It was late at night and the park was deserted.
After the last customer had finished his investment, Lu Fei quickly closed the stall and returned home with a full load.
The money in the tin box was poured out, and large bills of five yuan, ten yuan, and twenty yuan were piled on top of the scrap newspapers, one after another, which had a strong impact.
"How much?" Lu Yun asked curiously.
Lu Fei counted twice, unable to hide the joy that smelled of copper on his face, and checked the number with Xiao Hongmei. In one night, he earned a full 920 yuan, which was close to the sock stall's highest sales volume.
Xiao Hongmei's head was buzzing, and she was busy counting the value of the prizes taken away. Electric cars, toys, stockings, etc., large and small, only cost 248 yuan per piece.
672 yuan, profit margin 73%!
In other words, if you charge 100 yuan, you can earn 73 yuan. Compared with the 10% gross profit of socks, it is not only a huge profit, it is simply a huge profit among huge profits!
Lu Yun and Xiao Hongmei looked at each other, their eye sockets were so cracked that they were about to pop out.
"Brother, sister-in-law, it's summer vacation now. Children don't have to go to school. It's our peak period. We can probably buy hundreds or even thousands a day."
Lu Fei walked back to the house and took out the washbasin towel, "Usually, I estimate it's only five or six hundred."
"Five or six hundred is too much, 50%!" Lu Yun scratched his head, "How can we make so much money if we just set a trap?"
"Brother, the street stall is targeting an information gap."
Lu Fei picked up a box of Ultraman Ace. The apparent price was no less than 20 yuan. In fact, when weighed and weighed evenly, it was only 9 yuan. He deliberately placed it in the highest-grade A position. The distance was far away, so he could hit the target. The chance is small, even if someone hits the target with 12 circles, there is still no loss, and he earns 11 yuan with tears and blood.
What's more, what if you encounter someone with a stubborn head?
This thing is like a claw machine, especially if someone else hits the shot but you don't, the frustration will arouse the damn desire to win and it's easy to get addicted.
Lu Yun said: "What if you meet a smart person, just take the front row, the easiest one?"
"Brother, I'm not afraid they won't vote. I hope they vote for the one in the front row."
Lu Fei smiled, showing a profiteer's smile.
The closest prizes are socks, which are ordinary socks that cost 80 cents. The blue circle is 10 yuan and 5, and the one is 2 yuan. Even the red circle is 20 yuan, and the one is 1 and 6.
Lu Yun was speechless. He changed his strategy and his profits doubled several times.
"And, we can use the consolation prize to clear out the inventory of socks!" Xiao Hongmei smiled from ear to ear.
So, striking while the iron is hot, Lu Fei finished filming and went to the park with Xiao Hongmei late at night. The trapping process was about freshness and anticipation. Unless it was an amusement park, he couldn't always stay in one place and catch fish.
On the third day, I switched to Xuanyi, and on the fifth day I went to Binhe...
Every time I go to a place, I stay for 2 days, then jump from Xuanwu to the adjacent Xicheng, change places, and go around.
Lu Fei will record the types of prizes in the set every day, make a list, and update the prize library, because the set is just a way of playing, and the real attraction is the product.
As soon as the inventory of socks was emptied, I improved a batch of clay dolls, bracelets and other gadgets and small objects, and the scale became larger and larger. I even used shotguns for cannons and used speakers and amplifiers. I didn't have to yell until my throat smoked.
The stall is crowded with people every night and is extremely popular.
Even if there are one or two European kings, no matter how much you invest, you won't feel bad. Anyway, there are many non-chiefs in the world, so you can't lose, because the plastic ring is very light, let alone children, it is difficult for even adults to grasp the direction of the ring. If there is Wind is more difficult to control.
It's equivalent to giving Lu Fei almost the money for nothing.
Emm, just like the original Shen drawing cards, although the African chiefs lost money, they gained happiness.
During the whole summer vacation, Xiao Hongmei invested 400 yuan. At the last count, thanks to Lu Fei's ideas, she earned back 10,642 yuan. In the 1980s and 1990s, it was a proper household worth 10,000 yuan!
Even in the millennium, there are no longer a few households with savings in units of tens of thousands, and monthly incomes of tens of thousands. In 2020, they would be at least the top 10% of the 1.4 billion people in China. Now, they are even rarer.
What concept?
Today's pork costs three or four yuan a pound, which can probably buy a dozen pigs weighing more than 200 pounds! Even if his leg is broken, German orthopedics can reattach the bone 10 times.
"How can you make so much money?"
Lu Yun's mind was filled with little questions. He had run a long distance and was exhausted. He could only earn more than 2,000 yuan a month if he was not in a hurry for more than ten days.
"How about you stop running long distances and set up a stall with me?" Xiao Hongmei persuaded softly, "A Fei, what do you think of this idea?"
Lu Fei raised his hands and feet in agreement.
The era of truck drivers "turning the steering wheel and not working even for the county magistrate" has passed. In the past, if you drove for 8 to 10 hours, you could earn 120 yuan, which was several times higher than the average worker's salary. Now you have to earn at least 120 yuan. Open for more than 16 hours.
