Accidentally Born in the ‘60s: 112. Make a fortune

"One hundred copies?" The staff at the post office were startled, all of them were very confused, and one of them even scratched his ears: "Auntie, how many newspapers do you want?"

"One hundred copies!" Mrs. Li took out a handkerchief from her pocket, and it seemed that she was about to count the money. The staff member couldn't help but persuaded: "Auntie, this hundred copies of newspapers are not enough. It's cheap, if you want to paste the wall, you don't need to buy new ones, go to the scrap collection station to buy old newspapers, a dime is a few pounds."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Li took out a stack of Great Unity from her handkerchief and patted it on the counter: "Is one hundred yuan enough to buy one hundred newspapers?"

This time, even the older staff member was stunned. You said you already have a hundred dollars, why don't you have a wallet? Would you like to wear a handkerchief? How much this affects our judgment!

Mr. Li looked at a group of people looking at herself in a daze, and couldn't help patted the counter: "What are you looking at, hurry up and count the newspapers for me? Why don't you have enough money? Not enough for me to go home and get it."

"Enough is enough." The staff left a big solidarity, and quickly put the rest back into Mrs. Li's hands: "Take it, don't let the wind blow away." He told the young man next to him Going to count the newspapers, I watched Mrs. Li put her wallet back into her pocket with a handkerchief: "I said, aunt, if you bring so much money out and let the child give you the whole wallet, how easy is it to lose it?"

"That's impossible." Mrs. Li took out a pin and pinned her trousers pocket: "The purse can't fit in the pocket, how good is my handkerchief, I've used it to wrap money all my life and never have it? Dropped a point."

The Hua Guo Daily was delivered at 6:00 in the morning, and the package had not been opened yet. The package was exactly 100 copies. After the young man brought it, his hands were red with the rope. He put the newspaper on the counter and couldn't bear it. Zhu asked, "I said, aunt, why are you buying so many newspapers? Although we don't want tickets or anything, no one has ever bought so many newspapers at one time."

As soon as Mrs. Li heard this, her smiling eyes narrowed. She patted a stack of newspapers and showed herself proudly: "My granddaughter's article was published here."

The staff was startled: "Really, this is amazing, how old is your granddaughter?"

"Twenty-two, graduated from Imperial College, my granddaughter was the first every year when she went to college." As soon as Mrs. Li talked about Zhen Zhen, she started talking: "I tell you, my granddaughter may Be patient, if you study well, you will look good, you can hunt, but you have the energy, you can kick over a wild boar with one kick.”

The young man who was still obsessed just now suddenly woke up as if he had been splashed with cold water. He didn't believe that a girl who could kick over a wild boar could look good, so she couldn't be like female Li Kui.

A slightly older staff member took out a copy from the Huaguo Daily scattered next to him and put it in front of Mrs. Li: "Auntie, which manuscript was written by your granddaughter? Point it out to us, we will also I don't know anyone who can publish articles from newspapers."

Mrs. Li can't read at all. She squinted and turned two pages and pushed the newspaper back: "I don't have reading glasses, you can find it for me. My granddaughter's name is Li Mingzhen."

There are many articles on the front page. The staff turned to the second page after a glance, and their eyes fell on the headlines. The three words of Li Mingzhen came into view: "Here." He pointed to it. Show her name to Mrs. Li: "Is Auntie tomorrow's Ming, the grass-headed Zhen?"

Old Mrs. Li took a look and nodded excitedly: "That's it, my eldest granddaughter, Li Mingzhen!"

"Just make sure it's correct." The elderly staff patted the young man next to him: "This newspaper is too heavy, you can help aunt take it home."

Old Li's family has never subscribed to a newspaper, and Mrs. Li didn't expect a hundred newspapers to be so heavy, so she didn't push it away, but nodded cheerfully: "I'll trouble you, young man." The young man put the bicycle Pushed it out, a hundred newspapers were tied directly to the back seat.

The post office is not far from Lao Li's house. After entering the alley and bypassing Beiyang Lake, Mrs. Li pushed open the door of her own courtyard and instructed the young man to move the newspaper to her house.

Wang Sufen was mopping the floor when she saw a young man put a thick stack of newspapers on the table, she couldn't help but raised her head and asked, "What is this?"

"Newspaper." Mrs. Li said happily: "There is a manuscript of Zhen Zhen on it, I bought a hundred copies."

