Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Zhao Wenhao was delighted, feeling that his evil plan had succeeded.

Originally, his bottom line was 8 yuan per piece, but coincidentally, there were more customers today on the weekend, which allowed Sun Jianping to see the booming sales.

So, he took advantage of the situation and insisted on the wholesale price of 9 yuan per piece.

Seeing such a heated scene, Sun Jianping felt that he shouldn't miss such an opportunity. Therefore, he could only swallow his anger and let Zhao Wenhao succeed.

In fact, with Sun Jianping's financial resources, even if he went to a factory to customize this batch of goods, the cost would not be as high as Zhao Wenhao's.

After all, Zhao Wenhao customized 6 pieces at one time, spending yuan.

Not only that, he also signed an agreement with the manufacturer to order another batch of goods after the current batch was sold out. He also put down a deposit of 3000 yuan.

Otherwise, why would the manufacturer prepare the materials for you in advance?

"Six hundred, right? Sure! I'll pick them up for you in a minute. We'll pay first, then we'll deliver. No credit!"

Zhao Wenhao agreed readily.

"Xiao Zhao, how much did you purchase this time?"

Sun Jianping still had some hope and was still trying to find out more information.

"Not many, maybe only four or five thousand. What for?" Zhao Wenhao said deliberately.

Sun Jianping did not reply immediately, but calculated secretly in his mind.

He thought that if Zhao Wenhao really only had this little stock, it would probably be sold out in less than half a month.

Even if he went to the manufacturer to customize it immediately, it would probably take half a month for the goods to arrive so quickly.

In this case, these 600 pairs of leggings may not last long.

"Xiao Zhao, let's put it this way. I've thought about it. You should give me 600 first, and then leave me 400. I don't have enough money right now, so I'll gather some money and come back to get the rest."

Zhao Wenhao was obviously well aware of Sun Jianping's tactics.

This guy must have started with 600 and then see if he could sell them all before his new stock arrived. If not, then the remaining 400 would be wasted.

If it is sold out, the supply can be replenished in time.

However, Zhao Wenhao didn't care. He had plenty of stock anyway. Once this batch was sold out, he could immediately order more.

Other manufacturers still need to order materials, but the clothing factory he works with has already prepared the materials. As long as he places the order, the goods will arrive in a week at most.

"Okay, I'm just doing this for your boss Sun's sake. Go get the money and come back to get the goods later." Zhao Wenhao hesitated for a moment, then pretended to be very straightforward and agreed.

Sun Jianping was delighted when he saw that there was a chance. He immediately promised to go get the money now and send it over later.

Sun Jianping left in a hurry, while Zhao Wenhao continued to greet his clients.

A day passes by in a flash in the busyness.

In just eight hours, 76 pairs of the newly launched leggings were sold, not including the 600 pairs that Sun Jianping wholesaled.

The most important thing is that most of the customers come here for the new leggings. But how could Zhao Wenhao not introduce other clothes?

Therefore, many of these customers also bought other things.

This boosted sales for the entire store.

"Boss Sun, how are you doing?"

It’s almost time to get off work and I finally have some free time.

Zhao Wenhao, holding a teacup, strolled to the door of Sun Jianping's shop.

"Hey, not bad, not bad. We shipped 32 pieces today, and it only took us one afternoon. Thank you, Xiao Zhao."

Sun Jianping happily and sincerely expressed his gratitude to Zhao Wenhao, and was also proud of his wise decision.

To sell so many items of a single product in just half a day, and without any publicity, is indeed quite good.

Although the profit is definitely not as good as Zhao Wenhao's.

"Xiao Zhao, did Lao Sun get those new-fangled leggings from you?"

Zhao Wenhao was just about to chat with Sun Jianping when he unexpectedly saw another person showing up. It was none other than Wang Haiquan, the owner of another shop not far away.

When Zhao Wenhao heard this person take the initiative to talk, he was secretly happy.

Of course, he didn't come out for a stroll because he was really bored, but he came out for a stroll on purpose to let people know how popular his goods were.

But I didn't expect that Wang Haiquan would come to me on his own initiative.

"Yes, Boss Wang. We just ordered a batch of goods recently, and they're selling pretty well. I sold 76 pairs today, and Boss Sun sold 32 pairs this afternoon. We're off to a great start."

Wang Haiquan looked at Sun Jianping with a puzzled look, and when he saw that he didn't respond, he knew that this was true.

So he quickly half pushed and half pulled Zhao Wenhao into his shop.

"Xiao Zhao, give me some goods. As long as the price is the same as Lao Sun's. We are both from Dingzhou, so we are fellow villagers after all. Right?"

Zhao Wenhao didn't play hard to get this time. He simply nodded and agreed: "9 yuan per piece. Lao Sun ordered 1000 pieces. I'll ship 600 first."

"9 yuan per piece?" Wang Haiquan hesitated, but then he looked up at Sun Jianping, who was looking over at him. "Okay, I'll do the same as him. I'll take 600 pieces first and need the goods today. But I have to pay you tomorrow morning. The bank is closed now."

"no problem."

Zhao Wenhao was quite familiar with Wang Haiquan and considered him a reliable person, so he agreed readily.

600 pieces of goods were quickly moved from Zhao Wenhao's small warehouse to Wang Haiquan's shop.

Wang Haiquan rearranged the place overnight and placed the new goods in a prominent position.

The next day, the clothing market reopened.

Even though it was not the weekend, Zhao Wenhao's shop sold 54 pieces that day.

As for the sales performance of Wang Haiquan and Sun Jianping, there is not much difference.

A small ripple in the wind can cause a thousand ripples. Almost all the shops knew that Zhao Wenhao's new leggings had achieved good sales.

After some further inquiries, he learned that Wang Haiquan and Sun Jianping also purchased goods from him, and someone came to his door immediately.

"Boss Zhao, I want 300 pieces. I can choose the color myself."

"Miss Wenjing, here's the money for 200 pieces. I want some of each color."

"Boss Zhao, this money is from me, not from Mr. Chen. You just took it from me."

……

More than ten shop owners flocked to the "New Wave" clothing store. You ordered 200 pieces, he ordered 300 pieces, and the most one person directly ordered 700 pieces.

This made Zhao Wenhao so flustered that he even made a mistake in who sent the money.

"Everyone, sorry, there are only 800 left." Zhao Wenhao shouted.

"Give it to me! I want to order 500."

"Get in line now, don't cut in line. If you keep pushing forward, I'll beat you up. I'm ahead of you and haven't gotten it yet, so how can it be your turn?"

"Try to move me!"

"Fuck, I'm not afraid of you."

The two rough men immediately drew their swords and prepared to fight.

"There are only 300 left."

Zhao Wenhao quickly yelled again, pulling the attraction over.