There were more and more unemployed young men and women in the society. On the way to school, Yang Dongxu suddenly saw something strange. A man and a woman not far away were wearing big bell-bottom pants.
This is the mainstream of fashionable clothing in the 1980s. If you carry a tape recorder on your shoulder, plug in the tape, play songs, dance forward, twist backwards, etc., then you are the most shameful fashion pioneer, and you will be surrounded by all kinds of envy, jealousy, and hatred. His gaze was even better than that of later generations driving a BMW.
Of course, this still lacks an artifact. Does Mike Harris know what it is? NBA basketball player? NO, NO, NO, if you say that in this day and age, you are too cowardly.
Do you know about Mike Harris’ toad mirror? Not to mention how handsome you are when you wear this, it is an absolute tool for picking up girls. If you don't wear toad glasses on the street, you will be embarrassed to talk to other girls.
Before his rebirth, Yang Dongxu had not participated in this kind of popularity. There was no way that the rural areas were too poor, and when something became popular in the rural areas, it was basically not too far away from being eliminated.
Now Yang Dongxu has the opportunity to get involved, but he doesn't want to get involved at all. Think about those pants, the stiffer and stiffer the better, the bigger the horns the better, the more spikes the better, of course the sharper the men's leather shoes the better, and Yang Dongxu, who still had to have a 'three-section head', shuddered.
If someone took a photo of this and kept it as a souvenir, and exposed it later, he would definitely be tempted to jump off the building. So he doesn't intend to get involved in these fashions. But some other things can be done.
For example, if you are a second-rate clothing dealer, or you can buy a batch of toad mirrors and sell them, you will definitely make money. As for radios and tapes, they also make money. However, the cost of this thing is too high, and the channels are not easy to find. It will be easier to wait until a few years later to get involved.
However, clothing channels and the toad mirror channels are also difficult to find, which makes Yang Dongxu feel a little headache. After all, he doesn't know any Hong Kong businessmen.
Yes, the fashion of the 1980s came from Hong Kong. As for where the fashion in Hong Kong came from, Yang Dongxu didn’t know. Therefore, if you want to sell these things, Hong Kong businessmen must find them. Of course, it would be good if you can find a clothing factory or an eyewear factory to copy them. This thing has no technical content.
While walking, thinking about these messy things, Yang Dongxu soon arrived home. When he returned home, he saw that Zhou Ya was gone and left a note asking him to go to the temple. Yang Dongxu scratched his head and didn't know what happened, so he turned around and walked towards the temple.
"What's wrong?" When they got to the small courtyard, they saw Zhou Ya and old man Xuan sitting in the courtyard in a daze and Yang Dongxu felt strange.
Without saying a word, Zhou Ya took out a large iron box next to him with a clatter and didn't know what it contained. When he opened it, there were banknotes of various denominations inside. Of course, the maximum face value is 10 yuan, because there are no one hundred and fifty yuan yet.
Lost money? It doesn't look like it. Although I haven't counted it carefully, at a quick glance, the ten-dollar ones are probably two or three hundred. For more than a week, to be precise, the cost of buying meat and flour in ten days seems to be only about It’s less than two hundred, and there’s still a lot of flour left in the kitchen.
So Yang Dongxu looked at Zhou Ya in confusion. In the past ten days, Zhou Ya was no longer as timid as when she first arrived. With sufficient nutrition, her body bones began to grow again, and her eyebrows and eyes finally opened up a little, with a tendency to look beautiful and unwanted.
"There are more than five hundred yuan in it." Zhou Ya said softly. Although there were no other outsiders in the yard, she was still afraid of being heard by others.
"I'm going to make so much money." Yang Dongxu got excited and said a popular mantra in later generations. He threw his schoolbag aside and happily counted the banknotes.
"Is this going to be okay?" Old Man Xuan felt a little uneasy.
He knows that selling steamed buns can make money, and he can know the approximate profit by calculating the cost required and the selling price. But he didn't expect to earn so much, and he was shocked when Zhou Ya moved the big iron box out.
"What could happen? We make money based on our ability without stealing or robbing. Even if God comes here, I can't say anything." Yang Dongxu curled his lips.
"But..." Old Man Xuan is still worried. The money they earn in ten days is almost as much as a technician earns in one year. If this takes one month, three months, or even one year, Old Man Xuan will Swallowing, "How about we lower the price of steamed buns?"
"The price is too high, can't be sold out every day?" Yang Dongxu was stunned for a moment.
"They're all sold out, not a single one is left, and there are still a lot of people who can't buy it." Zhou Ya said excitedly. Watching the buns she worked so hard to make every day being rushed to buy gave her a huge boost. Satisfied, even counting money is not as satisfying and exciting.
"Then why did you lower the price? Are you sick of your brain? If you two hadn't been too busy making 10 steamer buns a day, I would have wanted to expand production." Yang Dongxu's eyes were bright as he counted the money in his hand.
"You still want to do more selling, aren't you afraid of something happening?" Old Man Xuan was surprised.
"What could happen? The people in the woolen mill won't let you set up a stall in front of their door?" Yang Dongxu finally moved his eyes away from the money.
"That's not true." Old Man Xuan shook his head.
