Early the next morning, Liu Junhua's little brothers scattered and went outside the surrounding markets.

Everyone has not many pants in their hands.

Liu Junhua brought 9 pairs of jeans to the open space downstairs of Qunlin Market.

There are already many stalls here.

Liu Junhua was not in a hurry to set up a stall.

Instead, I started walking in the market.

There is a shopping mall on the first and second floors here, and there are dozens of residents on the upper floor.

As the largest clothing, textiles and household appliance sales mall near Chaotianmen Wharf, the daily traffic of people is not much worse than that of department stores.

Liu Junhua knew someone he worked in the management office and was already familiar with the people inside.

After going in to disperse a circle of cigarettes for the people in the management office, I found a vendor selling various jewelry on the street outside the market. I bargained for a while and bought a few electroplated chains for a price of 2 yuan per person.

I went to the management office to borrow a shelf for hanging clothes, hung up all the jeans as Liu Chunlai hung the chain yesterday, and then hung them on the clothes hanger.

He didn't shout and let the passers-by watch.

"Boss, how do you sell these pants?" A middle-aged woman wearing a plaid shirt, red bell-bottom pants, sunglasses, dyed burgundy short hair and explosively in an explosive style. She looked at the pants Liu Junhua was wearing and the shelf hanging next to her and asked for the price.

"Eighty-one! Wholesale discount, 72." Liu Junhua smiled, "Sister, look, the latest Hong Kong products can not only show off their figure, but also the soul of this pair of pants..."

When introducing, he also showed the pants he was wearing.

The pants have a good slim fit, especially when wearing thick-soled leather shoes, which makes Liu Junhua, who is already thin, look longer.

Especially the metal chain, it shone as it moved, attracting the attention of countless people.

"So expensive! Hong Kong goods are also thirty or forty yuan!"

The woman looked at Liu Junhua's pants and imagined how she looked wearing them.

"In this way, starting a business is 60 items. If you still think it is expensive, there is no way." Liu Junhua said with a painful face, "You know, this product is a new model, and it has been dozens of days on the road, and he suffered that on the train..."

The woman curled her lips and looked at the pants, she really liked them.

"40, I'll get one."

"Sister, this is really impossible to reduce, the cost is higher than this..." Liu Junhua looked sore and pretended to be gritting his teeth, "Or, 58? I'll open a photo..."

But Liu Junhua was not willing to sell it like this.

The woman didn't talk nonsense, she turned around and left.

"Come back, open a photo..."

So, the first transaction was completed.

Soon, another second business...

Shancheng Department Store.

This is the first state-owned department store in Shancheng after the founding of New China.

However, because the salesmen inside are all holding the country's iron rice bowl, their status is much higher than that of ordinary people, their eyes are on the top of their heads, and they are God's cognition without customers, and they also ignore customers.

Therefore, when buying clothing and textiles, people in Shancheng are more willing to go to the Qionglin Market.

However, there are many things that cannot be bought in the Qionglin market.

For example, Hong Kong goods or something.

On Sundays, people who don’t go to work naturally don’t want to stay at home. Even if they don’t buy things, it’s good to go out for a walk.

Nine o'clock.

The department store has increased.

The four second-rate men with explosive hair were everywhere on the joints of the mountain city, wearing toad glasses, wearing a tight shirt, and a pair of hard pants on their lower body. The flares of the trouser legs were a bit exaggerated, and they couldn't see any shoes they were wearing.

The one in the lead even carried a four-horn recorder.

The second-rate people on the streets dance at any time, regardless of the occasion.

Anyway, it's a weekend, so it's nice to watch the fun, and it's not too expensive.

So, outside the department store, before a few people could move, they slowly formed a circle.

The music of "Beat It" sounded.

Michael Jackson's brother has become popular in China with the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and the United States and the advancement of reform and opening up.

Most of the people who listen to these songs are young people.

The four people, as the music sounded, started with mechanical dances, uniform and received applause and screams from the onlookers from time to time.

