The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 65 The Accumulation of Primitive Capital

How much is this button?

Gao Qinghe pointed to the colorful and pretty buttons in the box and asked.

The middle-aged woman selling buttons answered with a smile, "One cent, five cents, ten cents, fifty cents, whichever you want?"

Gao Qinghe chose a round, transparent ball with a peony flower inside.

"What about this?"

Two for five cents.

Fearing Gao Qinghe might think it was too expensive, the woman explained, "These buttons were originally for export. They could sell for two or three dollars each overseas. Now you can get two for five cents, so there's hardly any profit left."

Gao Qinghe picked up the seashell-shaped one, "What about this one?"

"This one is cheaper, one cent each."

Although it's made of plastic, the paint finish is just like a real seashell, giving it a very high-quality look.

The other buttons are quite nice, with fine workmanship, and are similar to those used on high-end clothing in department stores.

In her previous life, Gao Qinghe didn't care at all about the things produced right in front of her home.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that the products made in the factory right in my neighborhood are so good.

Although the button factory is now in dire straits, in her memory, the button factory closed down several years later than the flour mill.

It seems that the new factory manager, after reading the news, decided to personally take the goods to a major southern city to participate in a clothing trade fair.

The large order secured at the meeting extended the button factory's lifespan by several years.

But that all happened after 91.

The new factory manager hasn't arrived yet.

Gao Qinghe suddenly remembered the newspaper she had read a couple of days ago.

She had just seen the term "clothing trade fair" in the newspaper.

"Give me twenty shell buckles," Gao Qinghe said.

Grandma should be able to use it when making clothes.

The woman wrapped the button in scrap paper and handed it to Gao Qinghe, saying, "Two cents."

Gao Qinghe paid the money and took the buttons back to the compound.

As soon as I entered, I went to find the newspaper I had read a couple of days ago.

"What are you looking for, sis?"

Gao Qingmiao, who was ironing clothes, asked in confusion.

"Where's my newspaper? The one I bought at the train station. Did you see it?"

Gao Qingmiao thought for a moment, put down the iron, went into her room, and found two newspapers tucked inside a pile of goods.

"Is it this one?"

Gao Qinghe took a look and, sure enough, saw the news about the Second Guangdong City Garment Fair.

She nodded happily, "This is it!"

"What good news makes you so happy?" Gao Qingmiao also came over to see.

Gao Qinghe pointed to the exhibition page, "The clothing exhibition will be held at the Yue City World Expo Plaza from April 1st to April 5th, lasting for five days."

Gao Qingmiao nodded. "And then?"

What does this have to do with them?
Gao Qinghe paused for only two seconds, then slammed the newspaper on the table and said, "I'm going!"

"Huh? Why aren't you surprised at all?"

Gao Qinghe then noticed that her silly younger brother was surprisingly calm.

Gao Qingmiao: "You're used to it, right? Even if you said you wanted to go to America, I think it would be perfectly normal."

Gao Qinghe kicked him in annoyance, "Get lost."

Gao Qingmiao quickly went to iron the clothes, calculating the time on her own.

"There are still ten days until April 1st. There haven't been many sunny days lately, and I don't know if I can sell all the clothes I have in this time. Oh, by the way, sis, how long does it take to get from here to Yue City?"

Gao Qinghe circled the entire exhibition page with a pen, noting that it was for "a whole day and night."

"Don't bother calculating, I'm going to go by myself. You stay here and set up your stall obediently."

This time, Gao Qingmiao was no longer calm.

What if something happens to my older sister if she goes out alone in such a chaotic situation?
Gao Qinghe: "Don't be nervous, it's not confirmed yet. I have to go to the button factory first."

"A button factory? Aren't you going to pick up the goods, sis?" Gao Qingmiao was even more confused. What did a button factory have to do with a clothing trade fair?
Gao Qinghe briefly explained the important role of a good button in garment production.

Gao Qingmiao only half understood.

"So, big sister, you're planning to help the button factory sell buttons?"

Gao Qinghe snapped her fingers. "Congratulations, you got it right!"

Do you know which step is the hardest to take if you want to make big money?

Gao Qingmiao shook her head.

Gao Qinghe said, "It is the accumulation of primitive capital."

"At the current pace of our street vending, it would take us more than half a year to earn our first 10,000 yuan."

"But if we're selling buttons, the time can be shortened to one month."

"Also, it's best not to put all your eggs in one basket."

"You've already figured out the process of setting up a street stall. Now, as long as you proceed steadily and choose the right products, you can maintain a stable income."

"And I, your sister, will go and forge a new path!"

Those who have been reborn know that there are many opportunities in this era.

But not everyone has the opportunity to ride the wave of opportunity.

Having no chance at all was one thing, but now an opportunity has suddenly appeared before her, and Gao Qinghe is determined not to let this opportunity slip through her fingers!
However, meeting with the leaders of the button factory who could make the final decision was a big problem for people like them who had no connections or background in the city.

"It'll be sunny tomorrow, let's set up the stall first."

Gao Qinghe quickly changed her mindset, dusted herself off, stood up, and prepared to iron clothes together.

Gao Qingmiao hurriedly shouted, "Stop! Go play by yourself!"

He couldn't afford to ruin a set of clothes with the hot iron.

Gao Qinghe shrugged: "Okay, then I'll go buy dinner."

Gao Qingmiao called out again, "Eating outside isn't clean. Go buy some groceries. You know how to buy groceries, right? I'll take out the chicken that Grandma cooked later, and we can heat it up for dinner."

After saying that, he became even more worried, so he turned off the iron and decided to go with Gao Qinghe.

Gao Qingmiao was bargaining with the elderly people at the vegetable market.

Gao Qinghe held the fried dough twists she had bought, stood in a clean spot, and ate them with great relish.

I occasionally remotely control my younger brother.

"I want to buy some soft tofu! I'm craving some."

Gao Qingmiao couldn't help but feel worried.

If Brother Jiang knew that his eldest sister was like this, would he want to break up with her?
After buying the groceries, the siblings headed home.

Gao Qingmiao instructed from the side: "I've already made arrangements with the vegetable vendor. Next time you come to buy vegetables, just tell him your name, and he'll select the prepared scallions, ginger, garlic, and vegetables before handing them to you."

Gao Qinghe: "I don't need to touch the mud, right?"

"Need not."

"What about the meat? It's so greasy, I don't want to touch it."

"It's already agreed that the butcher will help you choose the best ones, and you can choose how many kilograms you want."

"Oh, that's alright."

Back home, Gao Qingmiao rolled up her sleeves and got busy in the kitchen.

He doesn't actually cook often, but he has a boss at home, so he has to bite the bullet and do it.

Eating out for every meal was too expensive for him.

Vegetables in the city are expensive. Gao Qingmiao secretly planned that when she wasn't setting up her stall, she would dig up some soil from outside the city and plant some vegetables in her backyard, which would save her some money.

I'll make do for now, and every few days I'll go home and pick some vegetables from my own garden.

The young man, barely eighteen, started worrying about the family's food and drink like an old man.

Seeing Gao Qinghe eating and picking at food without any psychological burden.

Even the system couldn't help but feel sorry for Gao Qingmiao, this poor but excellent young man.

However, the fine young man whom it cherished silently took out paper and pen.

Write down each of my sister's suggestions for improvement.

system:【.】

(End of this chapter)