Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Wan Feng was also wondering. From the time he started his business, whether it was selling popsicles, fish, or even melons, everything went smoothly. How could it be impossible to sell clothes?

Can I only sell imported goods? Could it be that there is a gene for food in the bones?

Don't you be greedy?

After thinking about it, Wan Feng raised a question: Is it because he is a child?

Although he is almost 1.5 meters tall now, his appearance is obviously still a teenager.

It is true that a teenager selling clothes is a bit different in the eyes of an adult. Changing Xia's wife to try it may have unexpected results.

Wanfeng retreated to the sidewalk.

"Sister-in-law, come up and try."

Xin Li was a little flustered: "Ah, can I do it?"

"You can just ask like I did just now. Don't lose face. It's not okay to do business without a face. I think your selling effect must be better than mine."

As the saying goes, changing hands is like changing a knife, and changing an adult may be more effective.

Wan Feng took out another red child's dress from his backpack and handed it to Xin Li along with the pants in his hand.

Xin Li had a pair of trousers on her left arm and a child's clothing in her right hand. She stood by the side of the road for a moment in confusion.

This is the first time she has appeared on the street selling things in more than 30 years, and she always feels that the eyes of people on the street are pierced like needles on her body.

She looked back at Wanfeng like asking for help.

"Take a deep breath and relax. Don't look at many people looking at you. In fact, no one knows you afterwards. It's just a change of roles just like when you go to a store to buy things. There is nothing to be embarrassed about, it will definitely work."

Wan Feng encouraged Xin Li.

Xin Li took a deep breath, and she felt her heartbeat slow down.

Just when she was about to pluck up the courage to ask a woman passing by, a woman not far away uttered a hey.

"Hey, eldest sister, where did you buy the kid's clothes? This style is really beautiful."

This is a woman who looks a little younger than Xinli, with an empty cloth pocket hanging from her arms.

For Xin Li, this voice is simply a universal Sanskrit, helping people out.

She immediately sorted out her feelings and organized her language.

"Sister, these clothes are not sold on the market. They are designed and processed by myself. It costs two yuan a piece. Look at it."

Hearing that the woman was surprised: "Did you design and process it yourself?"

"That's it. I work in a textile printing and dyeing factory. I got sick and retired. I couldn't live my life when I had nothing to do at home. When I was forced to think about making some clothes and selling them, I just wanted to eat. Look, sister, the quality is guaranteed."

Wan Feng was dumbfounded behind Xin Li, a genius, a natural trader.

Selling Qinghuaibo Sympathy This thing has a market no matter what year and generation, and it is also very practical.

People's subconsciousness always has a kind of compassion, especially in the 1980s, this kind of psychology is still quite common, Bo sympathy is to use people's this kind of psychology.

When Xin Li said that, the woman really came to Xin Li and stretched out her hand to play with the child's clothes, looking at the workmanship.

"Does this school start? I want to buy a new dress for my daughter, but the styles in the store are always so different, and it's very expensive."

"It's okay to buy clothes for the children. We adults should work harder, but we can't suffer the children. When we get to school, we can't make the children feel lower." Xin Li echoed, as if two housewives were short in the head of the family.

"The style of your clothes is very thoughtful to me. My daughter is in the second grade, and now she is nine years old. I don't know if she wears it? I feel a bit older."

"My clothes can be worn from the age of seven or eight to twelve or thirteen. If you are older, it will be cold. If you are older, it will be warmer and you can wear it for two more years. If you have a smaller one, you can go down. Wear, there are other styles and colors in my bag, would you like to see?"

"There are other designs?"

Xin Li opened the backpack and took out a few more children's costumes.

The woman was a little dazzled.

"Wow! There are embroidered patterns on this dress. This is good, this is good, they are all beautiful, they are all beautiful! I really want to buy them all, alas! I want this chest to be embroidered. What kind of embroidered dog?"

Wan Feng stretched his head and saw that the pattern embroidered on the chest of the children's clothing was a husky with a tilted head, with a fierce look on his face.

"Sister, this dog is a bit fierce. Why don't you change this panda? How cute a panda is."

"If you want it, you want it, it's better to be fierce, and it's better to be fierce! Save others' children to bully."

Huskies on a suit are not bullied by others?

If a woman knows that huskies are just scary on the outside, then **** is not what she thinks in her heart.

The woman took out two dollars and gave it to Xin Li, carefully folded her clothes into a cloth bag she carried and left happily.

Xin Li was in a daze with two dollars, is this going to be sold?

"Brother, I sell one."

Anyway, it opened.

"Sister-in-law, just follow this way. That's how trading is done. You will sell better if you trade more in exchange for sympathy."

"Sell feelings?"

"Just put yourself a bit miserable, the more miserable the better, the more sympathy you will get, and customers will pay to comfort your injured heart."

Xin Li smiled silently, this little brother's head is really different from others.

The success of this sale gave Xin Li great confidence, and Xin Li was obviously more confident.

"Sister, don't you buy pants and children's clothes? Two yuan a piece, absolutely cheap."

"Big brother, don't you want to buy pants? Two yuan a piece, you are guaranteed to wear it properly."

"Actually, I can't do anything about this. I have retired. My man has a broken leg and is lying on the kang at home. There are two children underneath and two older ones on top.

Xin Li is indeed a genius in doing business, and she has grafted He Yanhua's experience to herself without any sense of disobedience.

Although there is no such thing as a market, but one or one piece is sold every three to five. By ten o'clock, Xin Li sold four pairs of trousers and four children's clothes.

This result is already quite gorgeous.

"Sister-in-law, we should move to another place. We can't stay in the same place all the time."

"Where to go?"

"Is there a bigger factory nearby with more female workers?"

Xin Li thought for a moment: "Except for the fact that we have more female workers in our textile printing and dyeing factory~www.ltnovel.com~, there are probably more female workers in the winery."

Are there many women workers in the winery? What is this phenomenon?

The Red Cliff Winery is still very famous in this area, and the Chenxiang produced by them is quite well-known within a radius of three hundred miles.

"Why are there so many women workers in the winery?"

"If there are a lot of male workers, the wine they drank in a year would be an old nose."

This explanation is a bit nonsensical, but it is also reasonable.

"Then go to the winery."

The winery is still northwest of the Second Department Store, on the side of the road from Nandapo to Miaoling. There is a mottled gate on the gate with the signboard of Hongya County Winery in large characters.

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