Mechanical dance and space dance are older, and I don’t like it very much.

Even many young people jumped up.

"Brother, where did you buy these pants?" After dancing two songs in a row, someone finally asked after Wu Erwa and others stopped.

He was wearing bell-bottom pants as well.

But that was just modified from ordinary pants. The material was too soft and it didn't look good when you jumped.

"Yes, these pants look so good, I want to buy a pair of them too..." A girl looked at the white bell-bottom pants on her body, and she really felt that the people in front of her had metal chains hanging, with a slim upper part and a more straighter pants on the lower part.

Seeing many people asking, Wu Erwa signaled a young man.

"The latest Hong Kong product, Chunyu brand denim bell-bottom pants, today's special offer, only 30 items!"

"Give me one!"

"Give me one!"

I originally liked it, but when I heard that Hong Kong goods were only 30 yuan. As long as I put it on, I would become the most charming and most eye-catching person on the streets of the mountain city. I would be a fool if I didn’t buy it!

So, the looting happened again.

Fortunately, Wu Erwa and others were prepared for this kind of thing.

"Don't grab it! Queue! Come one by one..."

The two of them blocked the people surrounding him, Wu Erwa collected the money, and one of them handed over his pants.

In the department store, a salesperson found a crowd surrounding him.

But he just poked his head out and looked at it, but did not come up to drive it away.

"What's going on outside?" The department store manager inspected the building upstairs. Hearing the noise outside, he came down and asked the salesperson at the door with a dark face.

"At the beginning, a few second-rate guys were dancing, but now they seem to be selling pants... Manager, should you please drive them away?" After explaining, the salesperson looked outside and asked the manager if he wanted to drive these second-rate guys away.

The manager walked to the door and stood on the steps at the gate, and could see what was inside.

Then he just curled his lips and ignored the outside.

As a state-owned department store, who is going to argue with those second-rate people who practice stalls?

Usually there are stalls outside, and the industry, commerce or public security will see them, otherwise they will chase people away.

"It's gone... Everyone waited, I'll ask someone to go to People's Park to see if there are any goods..."

Wu Erwa didn't expect that he would sell them all in just a moment.

Hurry up and let one of his men go to the People's Park and take the 22 pairs of pants over there.

"Why are you here? Where are your pants? Hurry up, there are still many people waiting there..."

"There are no goods, they are sold out! Let's come here to get the goods..."

Those who come here are angry and are out of breath.

All sold out!

"So quickly? Let's go find him and ask him to transfer goods soon!" Wu Erwa looked at the enthusiasm of the people and hurriedly slipped out of it.

"But where can we find him?"

Wu Erwa was also stunned when his subordinates reminded him.

I forgot to ask where the other person lived last night.

There was no choice but to run to Jiefangbei to wait for Liu Chunlai.

It's only 9:30 this time.

"Second brother, I'm 660 here. This is so easy to make. If I met Liu Chunlai early, we might have become a household of 10,000 yuan!" Yang Xiaole, who was in charge of the People's Park, handed the 660 yuan in his hand to Wu Erwa.

The great black unity is a thick stack.

"Yes! Unfortunately, there are too few goods. If it weren't for Liu Junhua, we could make more..."

The few of them looked excited.

In the past, I had to make small fuss, but when I went back, I had to be beaten by my mother and the neighbors around me.

The key is that no one is willing to give them goods when they have no capital.

So I can't make a lot of money at all.

"If we were at a cost price of 15, each of us would be able to divide it into seventy or eighty!"

Double the profit!

"Don't rush to tell me what Liu Chunlai said." Wu Erwa is not stupid.

Maybe Liu Chunlai is testing them.

"When you have money in the future, let's buy the Jiefang Monument..." Yang Xiaole looked around and suddenly spoke.

“…”

The others had a black head.

MMP, I only earned a few hundred yuan, but I dared to think about it.
Chapter completed!