Wang Sufen was also very happy to hear that there was a daughter's article, but the number of purchases was a bit too much: "No, Mom, why do you buy 100 copies? Just buy one and keep it."

"What if it breaks?" Mrs. Li glared at her: "I'll keep some more, and each of Zhen Zhen's children and grandchildren will share it in the future."

Wang Sufen couldn't help shivering after thinking about such a scene: "But Zhen Zhen is doing the work of a reporter, and if you can't keep publishing manuscripts in the future, then you can still buy 100 copies every time? "

Mr. Li fell into deep thought when she heard the words, the young man wiped his sweat and couldn't help giving Mrs. Li an idea: "Mother, you can make it in the form of a briefing paper, just cut out the article about your granddaughter and paste it. In the book, it's not easy to lose it, not to mention it's not easy to break, just make two or three copies and keep it for your family."

"The young man is smart." Mrs. Li patted him on the shoulder: "Just do as you said, and I'll ask my grandson to give me a briefing later."

Wang Sufen saw that the young man was a good man, so he took him to wash his hands because of the ashes he had used to move newspapers for his family. When he returned to the house, Mrs. Li brought a plate of cut melons for him to eat: " I grow it in my garden, can you try it?"

As soon as the young man was about to shirk away, Mrs. Li shoved the plate into his hand forcefully: "Eat, I've already come to my aunt's house, and I can't eat any fruit. Hurry up and eat this melon last night. I got cold in the well, and it's good to eat now."

The young man pushed the car all the way and was sweating profusely. He saw the cold air on the melon and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and took a bite. The cool and sweet taste made him feel more Don't care about anything else, after eating one piece, I can't wait to reach for the second piece.

Wang Sufen took out a photo album from a cabinet and handed it to Mrs. Li: "Mother, you said that day you wanted to reprint the photo of Zhen Zhen, but Junjie sent this photo album just after you left the house in the morning. , all the photos you want are inside."

Mrs. Li flipped through the photos and saw that they were full of photos of Zhen Zhen. Seeing that the thickness of the album had to be a hundred or so, she put on reading glasses, and Mrs. Li looked at the photos with joy: "My family Zhen Zhen. Zhen looks good, and the photos taken are also beautiful."

The guy at the post office was curious about what the girl who could kick over a wild boar looked like. He couldn't help but stretched out his neck and took a look. He accidentally swallowed a large piece of the melon in his mouth. This girl is too tall It's good-looking, this looks doesn't follow the old lady.

"Big... milk..." The young man just wanted to call his aunt, but he felt that he was out of seniority, so he changed his words abruptly: "Grandma, is this your granddaughter?"

"Yeah." Mrs. Li nodded without taking her eyes off the photo: "He's handsome."

"It's quite handsome." The young man's eyes brightened, he brought the melon to Mrs. Li with a flattering smile: "Grandma, I remember you said at the post office that your granddaughter just graduated from college at the age of twenty-two. , Well, does she have a partner?"

"Yes." Mrs. Li turned to a group photo of Zhen Zhen and Xi Junjie and pointed it to him: "This is my granddaughter's object, and they will get married in two months."

Looking at the handsome young man in the photo, the young man immediately looked like a defeated rooster, put down his plate and walked out dejected.

Mr. Li looked up at him and said, "I'm leaving now? Zhen Zhen, motherfucker, bring me a few melons for this guy to eat for the people at the post office. The people at the post office are all good and help me. Looking for an article."

Wang Sufen responded, put six melons in a bag, stuffed it in the young man's hand, and sent him out.

The young man went back to the post office in despair and handed the bag containing the melons to the master.

"What's the matter? What's wrong with sending a newspaper?"

The young man showed a smile that was even uglier than crying: "The girl who kicked the pig is old and beautiful, but she has a partner. Master, I am lost in love."

The elderly staff scratched their heads: "This is a mess. Why don't you give me a newspaper to give me a broken love? When did you fall in love?"

The young man is heartbroken: "I just fell in love with a crush half a minute ago."

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Hua Guoshe, Li Mingzhen was reading the manuscript she wrote while holding the newspaper. She even took out the original manuscript for comparison, focusing on marking the parts that Yu Shoujing revised, and pondering on her own.

