Ramler said nothing, thinking that I learned Afrikaans well. If I don't go to South Africa to study abroad, it will be of no use at home. Ramle has this hidden worry and unhappiness, but he never shows it on his face. He always shows a bright smile. In addition, he is tall and tall, handsome and handsome, which makes girls like him very much.
In their sophomore (fourth) class, a girl named Nale Huixin Tali has always had a crush on Ramle and always looks for opportunities to strike up a conversation with him.
When he returned from morning exercises in the playground, Ramle was dripping with sweat. Narai Huixin Tali, who was paying close attention to him secretly and noticed it, quickly handed him a white handkerchief. Ramle waved his hand and said no need. I immediately went to the dormitory to get a towel and washed it at the fresh water pool on the west side of the campus.
Narai Huixin Tali smiled sweetly and said, even if you go to wash it, why not wipe your forehead with my handkerchief first? Ramle took her handkerchief and wiped it while saying, "Classmate Narai Huixin Tali, thank you for helping me." Since you are willing to help me, there is one thing I would like to ask you for help.
Na Lai Huixin Tali raised her oval face, stuck out her tongue, and said, "What's the matter?" You speak. Ramle immediately told her about his troubles in selling the straw sandals piled high as high as a mountain in his home, and asked her if she could find a way to find someone to help their family solve this frustrating problem.
Of course, Ramle also deliberately pushed this problem to her, expecting that she, a childish college student, would not be able to solve this problem at all. Unexpectedly, Nalai Huixin Tali readily agreed, saying that you want me to help you sell goods, right? Ramler nodded.
She took the handkerchief that Ramle gave to her after wiping her sweat and said, "However, I can't help you sell the goods, but my cousin is planning to run the shoe business after graduating from university. I'll go find him." As your cousin, if you ask him to help you sell the mountain of straw sandals at home, I think he will buy it.
Ramler clenched his fists and raised them, telling her, That would be great. Na Lai Huixin Tali stretched out a slender index finger towards him and said, come on, pull a hook!
After Ramle hooked up with her, he still felt uneasy because he remembered what his mother had said. Now that our living standards in Siam have improved, even the country people don't like to wear straw sandals... He was mainly worried about Na Lai. Huixin Tali’s cousin does not sell straw sandals because the living standards of Chinese people have improved after all.
Unexpectedly, a few days later, Nalei Huixin Tali told Ramle that her cousin agreed to help him sell goods, but there was one condition. Ramle needed to take a month off to follow him to find the market.
Ramle agreed and went to school to take a month off. Nalei Huixin Tali first arranged for her cousin to meet with Lamler. Maybe it was fate and we hit it off right away. Lamle held Lamle's hand forcefully and said, "Oh, that's great. Your name and I have basically the same name. You will definitely succeed in doing business with me after graduation." Ramler said, really? I think so too.
Later, Lamler and Lamler returned to his hometown to inspect the goods, and each brought a pack of straw sandal samples. Together, they traveled around the country to find markets in urban and rural areas where people gather, but it took more than 20 days. , even the sample shoes in their respective bags were not sold out.
Lamler also discovered that several villages also had large stocks of straw sandals, which together were equivalent to more than 20 times the inventory of Lamle's family. Since he couldn't sell this kind of straw sandals, he returned all the unsold straw sandals in his bag to Lamler, asking him to carry them together in his bag, and said frustratedly, I knew a long time ago that selling There is no market for straw sandals, so it’s all in vain. There are still a few days left for your leave, so go back to school!
Ramler felt like his head was pounding. If his family's accumulated goods could not be sold and funds could not be provided for him to study abroad, then his dream would be shattered. Now after hearing what Ramler said, he said with some dissatisfaction, you are the boss of the shoe industry. Since you know that the market for straw sandals is weak, why did you agree to come out with me to find a market? It also delayed my studies for a month.
Ramler's face darkened and he raised his voice, so you still blame me? I only agreed to it for the sake of my cousin. I asked you to come out and have a look and understand the market. If there is no market, there is nothing I can do. I have tried my best for you, so that I can explain it to my cousin.
Ramler said, I don’t blame you either, I should also thank you. But I am facing difficulties. I will graduate from college next semester and will study abroad. Studying abroad costs a lot of money and my family cannot afford it. Now I only have those straw sandals in stock. Can you buy those straw sandals from my family? Pay me cash? To solve my financial difficulties in the early stage of studying abroad.
Ramle patted the empty straw sandal and flattened it to empty the bag and said, Ramle, what you say is better than what you sing. Although I have been in the shoe business for many years, I have never made a fortune and the business situation is not good. Now you want me to buy up all your accumulated stock of straw sandals and pay you in cash. Isn’t this wishful thinking? What's more, I don't have much liquidity in my hands. Even if I did, I know that those straw sandals in your house are overstocked and unsalable. Would I want them? If I ask for it, won’t I be losing money to myself?
The two had an unhappy dispute over the stock of straw sandals that they couldn't sell. Expand the damage to Ramle and go east, and Ramle go west. Ramle walked away three or four meters away, and suddenly had a good idea. He immediately turned around and caught up with Ramle, walked around to him, stretched out his back, stopped him, smiled and said, Oh, please. Walk slowly, I have a good idea.
What a good idea? Ramler asked inexplicably.
Well, it’s like this. Our living standards in Siam have improved now, but the straw sandals cannot be sold. I entrust you, can you transport the straw sandals to South Africa for sale? There might be a market there. Ramler got right to the point.
Ramler pondered for a while, and suddenly said with interest, "Your idea is a good one. I will go to South Africa first to see if there is a market." If there is a market, I will transport all your accumulated stock of straw sandals to South Africa and sell them. As he said this, he asked for the few pairs of straw sandals he had started returning to Ramle and put them in his bag. Then he said, I will contact you after I come back from South Africa. If no one wants these straw sandals, I will return them to you when I come back.
Can. Ramler said in an encouraging tone, go to South Africa and see, maybe there is a market.
Ramle felt that Ramle had given him a good idea. He returned to his hometown in the Gulf of Siam to rest for a few days, and then took these pairs of sample straw sandals and set off.
He took a giant ship westward through the Indian Ocean and arrived in South Africa. After landing, he found that most South Africans walked barefoot and never wore shoes. This may be because of the hot weather.
He looked at it and shook his head, and immediately returned to his country, went to the university he was familiar with, returned the sample pairs of straw sandals to Lamler, and said regretfully, I'm so unlucky to hear you say that I went to South Africa in vain. There is a round trip fee. Most people there are barefoot and few wear shoes. There is no market at all.
