The Pentium Era - South to North

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao were walking around the market. When they saw the clothes they were interested in, they walked into the stalls to take a look. Zhang Chen had been here for a few days before and learned some terms. Like them, they were empty-handed and had no trailer. When you walk into a stall with a fanny pack buckled in your waist, you should not ask what the price is, but how much does it cost to pack? How many colors and sizes?

The stall owner looked them up and down and immediately came over to greet them, "Boss, it's so early."

Or ask directly, boss, where are you from?

Xiao Zhao told him in Sichuan dialect that he was from Chaotianmen in Chongqing.

Some will directly tell them that we have customers in Chongqing, and others will invite them to sit down. This means that there are no customers in Chongqing, or there are customers in Chongqing, but the cooperation between the two parties is not very pleasant, and they want to change. This is to prepare for them. The posture of continuing to talk.

Xiao Zhao didn't dare to stay, so she smiled and said, "We just arrived, let's take a look around first."

Regardless of whether they have customers in Chongqing or not, they are all very polite to them. If they come with a smile, they will still have a smile when they leave. Zhang Chen knows that it is these two fish buns and Xiao Zhao’s Chongqing dialect that have the effect. .

Zhang Chen secretly chuckled in his heart.

They walked to a stall. Xiao Zhao pulled Zhang Chen and whispered to him: "Look, my dear."

Zhang Chen looked in the direction of Xiao Zhao's finger. Sure enough, he saw a stroller in the stall next to him, with the sunshade open in the gap behind the piles of clothes and the seated proprietress. .

Xiao Zhao pulled Zhang Chen in, and the two of them couldn't help laughing. They saw that the market was so noisy and the air was stuffy, but a baby in the stroller was sleeping soundly with a silicone pacifier in his mouth. .

Xiao Zhao raised his head and saw the landlady looking at him and smiling. Xiao Zhao also smiled at her and said to her, "How cute!"

The other party looked at Xiao Zhao up and down and said with a smile: "Boss, you have one too, right?"

Xiao Zhao nodded and blushed.

The two of them left the market. Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen said, "Did you see it?" It turned out that Sister Guihua was right, it could really be like this.

Liu Ligan nodded, thinking, Brother Haigen is the security captain of the market. If he and Sister Guihua said it was okay, then it must be okay.

The two of them came out too early in the morning and did not have breakfast. The snack stalls near the market were too crowded. Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao said that we should eat elsewhere.

Xiao Zhao said, let’s go to Huixing Road to eat Pianerchuan.

Zhang Chen looked at his watch. It was already ten past six. He rode to Huixing Road to eat noodles and then rode back to the Hongqi Hotel. It was probably almost seven o'clock. The person Xiao Zhao had to pick up today was Xiulian's class.

Xiao Zhao knew what Zhang Chen was thinking and told him, "It doesn't matter. I won't take over until 6:55 today, so I don't care about her."

Zhang Chen said yes.

It was only 6:40 when the two of them finished their noodles and rode back. Xiao Zhao kept telling Zhang Chen to slow down. Zhang Chen knew what she wanted to do, so he rode slowly until they reached the entrance of the Red Flag Hotel. It's past six-fifty.

The two of them walked in. When Xiulian saw them, she had a straight face with displeasure written all over her face. When Xiao Zhao walked to the door of the duty room, she threw a bunch of keys in her hand with a loud bang. On the table.

Xiao Zhao went in, smashed her bag on the table with a "bang" sound, like a demonstration, Xiulian seemed to be startled, she was startled for a moment, and looked at Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao's usually smiling face, today She remained calm and looked at Zhang Chen again. Zhang Chen didn't look at her, looking as if nothing had happened.

Xiulian picked up her bag and left without saying a word.

The two of them watched her figure disappear at the door, looked at each other, and laughed wherever they could still hold it in.

At seven o'clock in the morning, no one will come to the hotel, and the group of passengers who got up early to catch the bus have already left. It is too early to clean up, and it will disturb other people who are still sleeping in the store with their heads covered.

At this time, Xiao Zhao and his hotel staff were at their leisure. Xiao Zhao sat down, stretched out his left hand, and said to Zhang Chen:

"Here, you owe me your watch."

Zhang Chen took out a pen and started drawing on her wrist.