Yu Shoujing still appreciates this kind of young man who is spiritual and willing to endure hardships. Li Mingzhen's quick-to-read manuscripts are of high quality, so Yu Shoujing takes her with him when he goes out for interviews. , you are only responsible for modification. After such training, Zhen Zhen quickly became the first one among the group of graduates who got the official press card and work card.

The interview days were hectic and busy, and other matters were left to Sun Rende and Wang Xinzhi to take care of. After more than half a month, the People's Garment Factory finally finished 10,000 pieces of "lucky shirts" on time under the condition of rushing to work.

After receiving the payment, Si Yaren, the factory director of the People's Garment Factory, trembled with joy. With the balance of the workers' wages for the past two months, there is no need to worry. Looking at the young man in front of him, Si Yaren looked like he saw the God of Wealth, his eyes lit up: "Director Wang, do you have any new styles of clothes you want us to produce? You can rest assured of the quality. The family is the largest garment factory in the imperial capital, a serious state-owned enterprise.”

Wang Xinzhi said hello to Zhen Zhen before he came to receive the goods this time, so he prepared two photos: "Can sweaters be produced?"

"Sweater?" Si Yaren took Wang Xinzhi's photo with a puzzled face: "Aren't sweaters now knitted by their own old ladies?"

These two photos are photos developed by Wang Xinzhi's friends from the video captured by the TV station. They are also the styles that are about to become popular. They are both brought by the TV series "Blood Suspicion".

"If it can be produced, I would like 5,000 pieces. In addition to this kind of sportswear, I would order 10,000 pieces." Wang Xinzhi indifferently handed over another design drawing: "It's the same as last time, prepaid Half the deposit, but all three shipments have to be delivered before the fall."

Si Yaren made a quick calculation. Although the construction period is relatively tight, if he wants to win this business, let alone pay wages, he will have all the money for the subsequent purchase of fabrics.

He gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, I agree."

Wang Xinzhi took out the prepared contract from the bag: "I have the contract ready, do you think we have set a price?"

Half an hour later, Wang Xinzhi left the People's Garment Factory. The accountant looked at the table full of Qian Le and couldn't close his mouth. Si Yaren scolded him with a smile: "Don't just smirk, hurry up and inform the Purchasing Department. We have to catch up with the construction period to get the raw materials, don’t forget that there will be a 1% late fee if the delivery is one day late.”

Zhen Zhen asked Wang Xinzhi to put the "Lucky Shirt" into an empty warehouse of the furniture factory. Two days later, "Blood Doubt" was finally broadcast in Zhen Zhen's eagerly awaited broadcast. There are not as many TV stations today as in later generations. Usually, the common people only watch Huaguo TV. They can watch whatever Huaguo TV is doing, and they have no choice.

A week after the TV series was released, the expected craze finally appeared. Whether Zhen Zhen is eating breakfast on the street or listening to her colleagues chatting at work, 80% of them are in this TV series, and some discuss the plot and some endure it Can't stop sighing: "Why do people wear so good-looking clothes?"

Zhen Zhen smiled faintly and distributed nine thousand pieces of lucky shirts to her five stores all over the country, and the remaining one thousand pieces were put in Osmanthus' clothing store. She couldn't make money without her sister-in-law.

In the past, Zhen Zhen went to school and didn't give much thought to her five clothing stores. After calculating the profit, she set the lowest price for each piece of clothing. Pay as much as you sell, and some are stuck at the lowest price. Since her styles are the most popular styles in Guangdong Province and Hong Kong Island, she is at the forefront of fashion. Now these stores have become bigger and bigger.

Zhen Zhen expanded the store again at the beginning of this year, and also set new rules for each store to recruit new clerks. From now on, every garment in the store will be clearly marked with a price. The store will not haggle or negotiate the price, and the clerk will sell the clothes. There is a commission, and another employee with strong management ability is selected as the store manager, and the total commission of the entire store's operating income is taken.

In this day and age, although televisions are still a luxury item, there is always one in a dozen households that has one. The house with TV is the most lively place in the night. The neighbors and relatives bring their own benches with some melon seeds or two melons to watch TV. A dozen or 20 people crowd the house. Some people even move the TV directly to the courtyard to watch.

These clerks basically watched the TV series "Blood Doubt" at their neighbor's house, and discussed the plot together during the day when there were no customers. When Zhen Zhen took out the batch of clothes, the female shop assistants suddenly screamed, each one pulled out one piece and compared it to her body.

