Time is money, it’s not a lie.
But Wen Xiaomei told her that it was already getting late and it was too late for you to go now. People were starting to pack up and prepare to close.
Even if you go, you won't see much, let alone choose any good clothes.
Mo Yan had no choice but to give up the idea and honestly had dinner at Wen's house and stayed one night.
Mo Yan woke up feeling refreshed after a good sleep.
Wen Xiaomei said that she would accompany her. Although Mo Yan felt embarrassed, he did not stop her.
With a local following her, those selling clothes had to think twice if they wanted to set her up or take advantage of her.
Especially Wen Xiaomei is considered a celebrity in the local area.
Mo Yan is not pedantic, there is ready help, why not use it?
The next day, Mo Yan was taken by the enthusiastic Wen Xiaomei to enjoy an authentic morning tea and had a full stomach.
After eating and drinking, Wen Xiaomei thought about taking Mo Yan out for a few more days, but she firmly refused.
Finally, she was able to set off as she wished. Mo Yan seemed to see golden mountains greeting her.
Wen Xiaomei also saw Mo Yan's eagerness, so she took the lead and took Mo Yan into the clothing wholesale market.
The clothing wholesale market is very large, and Mo Yan's first impression was that it was crowded and chaotic.
Most of the clothes are piled up there like a mountain, both indoors and outdoors.
People were talking loudly, only a little lower when negotiating prices.
After finally arriving at his destination, Mo Yan was no longer in a hurry.
She and Wen Xiaomei walked around first and had a preliminary understanding of the quality and corresponding price of the clothing.
Mo Yan only had five hundred yuan on him.
Among them were the entire wealth of Jin Cuihao and Qiao Nanhai, and Qiao Nanhai had borrowed part of it from someone.
If her business fails this time, the economic losses will be huge.
The most intuitive thing is that this year, they don’t want to eat anything good.
Knowing yourself and your enemy will never end a battle. Before setting off, Mo Yan had visited the department store in Liuting District and roughly knew the prices and styles of clothes there.
She wanted to sell something that no one else had sold before. Even though there was a risk of not being able to sell it, bah bah bah, she had the confidence to sell it.
If you can't sell it, it's because you're doing it wrong.
Mo Yan aimed at sweaters, not the bulky thick sweaters that he knitted himself, but thin sweaters.
Liuting District is located in the northwest of Qingxian County, in the middle of Luzhou Peninsula and on the south coast of Laizhou Bay in the Bohai Sea.
Winter is very cold, which leads people to pay attention to warmth first when buying winter clothes.
When winter comes out, everyone is as bloated as a penguin.
But everyone has a love for beauty. Although young girls are afraid of the cold, it does not prevent them from showing their youth and beauty while keeping warm.
So, why can’t a brightly colored sweater collar be exposed under a heavy coat?
That is also a beautiful scenery, right?
And, what about inside a warm room?
Is it more exciting?
Mo Yan spotted a turtleneck sweater, which not only had a certain degree of warmth, but also had bright colors.
There are oranges, roses, and greens... and the bright red that Chinese people like the most.
Mo Yan had a good plan, but unfortunately after wandering around, he didn't see a turtleneck sweater.
The temperature in Yangcheng is high, so everyone wears low-collared clothes, and high-collared ones cannot be sold.
Although there are also people from the north who come here, they are all looking for warm clothes.
Mo Yan still didn't believe it, so he dragged Wen Xiaomei around, confusing the little girl.
Finally, Mo Yan saw her goal.
It turned out to be a large courtyard. Although the location was a bit remote and relatively close to the inside, the space was not large enough and there were many people coming in and out.
The clothes Mo Yan saw were piled in a corner. A thin layer of dust had fallen on them, but it could not hide the colorful colors.
And that's all!
Mo Yan opened a few pieces to check the quality, and finally confirmed it.
"Brother, how do you sell these clothes?"
Mo Yan asked a man in his thirties not far away who looked like a boss.
Because Mo Yan saw several people busy in and out, all obeying his orders.
The man looked a little distracted, turning his head from time to time to look into the house not far away.
He didn't hear Mo Yan's question.
Mo Yan was not annoyed. He took a few sweaters and walked directly in front of the man. The sight made her say "huh".
She stared at the man a few more times. The man noticed and was a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything when he saw that she was a big girl.
"This? Seven dollars and a half a piece!"
The man looked at what Mo Yan was holding and was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything else.
It was too expensive. Mo Yan considered how much she would sell it for if she bought it.
The salary of ordinary people in Liuting District is only twenty or thirty yuan. Would they be willing to spend half a month's salary on a piece of clothing?
Mo Yan's scalp felt tight.
In fact, she can buy some ordinary clothes and sell them cheaper than department stores with the same quality. Then she will definitely not worry about sales and can make money.
It's a pity that Mo Yan doesn't want to go step by step, she doesn't want to take the ordinary path, which will make her earn too little and prolong her original capital accumulation.
"Do you want it? If not, just leave quickly."
The man was a little impatient and looked at the house not far away as he spoke.
"The boss is the boss!"
A woman ran out of the house, shouting as she ran. She was probably too excited and almost fell down, but was held by a man who rushed to meet her.
"How's it going?"
The man's voice trembled slightly.
"Wake up, wake up!"
The woman shed tears excitedly, which looked familiar to Mo Yan who was not far away.
Isn't this the elder sister holding the child she met at the train station?
I have to say, if we are destined, where can we not meet in life?
"Very good!"
The man no longer cared about doing business, so he grabbed the woman and ran towards the house.
His son finally woke up!
"Big girl?"
The woman wiped away her tears and turned back to the house. She saw Mo Yan standing not far away with a smile.
She was still a little unsure, so she quickly wiped her tears again, stared at Mo Yan again and again, walked up to Mo Yan in a few steps, and grabbed his hand.
"Big sister, it's really you!"
The woman cried with joy and could not speak clearly:
"I'm really awake! I'm really awake! Thank you... thank you! Woo hoo..."
Finally I couldn't help it and started crying.
Wen Xiaomei looked puzzled.
The man on the side also looked confused. He picked up some clues from his wife's words, and he had an idea ready to come out.
But looking at Mo Yan's young face, he couldn't believe it.
"Huifang, who is this sister?"
The man suddenly became much more polite.
"Da Lin, this is the sister I told you who saved our mother and daughter at the train station!"
He was still the savior who revived your son!
After looking at the people around her and seeing Mo Yan shaking his head slightly, Mao Huifang swallowed the last sentence in time.
