Grandet like you is also going to take the initiative to explode the gold coins!"

Song Xiaoran joked,

"You were probably the one who had the biggest opinion yesterday."

Zhao Xinxin blushed slightly: "Hey, sister, please don't laugh at me. I was doubtful about my sister yesterday, so I apologize! Today I am really convinced, I am so convinced! Sister, you will be my idol from now on!"

Hahahaha.

The heartfelt compliments from a child are so comforting.

(End of this chapter)