"Yes, a few days after the sale, the director of the factory came and refused to let us set up a stall. Later, Grandpa Xuan said something to him and gave him 10 big meat buns every day, so he stopped coming. But he never pays." Zhou Ya pouted and was very unhappy. Someone took the buns and refused to pay. If Grandpa Xuan hadn't stopped her, she would have scratched his face.
However, the seniority of several people is quite confusing. Zhou Yiren is Yang Dongxu's godfather, and Zhou Ya is his godfather's daughter, but Yang Dongxu only calls Zhou Ya sister and never mentions her aunt.
Old Man Xuan and Zhou Yiren can be said to be friends because of their relationship with Yang Dongxu, but when Zhou Ya calls Zhou Yiren daddy, she just calls Old Man Xuan grandpa.
This gave Zhou Yiren a headache, and in the end it was Old Man Xuan who agreed. Although Zhou Yiren was not willing to be one level younger than Old Man Xuan, he had no choice but to acquiesce because of Old Man Xuan's age.
"Silly girl, if you don't give people any benefits, why do you set up a stall in front of someone else's factory? Where can you make so much money if you don't set up a stall?" Old man Xuan rubbed Zhou Ya's head, and Zhou Ya avoided it unhappily.
Seeing this scene, Yang Dongxu felt that his heart had been stabbed again. Both Zhou Yiren and Old Man Xuan seemed to love Zhou Ya from the bottom of their hearts. Zhou Yiren could forget it, after all, Zhou Ya was his daughter. But old man Xuan is like this too. What the hell?
Thinking again about when he was in his hometown, although there was a preference for boys over girls in the countryside, the number of times his elder sister and younger sister were beaten together during childhood was not even one-tenth of what he was, and Yang Dongxu felt even more aggrieved.
Could it be that I was reborn in the wrong era? This era does not favor boys over girls, but favors girls over boys? Otherwise, why would my parents, my godfather, and the old man Xuan in front of me always beat myself up at every turn?
"Then giving 10 is too much, giving 8, no, five is enough. If he is alone, just give one. It's a lot of money." Zhou Ya counted on her fingers.
Every time the fat director came to get the buns, it was as if he was holding back her flesh. If looks could kill, that director would have turned into meat paste, and even the buns would have been too soft.
However, although Zhou Ya has lived in the countryside since she was a child, she is not a rigid person. Of course she knew the reason for giving the buns, but as she said, it was too much and it made people feel distressed.
Old man Xuan looked at Zhou Ya dotingly and turned to Yang Dongxu and said, "What do you think about this girl wanting to sell porridge?"
"Why do you want to sell porridge?" Yang Dongxu did not answer Old Man Xuan's question, but looked at Zhou Ya.
"You can make more money by selling porridge, and the bun sellers also complained about why we don't sell some thin ones, because eating the buns will make you thirsty." Zhou Ya said in a low voice.
"It seems that not everyone brings water to drink. Selling porridge should also make money." Yang Dongxu rubbed his chin, then shook his head: "Just sell steamed buns, not porridge."
"Why?" Zhou Ya's eyes lit up when she heard that she could make money, but she couldn't understand when she heard that she didn't sell porridge.
"We can't make all the money. Others will be jealous, do you understand? Don't worry. In a few days, those who are thirsty after eating buns will stop complaining." Yang Dongxu said with a smile.
"Why?" Zhou Ya still didn't understand.
"Because no one is stupid. If I guessed correctly, some people should have started to secretly observe and even get excited in the past few days. So when they see that our business is so good, they will definitely follow suit. Selling steamed buns costs a lot. , but the cost of porridge is not big, it doesn’t matter if you just make a pot and you can’t sell it.”
"They are thirsty after eating our steamed buns, why should they drink other people's porridge?" Zhou Ya was a little unconvinced, but it wasn't that she didn't understand the reason. She just felt unconvinced when she thought about the money she could make, but let others earn it.
"Okay, don't be angry. You will be angry after this. It won't be long before there are still people selling buns." Yang Dongxu comforted Zhou Ya as if comforting a little sister. At this moment, it seemed that he was the eldest brother. Zhou Ya Ya is a little sister who doesn't understand anything.
"How can that be done?" Zhou Ya was completely anxious when she heard that someone would snatch her bun business.
"Why not? You can buy steamed buns, why don't you let others sell them? Maybe other people's food trucks will be exactly the same as ours. Don't worry, we won't make less money.
When someone starts selling steamed buns like us, Mr. Xuan will upgrade the recipe of steamed buns, and our steamed buns will taste better than theirs. We will definitely sell better than them.
When their taste is getting better and better, we will improve it. If they fail to improve and start selling at reduced prices, then we will not launch a food truck and find a store in a good location.
Then recruit a few more workers so that more steamed buns can be made. Purchasing flour and pork in large quantities can also lower prices. Although the price of steamed buns has come down, our costs have also come down. Plus, we can make a lot of money if we sell more. "Seeing Zhou Ya's anxious eyes, Yang Dongxu had no choice but to break down the truth and explain it to her.
"If you get your hair on you, you'll be smarter than a monkey." Old man Xuan who was sitting next to him snorted.
Three black lines instantly appeared on Yang Dongxu's forehead. What does it mean to be "more beautiful than a monkey with hair on it"? This is called smart. Do you know how smart you are? Do you know if you have a long-term perspective...