Zhen Zhen glanced at them, took a label, and wrote the name and price of this short-sleeved shirt with a pen: "Sachizi Shirt" Price: 25 yuan.

This price is basically equal to half a month's salary for a young female. For example, the basic salary of these female shop assistants is only 20 yuan. The rest are based on performance commissions. They watched Zhen Zhen put the price tag on it. , They were hesitant to look at the clothes in their hands, but they felt reluctant to put them back. This is the clothes the heroine wears in the TV series.

The store manager's income is higher. She stood in front of the mirror with the clothes for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and tried on the clothes. She had short hair similar to Sachiko. Like a star, the other clerks no longer hesitated when they saw it, and they all rushed to the fitting room one by one.

Although the store manager is five years older than Zhen Zhen, but she is standing in front of Zhen Zhen, like a child meeting her elders, she always unconsciously wants to bow her head: "Boss, I didn't bring so much money today, you see Can I get dressed tomorrow and then bring the money in?"

The clerk wearing the "Sachiko shirt" was originally an advertising promotion, Zhen Zhen nodded: "It's enough to have a lot of money when the account is checked at the end of the month."

The store manager nodded immediately: "You can rest assured." Then he hurriedly counted the remaining "Sachiko shirts" and signed Zhen Zhen's purchase order. She took out ten "Sachiko shirts" and hung them up, changed clothes for the models in the window, and wrote a large advertisement and posted it outside the door.

When it was time to get off work, a female employee passed by the fashion store and glanced in subconsciously. She happened to see the "Sachiko shirt" worn by the model in the window. She got off the bicycle and locked it and ran into the store. Before I could breathe, I smelled: "How much is that dress Sachiko is wearing?"

A person who bought a factory knows that in just two or three days, several boutiques are full of customers. The clerks have been working according to the division of labor. Some are responsible for billing and some are responsible for trying clothes. Yes, there is another one who stands at a high place to see if there is any entrainment. The sales scene is not very popular.

I have to say that Zhen Zhen has seized the best opportunity to gain popularity. This is the hottest time for TV dramas, but all the girls who watch TV are more excited. Of course, there are also some clothing factories that are excited, but it will take at least one and a half months from proofing to mass production to the final listing. At that time, the weather is cold and who will buy a half-sleeve shirt.

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Si Yaren of the People's Garment Factory took the workers to eat and live in the factory in order to meet orders for sweaters and coats. After going home for half a month to take a bath and shave her head, she saw his daughter Si Jingyi wearing a familiar dress clothes came in from outside.

Si Yaren called her over, looked at the embroidery on the clothes and the logo on the back of the neck, and determined that this was the batch ordered by Wang Xinzhi from his factory: "Yo, this clothes can really be sold? It's good to have our old white shirt." Si Yaren took a sip of tea and asked casually, "How much did you buy it for? Two or three dollars?"

"Two or three dollars?" Si Jingyi raised her voice: "You are still the director of a garment factory, what kind of eyes do you have? I told you that your price is not enough for a fraction of my clothes, and this clothes sells for two Fifteen, no price yet."

"How much?" Si Yaren jumped up from the sofa, the tea spilled from the cup, he hurriedly put down the tea cup and jumped while rubbing his thighs.

"Aiya, Dad, please slow down." Si Jingyi took a cool towel to help him cover his leg, Si Yaren felt that the pain in his leg was less so, and pulled his daughter over: "How much do you say about this dress? money?"

"Twenty-five? What's wrong?" Si Jingyi saw Si Yaren's face getting darker and darker, and her voice immediately dropped an octave: "Dad, I know this dress is a bit expensive, but the quality is really good. Look at you."

Si Yaren almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, but he glanced at Si Jingyi angrily: "I don't know if the quality of the clothes is good, this is what our factory produces."

Si Jingyi sneered and sat timidly next to Si Yaren: "The main style is good, it's exactly the same as the heroine's clothes in the TV series "Blood Doubt". I just grabbed it with great effort." Seeing that Si Yaren's face was still ugly, Si Jingyi suddenly slapped her thigh: "Oh, if you know that your factory made it, I'll ask you to bring me one. , buying from your factory can be a buck or two cheaper than buying from outside?"

