Nongmen's fierce wife is a prodigal daughter

Chapter 322 You Let Me Go to the Vegetable Market to Sell?
"In business, don't be impatient."

Although An Ruoxi doesn't know much about business, she also knows that she has to be willing to eat crabs in everything, but she must act steadily.

"Sister-in-law said yes, I remember."

Anyway, what my sister-in-law said was right, and now he had blindly worshiped the couple.

After chatting about business for a while, An Ruoxi said, "I'll take a box of No. [-] color and go to the public account."

The color number is naturally advocated by An Ruoxi.

It is also a modern cosmetic product learned, using numbers instead of colors, which is easy to remember.

Now the ladies and ladies of Xin'an Town don't talk about the color of rouge, but the color number.

"All right."

"Bring me another handkerchief and put it in a box. I want to give it away."

Upon hearing this, Gong Facai asked with a smile, "Sister-in-law, who are you giving this to?"

"It's the birthday of Auntie Mei's daughter in the county seat. You can record the cost price of this box when you book the account, and I will charge the handkerchief to my account."

The handkerchiefs embroidered by Mrs. Lu are very good, and they sell well.

I think the little girl should like it very much.

When Gong Facai heard that he was actually a customer of his sister-in-law selling vegetables, he suddenly had an idea: "Sister-in-law, you said that when you are selling vegetables, how about putting some rouge powder next to it, there should be business."

An Ruoxi: "..."

Stretching out his hand, he was about to shudder: "I want to make this stunning beauty into a high-end product, you want me to sell it in the vegetable market?"

Gong Facai hurriedly dodged, and said with some guilt: "Can't high-end products be sold in the vegetable market? I think your vegetable market business is so good. If you take this rouge gouache and sell it, you can make a box of it. Anyway, this rouge gouache is also very profitable."

"Of course not. If I sell it in the vegetable market, the price of my rouge gouache will drop. And we must make this brand of stunning beauty, and no one can imitate it. Even the imitated appearance cannot be imitated." Put out this sign."

"Then what should we do?" Gong Facai never thought about this question.

"It means that we can't stay the same. Our boxes must be updated all the time, and we have a main theme every season, so that if others want to imitate, they can only follow suit." She had thought of these before, and recently she is also thinking about how to design the next one The flagship of the period.

Simoxuan nodded when he heard what his cat said, and agreed: "This is a good way."

Cats do have many good ways to do business.

"I am also learning from experience and copying what is suitable for this place."

"The ones you drew yesterday are intended to be the main characters of the next season?"

"Yes." An Ruoxi thought for a while: "I'm still thinking, this rouge powder doesn't have to be packed in wooden boxes only, it can be made of jade, porcelain, etc., in different shapes. And the box The more expensive it is, the more expensive the rouge will be.”

Si Moxuan thought for a while: "This is also a method, but this method may be more suitable in the capital and relatively large places, and it is still difficult to sell in such places."

"Well, so there is no need to do more in this kind of place, at most one box or two boxes, make it a limited edition, it will give people a sense of accomplishment."

But: "My husband, do you think our shop can be opened in the capital?"

Simoxuan raised his eyebrows: "Why not?"

"I was thinking that the place was not easy to manage, the class consciousness was too strong."

"It doesn't matter, everything is for the husband." He doesn't care if the class consciousness is strong or not, as long as the cat wants to go.

An Ruoxi grinned: "Well, everything has a husband."

Gong Facai, who was silently eating dog food: "..."

Once the boss and the proprietress came, he ate dog food once, and he ate until he was full. Hearing that his stomach was sour, was it swollen?
(End of this chapter)