A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

The area outside the shop was already crowded with people, at least forty or fifty.

"Why are so many people gathered around? Is something wrong here?"

One of the shop assistants couldn't help but mutter to himself.

But before the shop assistants could even hesitate...

People outside started exclaiming in surprise.

"My God, I knew it! The way they were blocking it meant there was something good inside! And it seems it really is. These clothes are so beautiful!"

"Who says otherwise? I must buy several sets. Even if they're a bit expensive, it's worth it. When the weather gets a little warmer, I can wear my new clothes."

"The clothes in my closet from last year are no longer suitable for me. I urgently need new clothes to replenish my wardrobe."

"That dress is so pretty, waaaah! I just bought one at the department store yesterday for 100 yuan. I'm going to go ask if I can return it. I want to buy a new one here."

Everyone was chattering away, pushing and shoving as they surged into the store.

Some people in front walked slowly, and those behind urged them on: What are you doing? Hurry up and get in! You're getting in the way of my nice clothes, you know that?!

Some people even pushed their companions out of the store so they could get in first, fearing they wouldn't be able to buy clothes if they were late.

The scene was so intense it almost turned into a fight.

Although the store's employees have undergone a lot of training, their training has never included such a scene.

They were all dumbfounded, but they still did their best to use the knowledge they had learned.

Try your best to serve those customers who are eager to buy clothes.

However, they completely underestimated the desire these people had when they saw new clothes.

All the clothes don't need any promotion at all; as long as they're hanging on the mannequins, everyone is scrambling to buy them.

"Waiter, I'd like this dress!"

"Not this one, I want the whole set."

"Waiter, I'll take all three of these. Please go and get them for me quickly according to my size."

Their shop was originally planned to have six fitting rooms in a row. At first, Huang Yunya and Hu Dahai were worried that six might be too many.

However, Hu Dahai insisted on having six fitting rooms because he felt that the clothes he designed were still very novel and worth having six fitting rooms for.

However, given the situation today, there were clearly fewer than six fitting rooms.

Meanwhile, in the fitting room, the line for trying on clothes was already incredibly long.

Because Hu Dahai was a man, he wasn't involved in the sales at all. So Huang Yunya assigned him to the door to watch out for anyone trying to skip out on their bill.

On that day, their Haiya women's clothing store was packed with people from the moment the doors opened.

And it wasn't just one or two abortions.

Rather, it's the kind of place where there's always more than ten people in the store.

This meant that none of the staff had time to eat, so Hu Dahai had Wang Jian's men deliver a few meals to them.

Then they can take turns eating.

It was too late that night for them to take stock of their harvest.

The next morning, Hu Dahai and Huang Yunya arrived early to take stock of the day's harvest.

Under the cash register, there is a large drawer with a lock, which is filled with the money collected yesterday.

The moment Huang Yunya unlocked the drawer and pulled it open, both of them started breathing rapidly.

The huge drawer was now filled with money.

The two of them squatted down and counted out the money one bill at a time.

Ten yuan, twenty yuan...

They spent several minutes counting the money.

Finally, all the money was added up.

They sold over 14,000 yuan worth of clothes that day.

It's important to know that Huang Yunya positions these clothes as high-end quality; a single dress can easily cost fifty or sixty yuan, which is equivalent to a month's wages for some workers.

"I didn't expect that even with such high prices, city people would buy them without hesitation. Tsk tsk," Hu Dahai exclaimed in amazement.

Huang Yunya tucked her loose hair behind her ears and said with a smile, "You underestimate our pursuit of beauty. No woman doesn't want to buy beautiful new clothes, unless she doesn't have the money to buy them."

“If these clothes weren’t produced by my own hands, and if I didn’t have sample garments at home, I would definitely be one of these buyers.”

Hu Dahai chuckled awkwardly; he had truly underestimated the immense spending power of these women.

You should know that the profit margin on these clothes is exceptionally high, at least 80%, and sometimes even over 90%.

It's like selling a piece of clothing; a few dollars in the price is the cost, and the rest is profit.

This means that of the more than 10,000 yuan they paid yesterday, at least 13,000 yuan was profit.

Wow, Hu Dahai thinks the clothing business must be incredibly profitable.

No wonder those clothing companies in my previous life were able to make so much money.

They could even go public and increase their market value to hundreds of billions.

"This is only the first day."

Just as Hu Dahai was thinking this, Huang Yunya whispered from the side, "Today will probably be even busier than yesterday."

“Some people didn’t know yesterday, but today, as word spreads, more and more people will definitely find out.”

"So there will definitely be more people coming today than yesterday."

"I expect the number of people to increase in the next few days."

Huang Yunya said excitedly that she felt very accomplished as one of the founders that these clothes were selling so well.

Sure enough, when they opened their doors to welcome guests today, there were many more people at the entrance than yesterday. Yesterday there were forty or fifty people, but today there were at least seventy or eighty people chatting at the entrance.

Some of them had been here yesterday.

An elderly woman, while squeezing her way in, muttered, "I didn't manage to buy that pretty dress yesterday, but no one can take it from me today. I'm going to buy it no matter what."

Hu Dahai was dumbfounded. This old lady, who must have been at least 60, was actually squeezing in here with a group of young girls.

For Hu Dahai and Huang Yunya, especially Huang Yunya, this day was destined to be another extremely busy one.

Meanwhile, Huang Yunya was selling these clothes with great success, and her business was booming.

At Huang Renfa's home, Huang Renfa looked at Huang Yunya's empty seat, which had been empty for some time, and said with some dissatisfaction: "What's going on? Why is Yunya so busy every day now?"

“Didn’t you say last time that he works in a garment factory? Tell me which garment factory it is, I’ll go and take a look. We can’t let Huang Yunya be targeted by thieves.”