Si Yaren doesn't even want to say a word, what is cheap one or two yuan, my clothes are sold for less than two yuan a piece. Thinking about his own 1/3 and other people's 25, Si Yaren thumped his chest and couldn't wait to look up to the sky and scream: "How can you sell so much money? A half-sleeve?" His eyes fell on his daughter, and he was even less angry: "What about you, two hundred and five! You have money to burn, don't you panic? Spend twenty-five on a short-sleeved shirt, this money It's worth half a month's salary, and if it's winter, it's enough to make a jacket and trousers!"

Si Jingyi couldn't help rolling her eyes: "Who still wears a big padded jacket and two padded pants? Besides, I'm not willing to buy a beautiful dress after making money? You're not urging me to find one all day long. A match? If I don't dress up, how can I find a good match?"

Si Yaren didn't want to say anything, and waved his hand to signal Si Jingyi to get out of the way. Si Jingyi stuck out her tongue, and just took two steps, she couldn't help but came back and asked, "Dad, where did you come from? How much does your factory buy one? If it's cheap, I want to buy another one for replacement."

Si Yaren's heart is cold, but remembering the terms of the contract, he still shut up and didn't say the number. Waved his hands tiredly, Si Yaren went back to the room and lay on the bed, but he couldn't understand how he thought about it: the same material and the same workmanship, he couldn't sell one piece for one dollar, but someone else could sell it for twenty if he changed the style. Fifth, is this formula so important? So what kind of style can be sold at a high price?

Si Yaren was thinking about life in bed, while Zhen Zhen earned more than 200,000 yuan in just one month with a short-sleeved shirt, and the other clothes that were sold were not counted. Count, when Sachiko's shirts were sold out, the Mitsuo sweater and the beige jacket worn by Sachiko were hung in the store again. The shop assistants were a little murmured when they saw that the quantity of goods was half less than last time, but it was only after half of the sales that they saw that other houses had similar styles, and then they understood. Two months later, a book on knitting of Guangfu sweaters appeared on the market. Many people who couldn't afford sweaters bought books and went home to knit by themselves, which became popular.

Although Zhen Zhen ordered fewer sweaters and jackets than short-sleeved shirts this time, because sweaters and jackets are expensive, so Zhen Zhen made more money than Sachizi shirts this time. , Zhen Zhen has already earned 500,000 from this.

Si Yaren was originally excited about winning a big order, but after going to the market a few times, he began to feel downcast. Not only did the clothes that follow the trend sell well, but also the 10,000 sets of sportswear that Wang Xinzhi made alone are also selling very well. Si Yaren noticed that young men and women on the street seemed to like to wear a sportswear over their sweater, as if It's so chic to wear this.

Back to the office, Si Yaren thought about it for a few days, and finally picked up the phone and called Wang Xinzhi: "I said, Brother Wang, you are just a rake hand holding money. Selling a piece of clothing for ten or twenty times, were you not afraid of not being able to sell it?"

"Of course I'm not afraid, because I know what the market needs." Wang Xinzhi smiled lightly: "Actually, it's the director of the factory who has no bottom."

"Ah, yes, why do you think I can't figure out what people are thinking now?" Si Yaren thought that he had funds in the account and quickly bought a batch of flannel to make some coats or something, but In the past few days, the more he thought about it, the less he dared to buy it, for fear that the clothes he made would smash into his hands.

Sighing, Siya said in a negotiating tone: "Brother, help me think of a way, how can my factory become prosperous, not only for me, but also for the hundred or so workers waiting to eat What?"

Wang Xinzhi laughed: "Director, we are not cooperating once. To be offensive, you can't keep up with the current trend. If the factory is in your hands, it will close down sooner or later. If you really want to ask I want an idea, then I'll give you a suggestion, why don't you discuss it with your superiors and sell the factory to my boss, so that your factory can flourish."

"Your boss?" Si Yaren hesitated.

Wang Xinzhi chuckled: "I forgot to introduce myself. My other identity is the deputy director of Tengda Furniture Factory. The two clothes were just for our boss to make some pocket money. "

"Tengda Furniture Factory..." Si Yaren was a little ecstatic. He has been the old factory manager for so many years, and he naturally knows the past and present of Tengda Furniture Factory very well. Back then, the furniture factory closed down because of poor management and was bought by private individuals. As a result, it turned losses into profits in just a few months, and now it has become a leader in the Chinese furniture industry.

But...

Si Yaren was puzzled: "Is it related to making furniture and making clothes? Why does your boss want to buy everything?"

Wang Xinzhi smiled: "According to our boss's words, this is called rich and willful!"