"Mom, you know that I only sell for three dollars outside. If this rises too much, I can't stand it."

"This price, when the goods arrive, you have to make arrangements. During this period, you will wait for it first. I will notify you after the arrangement is completed."

It can be seen that Song Meiqin did not say the price to death.

I think she doesn't believe that her son only earns the difference of these few cents.

The mother and son each had their own ulterior motives. Unfortunately, Song Meiqin didn't know that she seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact she was held tightly by Zhang Xu, and even felt a little apology for him.

"Mom, if this is the case, it will be difficult for me to operate. Otherwise, show me the inventory table and let me see what else is available for sale?"

Seeing this, Song Meiqin immediately responded, turned around and took out a thick stock book.

Zhang Xu had seen this book before, and he deliberately gave information to the Moss Factory.

"You can take a look at it yourself. There are many stocks here, so I have drawn them with a red pen."

Song Meiqin said as she opened one of the pages, which were densely marked with red characters, but they were all old goods that had been in stock for a long time.

These old goods, like the mousse before, were all useless goods that were saved in their early years and were not very popular.

Seeing that his son was watching seriously, it was just the meal time. Song Meiqin saw that the others in the office went out and called him in: "Son, look slowly, mom will go get you food."

Seeing Song Meiqin take out the aluminum box from the drawer, this couldn't help but touch Zhang Xu's heart.

When I was a child, my mother would prepare lunch for him every time before going to work.

The same aluminum box, some rice and some sausages, he ate more delicious than anyone else.

It’s just a pity that my mother seems to be no longer the same mother as before.

Seeing the other person's back disappear at the door, Zhang Xu came to his senses and immediately turned the inventory book behind.

All the records here are some unsold fabrics.

Although the clothes of the supply and marketing cooperative are expensive, the fabric is very affordable.

This type of necessities is like rice, grain and oil. It requires a lot of people. The inbound and delivery cycle is short, so the price will naturally be lower.

There are not many red characters here, but some are also some.

Of course, he would not directly mark the red for those things with excessive inventory.

He still has the principle.

After writing down all the red fabrics, Zhang Xu got up and left the office.

Not long after, Song Meiqin came back after hot meals.

"Son, this is your favorite sausage. Today, Mom gives you more..." Looking at the empty seat, Song Meiqin felt disappointed when she knew her son was gone: "Mom gave you more and more."

Looking down at the row of sausages lying in the aluminum lunch box, Song Meiqin couldn't help but feel sore in her nose.

......

After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative and getting on the 28th squad, Zhang Xu rushed to the north pedestrian street.

Pedestrian streets seem to be the symbol of every city.

The Pedestrian Street in Guancheng City is right at the entrance of Chenghuang Temple.

There are usually no people during the day, and most of the people come here to find a restaurant to have a bite.

Only at night do the stalls on both sides look a little bit.

Seeing the goods piled up on the side of the road with rain cloth, Zhang Xu realized that he had arrived too early.

I passed along the street, and there were many shops along the side, but there were many restaurants. I finally found a clothing store, and when I went in, I found it was a tailor shop.

The house is dark, and the walls are hung with clothes that are more popular in this era.

Flag-bottom pants, bat shirt, sea soul shirt...

These are all things in memory, but now it seems to be nostalgic.

The boss listened to the sound outside and found it. He put a pair of thick glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Zhang Xu carefully: "Comrade, come and make clothes?"

"have a look."

"So, then look, what you need to do? Tell me, I have all the styles."

"Can the Hong Kong typhoon be done?" Zhang Xu was straightforward.

Seeing this, the boss smiled and said, "As long as you have photos, I dare not say that it will be 100% restored, 80% of them will be fine."

Looking at the boss's confident look, Zhang Xu laughed in his heart. It was this mixed era. Anyone who dared to say this would probably be sued by others to lose everything.

“Contract labor and materials?”

“There are all, the prices are different.”

“Are there any work clothes?”

"Some, some." The boss said as he opened the curtain. There was a shelf inside, and all the work clothes that were popular nowadays were hung.

Braggy?

Braggie's work clothes have become popular since the 1960s and are still mainstream.

Zhang Xu looked around, but he didn't find what he wanted, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Jesans, are there?"

"Jesse?" The boss was stunned, and he didn't seem to expect him to ask this: "Young man, don't joke about me, jeans, we don't have them."

Listening to the other party's words, Zhang Xu frowned slightly.

Jeans were hailed as the evil work pants of capitalism in their early years, and there were boycotts in China.

Even some Cantonese songs at that time were full of hatred for it.

——Putting up (wearing up) jeans is equivalent to recognizing the American emperor as his godfather (godfather).

But in the 1980s, it was logically the case that it had already started to become popular.

"You're not doing this?"

"Who did it for you to wear it? Isn't this a smashing of your own signature?" The boss continued with a smile: "There are some of the big cities on the other side of the port, but they have also been imported and earned capitalist money. It's just a matter of seriousness. Who can wear that thing?"
Chapter completed!