Hot wife from 70s made a lot of money after divorce

Yang Qingheng screamed, startling him, and rushed back with a quick step: "Yang Qingheng."

Yang Qingheng laughed, looking at his panic face, feeling inexplicably good, she raised her foot, stepped on his shoulder, and said condescendingly: "You also said that you don't like me, when did you change your bad habit before saying this. "

Song Hengjue realized that he had been tricked and was so angry that he almost lost his breath: "Yang Qingheng, sooner or later you will kill yourself."

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The black market opened early, and it was only around eight o'clock. It was already bustling with many people, but everyone spoke softly in a tacit understanding. It was not quiet, but it was definitely not noisy.

Yang Qingheng saw the small stall selling fabrics from last time at a glance.

She knelt down and said without any pretense: "Sister, I have a business I want to do with you. Are you interested?"

"You? What kind of business can you do with me? Get out of the way and stop blocking my customers." The eldest sister looked her up and down, frowned and waved her hand, feeling disgusted.

In the past few months, not to mention dozens of people have approached her to sell embroidery, but there have been ten or eight. She has purchased goods twice, but neither of them sold well. She might as well make money selling fabric threads.

It’s really not like looking through the cracks in her door. This girl’s hair doesn’t even look full. How can her embroidery be better than that of the experienced embroiderers who worked with her before?

Yang Qingheng was not annoyed and pulled a stool to sit down: "You have to see it before you say whether you want to do it or not."

She took a cautious look around and noticed that there weren't many people around, so she patted the dust on her big backpack and opened a crack.

The eldest sister didn't take it seriously at first, so she came over to take a look, and was stunned. Her face suddenly hurt.

I didn’t expect this girl to actually have two brushes.

However, she couldn't care less about being shy now, her eyes were glowing green, and she was looking straight at those bags, like a wolf that had been looking for food for several days and suddenly found a tempting piece of raw meat, and snatched it up and held it in her hands. He turned it over and over and looked at it: "Where did you get the goods?"

After a pause for two seconds, she touched the familiar fabric on it and looked at her in surprise: "Did you do it?"

"How do I have such skills?" Yang Qingheng shook his head without hesitation and deliberately let it slip, "I asked the old embroiderer to do it. Look at the stitches, it looks good."

Not only is it good, the eldest sister is stunned. Even the best old masters in their village don’t have this skill. The most important thing is that the color, the pattern, and the pattern are so exquisite. They are different from traditional patterns. This pattern has its own uniqueness. This kind of agility and freshness was the first time she had seen it in her life. She was sure that as soon as this bag was put out, those women would definitely rush for it.

"How do you plan to do business with me?"

Yang Qingheng pondered for a moment: "I'll pay four and a half yuan each. As for the selling price, you decide it yourself. Whatever you can sell will be your profit."

The eldest sister curled her lips and threw it back into her arms: "Little girl, don't dream too big, okay? Four yuan and a half each? What bastard is willing to buy your bags?"

"Then how much do you want?" Yang Qingheng said quietly.

The eldest sister's eyes moved slightly and she held out three fingers: "Three yuan, I can only get three yuan."

"You know how much you can sell for this business, sister," Yang Qingheng sneered and stood up, "Four and a half, if you can accept it, let's cooperate. If you can't accept it, I'll find someone else."

If her little arms and legs weren't so strong that she couldn't outrun the group of people in the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, she would have come by herself. Let alone four or five yuan, she dared to guarantee that even if it was six or seven yuan, she could still sell it successfully.

There is no technical content in the job of selling bags. Since this eldest sister is not sincere, it will be the same with someone else.

The eldest sister became anxious and grabbed her arm hard: "Can four yuan be okay?"

Seeing Yang Qingheng's cold expression, she finally said: "Okay, okay, just four and a half dollars."

Only then did Yang Qingheng have a smile on her face, and patted her shoulder: "Sister, don't worry about not being able to sell it. I have already promoted this bag for you. It will definitely be no problem to sell a dozen or so in the early stage, but in the follow-up If so, you’ll have to solicit customers yourself.”

It was a typical slap in the face, but the eldest sister still felt a little worried.

"Okay, I've never seen you so tough. I'm really in your hands." She complained, took the package and inspected it.

The moment he lowered his head, a light flashed through his eyes.

The two negotiated and paid a [-]% deposit first, and Yang Qingheng bought twice as much fabric and colored threads at the last price.

"Sister Liu, let's meet in Dahe Village in a few days." He gave her a meaningful look, patted the dust on his pants, waved his hand and walked away.

The eldest sister was stunned, and her eyes were like a powerful slap, which made her face burn with pain.

Thinking that she was a little girl who had never seen the world, she just fooled her around. If the price was not right, she just bought the goods and insisted that she had paid the balance. This little girl did not dare to call the police. Eat this boring loss.

Unexpectedly, he was a shrewd and thoughtful person.

Even Mr. Xu’s men in this black market didn’t know her last name, but this girl actually found out in a few days and even found out where she was from!

"How do you know this?" The eldest sister couldn't figure it out. She was obviously careful enough, so why did she let this little girl see through it?

Yang Qingheng was amused and pointed at her stall: "Don't look at me because I'm young. I've seen more cloth than you, sister, and you've eaten more salt. I can tell where your material is from as soon as I touch it. How big are silkworms? Looking at our towns, the only ones suitable for producing this kind of cloth are Lianghe Town and our Xishan Town. According to your vigilance, eldest sister, you will definitely not sell goods on the site where you live, so... "

The eldest sister slapped her head and laughed angrily: "So you are waiting for me on the bus to Lianghe Town?"

"Smart." Yang Qingheng raised his hand.

The eldest sister said in a strange tone: "How can I be as smart as you?" She was twice as smart as the lotus root in the pond.

I didn't expect that she would take so many turns after closing the stall every day and still not avoid this stinky girl! But after knowing this, I felt relieved.

Yang Qingheng has the ability to touch cloth, but others don't. In this way, her usual concealment is still acceptable.

"Then we are happy to work together."

She sneered in her heart, raised the corners of her crimson mouth imperceptibly, and the emotion in her dark eyes was obscure and difficult to distinguish.

She had seen through the human heart in her previous life. Even her own parents would stab her in the back. How could she trust a stranger?

As early as two days ago, she asked Sister-in-law Sun to find out all the details about this woman.

Liu Qing, a widow from Dahe Village, has a son, a daughter, and an elderly mother-in-law. With this family situation, if she dares to do something small, she can figure it out.

I came early today, and there was still half a pound of ribs left. I asked if I wanted a meat ticket, but Yang Qingheng simply paid for it, took the food and left.

A small step in business is just the right time to celebrate.

Not far from the black market, I suddenly heard a scream.