Once it is overloaded, you will have to pay a fine, but if it is not overloaded, you will not make money.
Lu Yun was in a dilemma, "No, I can't quit. What if one day, setting a trap is like selling socks and others follow suit? What should I do? The family needs a stable income, and I have to take care of it for you."
"Brother, don't worry, I have a great idea, and I will find you a business with a threshold."
Lu Fei murmured in his heart that they were all lessons of blood and tears from your failure to start a business in your previous life, and he grabbed a lot of them.
He also talked about safety, "Although Roadhog is gone now, long-distance runners are at higher risk of getting into accidents. Besides, as soon as the filming is finished, I have to review my studies at night, so I don't have much time to accompany my sister-in-law."
These days, walking on the street with more than a thousand yuan in my pocket, no matter what happens, I feel uneasy.
"A Fei is right." Xiao Hongmei agreed.
Lu Yun nodded and looked at Lu Fei carefully, "Well, the most important thing for you now is the college entrance examination."
"A Fei must be fine. He just didn't focus on studying before. He is very smart."
Xiao Hongmei and his wife looked at Lu Fei with admiration because of setting up a stall.
"How long will it take to film that scene?" Lu Yun said.
"About 10 days." Lu Fei touched his chin, "It depends on God's face whether it can rain."
When words are spoken, the law will be followed, and God will do the right thing.
After having been sunny for almost half a month, the clouds finally turned over and it rained heavily. Although it affected their own street stall, the crew was eager to do it.
There is a rain scene in "The 17-Year-Old Bicycle". If it was played by an ordinary crew, the staff would take a super thick water pipe and swing it left and right to artificially rain. But the crew was not so poor and could only wait for natural rain.
"Hurry up, everyone." Wang Xiaoshuai urged.
Lu Fei held the washbasin and turned it upside down above his head. The filled water poured down with a splash, making him look like a drowned rat in the rain.
Xiaojian is lovelorn.
It was raining heavily, and he stood at the door of his girlfriend's house. When he saw Gao Yuanyuan wearing a yellow raincoat and pushing a cart out, he immediately blocked her way.
Before, when I was competing with Cui Lin for a car, I felt that the car was more important than the person.
But when the car was retrieved, the neglected person was gone.
Lu Fei rode his beloved bicycle in circles around Gao Yuanyuan, looking at each other in silence. There was no longer the sweetness of falling in love. After a stalemate for a while, he finally gave up and gave way.
I saw Gao Yuanyuan get on the bike and ride towards the man holding an umbrella not far away. That was her new boyfriend. His bicycle was more popular than her own, and he rode up to her old boyfriend.
The two confronted each other, and Lu Fei remained silent.
The man lit up the cigarette and took a puff, then put the cigarette into his mouth with a smile, as if taunting the loser: "Dude, the car is nice."
After finishing his words, he turned around and left without looking back.
Lu Fei's eyes were empty, and he suppressed all his emotions in the camera. The rain was running down his face. He looked like a fool who had picked up sesame seeds but lost the watermelon.
The lit cigarette was soaked by the rain and could not ignite.
The cool colors of black and gray, the picture was dim, gloomy, and rainy. After watching the playback, Wang Xiaoshuai was extremely satisfied and shouted:
"This is the way to go!"
As if firing a flare gun, Lu Fei ran into the courtyard, took off all his wet clothes, and came out after changing. The room was filled with crew members.
How I longed for the rain to come before, now I long for the rain to go away.
However, it was drizzling outside the window and it rained non-stop.
"Hey, Old Tang, why are you here?"
Lu Fei glanced around and was surprised to find Tang Danian among the crowd. The screenwriter would not appear frequently on the set unless he was also a director or producer.
Otherwise, the script has nothing to do with the screenwriter from the moment it is shot. After all, China Film still adheres to the director-centered system of the studio.
Tang Danian smoked silently, his face frustrated and angry.
"Old Tang, the newly written script was shot." The assistant director shook his head helplessly.
Lu Fei raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, no wonder.
Different from the review of movie scripts in the future, before the reform of the film censorship system in 2003, what was submitted for approval was not a thousand-word outline, but a complete script.
Once the review fails, years of hard work may be lost. Therefore, the sixth generation of underground films can hardly get a birth certificate because of the complete script.
"Oh, no choice. Let's write a TV series script first to support our family." Tang Danian threw away a cigarette and said half-jokingly: "You have a lot of ideas. How about you give me an idea on what to write?"
Lu Fei took it and sniffed the cigarette in his nose: "Do you really want to teach me?"
"Really, really, I don't have a clue right now, I don't know what to write." Tang Danian said.
Lu Fei rolled his eyes and said, "I said, if you like it, give me a signature, writing writer, script planner, script editor and reviewer, any position will do."
"You kid!" Tang Danian knew that he was going to take the art exam, and having a screenwriter's signature was definitely a bonus. "You speak first."
Lu Fei pondered and lowered his voice to briefly describe "Don't Talk to Strangers".
Tang Danian was very interested, but immediately shook his head: "I'm not good at the subject of domestic violence."
"Let's find other screenwriters to join forces. There will always be people who are interested."
"Hey, that's the truth. OK, I'll look for it."