After drawing the watch and sitting for a while, passengers came to check out one after another. Zhang Chen helped Xiao Zhao mop the floor and tidy up the room. The busy work came to an end at almost ten o'clock. Zhang Chen rode his bicycle to the nearby post office. When withdrawing money, isn't their money stored in postal savings and has never been touched?

The annual stall fee ranged from 42,000 to 46,000. Zhang Chen didn't know if there would be other fees, so he simply took 50,000 and returned to the Red Flag Hotel.

Zhang Chen gave the money to Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao looked at him and said, now half of our money is gone. Zhang Chen hummed, and both of them felt panicked, feeling that they were making a huge gamble. .

"But we will make it back." Xiao Zhao stretched out his hand and held Zhang Chen's hand. Zhang Chen still nodded.

Having said that, the two people actually have no confidence in their hearts. They have never done business. They have bought clothes before, but they have never done this selling clothes, let alone never done it. Now, they can't even do it. I don’t know where the clothes for sale are, or where I should go to purchase them.

Both of them were silent, feeling a little uneasy in their hearts. Did they feel that their step was too big and too risky?

But if you don’t take risks, how can you get rich or get ahead? Money is not leaves. Anyone can pick them up walking on the street. Even if you pick up leaves, you have to get up early, otherwise, you will either be picked up by others or you will be picked up by others. Sweeped away by cleaners.

"Sister Guihua is right, there is nothing to be afraid of." Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen said.

Zhang Chen looked at Xiao Zhao and nodded. He was right. At worst, we will all lose money, and we will make more money.

Xiao Zhao laughed and said yes.

Zhang Chen also laughed,

Having said that, they feel that there is really nothing to be afraid of, even if they don’t have a penny, so what, they are young and have hands and feet, why can’t they support themselves?

"When we arrived in Hangzhou, the money was useless." Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen said, "What we used was all our own money."

Zhang Chen nodded. He knew what Xiao Zhao meant. It meant that the money was given by Gangzi, Meng Ping and Brother Tan. They all saved it. Even if they didn't have this money, they would still be alive today. ?

Just after twelve o'clock, Sister Guihua came and asked them if they had withdrawn the money?

Xiao Zhao said it was ready.

"Then you go over now, Hagen and the others won't take a break at noon." Sister Guihua said.

"But, it's not time for me to get off work here yet." Xiao Zhao said, "It's too late to go after get off work."

"Go on, go on, isn't there me here? There are good stalls, but if you don't wait for anyone, you will lose one if you take one. Hagen has three left for you to pick, but if people stare, he must There is nothing we can do, you go quickly." Sister Guihua said.

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao hurriedly left.

The market preparation office is in a row of simple houses next to the construction site.

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao found Hagen here. Hagen took them to the investment promotion office next door. In the investment promotion office, there was a large board with a floor plan of the market. On the floor plan, there were criss-crossing , are passages of different widths. On both sides of the passage, there are numbered small squares, which are stalls.

There were some small squares with a red five-pointed star on them. Hagen told them that these had been sold.

The entire market has a total of 362 stalls, of which 50 were allocated by their company and the leaders of the town and district. Hagen told them that the number of stalls allocated could only be 50 at most. It’s a tough one, I don’t dare to do more, and everything else must be open to investment.

Haigen looked at the confused looks on Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao's faces and said with a smile: "Everyone knows that the people who come to buy these stalls have basically never done business. The purpose of their buying is just to prepare for speculation. Stalls make money, but if there are too many people, the market will not be able to operate.

"We who work in the market still hope that the people we recruit are those who have been in the clothing business. These people have sources of goods and customers. When they come, they will bring their old customers over. This market will become popular in no time. .”

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao understood. Zhang Chen embarrassedly told Brother Haigen that we had never done business.

Hagen smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and told him, you can do it. When I went there later that day, the boss ladies told me that you could design their clothes with your feet. .

Zhang Chen's face turned red instantly. Xiao Zhao looked at them, wondering what they were talking about. She looked at Zhang Chen and then at Hagen. Hagen quickly changed the subject and said:

"The open invitation for investment will be on the 5th of next month. There are too many people who have signed up and paid deposits. More than 4,000 people have signed up for the remaining 312 stalls. By next month, there will be more."

"What should we do?" Zhang Chen asked.

"It's a lottery. Those who win will pay the booth fee. Those who don't win will have their deposit refunded."

Only then did Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao truly understand how precious the stall quota given to them by Hagen was.