Eighty's little daughter-in-law counterattacks life

Chapter 880. 880. Setting Up a Stall
880. Setting up a stall
Li Ming found out that the supplier of the garment factory was a man named Xie Ping. He found out about his home and went several times, but he never met him.

Jiang Tingting wanted to open the clothing store earlier, so she had to let go of this matter and go to the store first. The rent of a lively store with a lot of traffic is very expensive. For a store of 50 square meters, the monthly rent is about [-] yuan.

The monthly rent of 50 yuan is far beyond Jiang Tingting's imagination. He and his mother used to rent a house, and five yuan a month was considered expensive. Now this small store facing the street has to charge every 50 yuan per month, Jiang Tingting's liver hurts just thinking about it.

Seeing Jiang Tingting's reluctance, Li Ming said, "Tingting, why don't you rent a storefront and set up a street stall to sell it! There's no need to pay such an unreasonable amount of money."

Jiang Tingting said: "Set up a street stall? Not to mention the wind and the sun, what if it rains? And it's very troublesome to move around every day."

"Business is like this. It's very hard. Look at those who sell buns, steamed buns and fried dough sticks on the side of the road, who doesn't come and go in the wind and rain, but although it's hard work, they make money! Don't underestimate those who sell buns and steamed buns Yes, one month's income is the annual income of an ordinary worker!"

Jiang Tingting was surprised and said, "Really? You only earn a few cents for a steamed bun, but after a month, you can earn hundreds of dollars. I can't believe it."

"Of course it is true! Why am I lying to you? They make small profits but sell quickly! You pay attention to observe that they sell steamed buns, and people buy them all day long. There are several people waiting to buy them in front of the stall at any time. How many steamed buns will be sold by the end of the night."

Jiang Tingting thought about it for a while, and her confidence increased greatly. People can make a lot of money for a few cents for a bun, and she can make at least two yuan for selling a piece of clothing, so...

But Li Ming seemed to understand what she was thinking, and poured cold water on her: "Tingting, of course you can make more money selling clothes than selling steamed buns, but your clothes can't be as popular as selling steamed buns."

"That's true. Everyone can afford steamed buns for a dime, and three meals a day are necessities. If you miss a meal, you will feel hungry, so there are more people who buy steamed buns, and you can buy clothes. Don’t buy it, and a piece of clothing can be worn for a long time, unlike steamed buns that you need every day.”

Jiang Tingting shook her head, "I envy them, but I don't know how to make steamed buns, so I can only watch others make money."

"No matter what you do, there are gains and losses. As long as you do it well, you can make money in everything you do."

Jiang Tingting said: "Should I rent a store?"

"My suggestion is not to rent it for the time being. You can set up a street stall and sell it for a while. How many pieces of clothes do you have to sell to earn a rent of 50 yuan?"

This was the only way to go. Jiang Tingting went to get some goods, borrowed a tricycle from Li Ming, and rode the tricycle to a street stall in a crowded area to sell clothes.

It's one thing to imagine something, and quite another to actually do it.

Jiang Tingting set up a street stall in a crowded place, only to realize that she was squatting on the ground selling clothes in such a public manner, it was very awkward.

Especially when she saw a female classmate in the military academy before, the curious and surprised expression she looked at her made Jiang Tingting feel a little ashamed.

Before Jiang Tingting was only thinking about how to make money as soon as possible, but she never thought that if she ran into a former acquaintance when she was setting up a street stall, what would people think of her.

(End of this chapter)