Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

During this period of time, the brother and sister were both in pain and happy.

By the seventh day, some people had followed Zhao Wenhao's example and started hanging banners in front of the clothing market and hiring people to distribute flyers.

But the first-mover advantage has been formed, and the reputation of the "New Wave" has spread.

In ten days, the sales volume reached RMB 6.78 and the sales quantity was 1587 pieces.

Many people have changed almost everything from head to toe. After all, it is the Chinese New Year, and if Chinese people have some money in their pockets, they will always hope to change into a new outfit and look forward to a prosperous new year.

"Wenhao, New Year's Eve is only eight days away, and we only have about 600 pieces left in stock. At this rate, we probably won't be able to sell enough!"

At this time, Zhao Wenjing was experiencing the troubles of happiness.

She originally purchased more than 2000 pieces of clothing, and she was very worried that they would not be sold and would become a backlog.

But now it seems that I was just worrying for nothing.

"Sister, forget it. I'm so tired these days and really don't want to move." Zhao Wenhao lay on the bed, half-closed his eyes, and his voice became hoarse.

Zhao Wenjing felt somewhat helpless and could only sigh, "What a pity! Given the current situation, even adding 500 pieces before the New Year might not be enough."

"Not necessarily. We took advantage of the fact that others hadn't thought of it and launched a promotion first. Now everyone has come to their senses and is going to the marketing manager one by one, thinking of hanging banners at the door to advertise. In this way, our advantage is not so obvious." Zhao Wenhao murmured.

"Forget it, never mind. There are still eight days left. No matter how hard or tiring it is, it will only be a few days." Zhao Wenjing was full of fighting spirit and did not feel tired at all.

Especially when she looked at the stacks of banknotes in the wooden box in front of her, she felt particularly at ease.

Zhao Wenhao didn't pay any attention to these things. Instead, he asked, "Sister, Wang Sheng from the shop next door seems to be interested in you. I see him bringing you food and fruit every now and then. It's obvious that he has feelings for you. What do you think?"

Zhao Wenjing's face was filled with anger, and she was obviously annoyed by Wang Sheng's harassment.

"I've told him time and again not to send anything, but he won't listen. Every time he comes over, drops something off, and leaves. It would be embarrassing if I chase him out. Wenhao, what do you think we should do?"

Zhao Wenhao opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Wenjing seriously, "Are you sure you don't have that kind of feelings towards him?"

"Wang Sheng is a really nice guy, with a good temper and a willingness to work hard. Although he's not very good-looking, he's generally decent. But the problem is, I don't have any feelings for him at all.

You told me yourself that when you look for a partner in the future, besides those qualities, you must also find someone who meets your own preferences."

For some time, Zhao Wenhao really didn't care about Wang Sheng's affairs.

The main factor, as Zhao Wenjing had said, was that after spending so much time together, Wang Sheng had excellent personal qualities. He also heard that his family was well-off, as he was a native of Xuanzhou, and both his parents were employed by the government.

If Zhao Wenjing is satisfied with it, Zhao Wenhao would be happy to see it happen.

But since Zhao Wenjing didn't mean that, and she was a bit shy and couldn't say some things, then Zhao Wenhao, as her younger brother, naturally had to step in to avoid any embarrassment in the future.

The brother and sister continued chatting for a while until Zhao Wenhao felt sleepy and fell into a drowsy sleep. Zhao Wenjing tucked the quilt in for her brother and turned back to sleep.

Silent all night.

The next day was another busy start.

This cycle repeated itself, and eight days passed quickly.

And tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the brother and sister have finally sold almost all of their clothes, and in return they received a total of 8.35 yuan in cash.

If the costs are deducted, the profit in this period alone reached 3.8 yuan.

If the profits from the previous two months are included, the total net profit Zhao Wenhao has earned since he started making clothes has reached 6.4 yuan.

This makes more money than his herbal medicine business.

Of course, when I first started making herbal medicine, I only had a few dollars. Now, just one purchase can cost tens of thousands of yuan. With different capital, the profit margins are naturally different.

Therefore, Zhao Wenhao did not think about giving up the herbal medicine business.

He still plans to continue his herbal medicine business after honeysuckle and bupleurum are on the market in May.

As for the clothing store, just leave it to my sister.

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"Mom, we are back!"

"Oh, Wenhao is back. Put your things down quickly, I'll take them. You must be tired, Aiguo, come out quickly, our son is back!"

"Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. What delicious food did you bring me this time?"

"Just come back if you want. Do I really have to come out to greet him?"

The brother and sister, carrying a lot of bags, hurried and finally returned to Zhaojiayu at noon on New Year's Eve.

Zhao Aiguo glared at Zhao Wenhao with an unhappy look on his face. "It's been several months, and you still remember to come back? Do you still consider this your home?"

Hey……

Zhao Wenhao laughed angrily. This was a typical case of the villain complaining first.

However, today is New Year's Eve, and Zhao Wenhao doesn't want to cause unrest at home.

So, he pulled out a suit, a tweed coat, and two packs of Ashima cigarettes from his bag. "Here are the clothes for you. Try them on and see if they fit you well."

Zhao Aiguo was obviously stunned.

He was really worried that his son would come back and settle the score with him. Some time ago, he was penniless and happened to see his daughter giving his wife a thousand yuan.

So he took it away secretly.

He thought that Zhao Wenhao would definitely cause trouble for him when he returned.

What he didn't expect was that this little beast brought him so many things without saying a word.

The only pity is that there are only objects and not a penny.

However, even so, Zhao Aiguo was already very surprised.

"Well, you still have a conscience."

Zhao Aiguo hurriedly carried the things up, then turned around and happily opened one of the cigarettes.

Zhao Wenhao didn't want to pay attention to him and took out a red down jacket from his bag.

"Mom, try it on. It should fit."

"This kid, you bought me a bright red dress like this? I'm almost fifty, how can I have the nerve to wear it?"

Wei Chunlan smiled widely and couldn't let go of the soft, warm and light down jacket.

"Mom is not even 45 yet, how can she not wear it? Besides, it's New Year's Day, this kind of clothes is festive. Come on, try it on."

Zhao Wenhao didn't care about all this and just put the clothes on Wei Chunlan.

"Zizi, so warm. Wenhao's clothes are not cheap, how much is it?" Wei Chunlan stretched out her calloused hands and touched it lovingly.

This was the first time in her life that she could wear such nice clothes. Moreover, it was given to her by her son out of filial piety, so of course she was very happy.

Of course, Zhao Wenhao couldn't tell Wei Chunlan that this dress cost more than 100 yuan, otherwise, she really wouldn't want to wear it.

"Money is secondary. The most important thing is that my mother likes it."

"I like it, I like it. Hehehe..."

Zhao Wenxia, ​​standing aside, watched eagerly as everyone else received gifts, but she didn't see her second brother preparing anything for her.

Suddenly, tears of grievance were about to fall.