It's really sad.
Wen Qian never expected that her image in Zhou Shilin's heart would be so bad.
It took her more than two hours to walk to the county seat, dragging her sore and tired legs, her whole body was sweating from the heat, and her throat was very dry.
There are popsicle sellers on the roadside.
Popsicles cost two cents and ice cream costs five cents.
It was definitely refreshing to have one in such hot weather, but Wen Qian was reluctant to buy it. Although she still had a few dollars in her hand, she was in huge debt and couldn't bear to spend money. She could only look at the popsicle stand reluctantly.
In ancient times, Cao Cao looked at plum blossoms to quench his thirst.
Today she is looking at the popsicles to quench her thirst.
Smiling to herself, Wen Qian went to the tailor shop first and explained her idea of selling second-hand clothes, as cheap as she wanted, but the boss ruthlessly refused.
"Sister, the most important thing I don't lack here is clothes."
Think about it, who would come to a tailor shop to buy used second-hand clothes? Although some clothes have only been worn once or twice, old ones are just old and it is difficult to sell them at a high price.
Thank your boss politely and leave.
Standing on the busy street, Wen Qian felt that a penny could not kill a hero. In her previous life, she was doing business and driving a luxury car, and she never knew what it was like to be short of money.
Feel it now.
I felt very uncomfortable.
Unlike those heroines who use cheating tricks when they travel through time, she starts with a bad hand, but she still has to play the bad hand. Being able to play a bad hand brilliantly is her ability.
After cheering herself up, Wen Qian continued to move forward.
She couldn't just catch a passerby and ask him if he wanted to buy second-hand clothes. She could only carry her bag and walk along the main road. The county was very big and prosperous. When she passed the county cultural troupe, people would come in and out from time to time. .
Most of them are lesbians.
Where there are women, there is a market.
Wen Qian decided to stay in the art troupe, even if he couldn't sell the clothes, he would get back the money the original owner spent on Shen Xuening.
Once you have made up your mind, there is no need to rush.
When the sun was about to set, she estimated that the time was almost up. She opened her bag and took out a sheet. After laying it out, she put all the clothes on it. Except for two shirts, the rest were all dresses.
The colors and styles are quite fashionable.
It attracted a lot of attention almost as soon as it was put out.
Seeing this, Wen Qian shouted hard.
"Skirts, skirts for sale."
"The style is good and the price is low. Don't miss it when you pass by. All the beauties come to take a look."
The girls who had just gotten off work from the art troupe were quickly attracted to it. They didn't want to buy it, but they were called beauties!
"This dress is nice. How much does it cost?"
When someone asked about the price, Wen Qian immediately responded with a big smile: "Beauty, to tell you the truth, these clothes of mine are not new, but I have only worn them once or twice. If I didn't need the money urgently, I would be reluctant to sell them. Back then, It cost a lot of money when I bought it.”
When she heard that it was old, the girl who asked the price hesitated.
"I thought it was new."
With that said, she put down the aqua blue dress in her hand.
Wen Qian actually regretted it a little. Clothes of this era did not have hang tags. Her clothes looked new, with no snagging or wear. Even if they were said to be new, some people would believe them.
But she didn't want to lie.
No matter what kind of persona the original owner was before, now that she is here, she has to be a brand new self.
The main focus is sincerity.
"Beauty, you also think this dress looks like new. If I hadn't told you, you would have bought it as if it was new. But I am an honest person. I will say whatever I say and I will never lie. It doesn't matter whether you buy it or not. Take a look at whatever you like."
This makes people feel good to hear it.
The girl who asked the price once again looked at the aqua blue dress. She had seen this dress in a department store. It cost nearly twelve yuan brand new. If it was cheap, she would buy it.
Wen Qian saw her hesitation and struck while the iron was hot.
"Seven dollars, this color shows white!"
"You have fair skin and are slim. I guarantee you'll look good in it!"
To be honest, seven yuan was not cheap, but the girl really liked it, so she tentatively paid back the price. Unexpectedly, Wen Qian readily agreed, and finally the deal was settled at six yuan and fifty cents.
The beauty left happily.
With the first crab eater, everything went smoothly. I sold three pieces in a row, a white ruffle collar shirt and two dresses, for a total of sixteen yuan.
In just ten minutes, I got more than 20 yuan.
Wen Qianyue shouted even more vigorously.
Money is not as important as face.
Next, with her hard shouting and sincere compliments, three more dresses were sold, leaving one shirt and five dresses.
Someone saw lipsticks and other lipsticks placed nearby and asked in surprise: "Are these things for sale too?"
"Not for sale."
Wen Qian smiled sweetly: "Gift, buy one piece of clothing and get the same, buy more and get more!"
As soon as these words came out.
People were immediately excited. It would be a fool not to take advantage of it.
As a result, shirts and dresses were sold out instantly.
Fortunately, there are no fat people in this era, Wen Qian's height and weight are also very standard, and her clothes fit most people.
After calculation, the total sold was sixty-five yuan, which was still far from the target figure.
But she wasn't afraid. Wen Qian put away the sheets and walked directly into the door of the art troupe to find Shen Xuening.
I registered with the guard and got in smoothly.
Walking along the long corridor to the practice room, you can hear the sound of voice training from a long distance away. There are five or six girls inside, and the one with the most superior appearance is Shen Xuening.
At the moment she is leading everyone to rehearse.
"Okay, that's all for today."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was sudden applause behind him.
Shen Xuening turned around and saw Wen Qian and said in surprise: "Qianqian, why are you here? This is where we rehearse. No one else is allowed in."
"No entry?"
Wen Qian chuckled: "Then I'll come in too."
Hearing the displeasure in her tone, Shen Xuening forced out a smile, stepped forward to hold Wen Qian's hand, and smiled extremely fakely: "Then wait for me for a while, and let's go back together."
"I'm not here to wait for you."
"Then what are you here for?"
Wen Qian raised the corners of her lips slightly: "I'm here to collect a debt, Xuening, when do you plan to pay back the money you owe me?"
Want debt?
Owe money?
It turned out that Shen Xuening was a person who was chased to the workplace by debt collectors for not paying back the money. The girls looked at each other and had the urge to tighten their wallets.
Shen Xuening's face froze.
"Qianqian, what are you talking about? Since when did I owe you money? Are you crazy for being short of money?"
She admitted that she spent a lot of money on Wen.
But those were the flowers Wen Qian voluntarily gave her.
There is no reason to get back the money you spent.
Wen Qian knew that Shen Xuening would not admit it. She was too lazy to talk nonsense and spoke directly with the facts, making clear every penny spent on Shen Xuening.
"The dress you are wearing was a gift from me."
"You defrauded me of a total of three dresses like this. Each one cost you ten yuan, making a total of thirty yuan."
"Also, you eat and drink with me on weekdays. There are so many times that I can't remember. You are still thirty."
"And the cream and cosmetics you took from me in the name of borrowing are worth ten yuan to you. The total of these things costs you seventy yuan, right?"
