Make a Fortune and Become Well-off [90] - Chapter 111

The goods left behind by the clothing factory were usually in the largest or smallest sizes. Uncle Wang Yong had selected Jiang Ning’s batch of goods carefully—he didn’t give her only the largest or smallest sizes, but a full range. However, there were still more of the largest and smallest sizes in stock.

At that moment, Jiang Ning was wearing the smallest size of clothes, and she chose a pair of small leather shoes with flat heels for herself.

The little girl who had originally been wearing completely ill-fitting and patched, tattered clothes seemed completely transformed after changing into the new clothes.

Wang Yong couldn’t help scratching his head when he saw it, and a second thought came to his mind.

One thing that came to mind was the very famous beauty writer in Wanwan. If Jiang Ning was photographed at that moment and used as a cover promotion for her works, the sales of her books would probably increase a lot.

He shook his head and dismissed the thought. Jiang Ning was still a high school student studying in school, and that kind of publicity method was not suitable for her.

“How about it?” Jiang Ning turned around and asked Wang Yong if her outfit matched well.

After changing her clothes and coming out, Jiang Ning realized that she had forgotten to prepare a mirror in the shop, so she made a note to buy one later.

People who were attracted by the sound of the advertisement that the factory director and a young lady had run away, saw Jiang Ning coming out after changing her clothes. They immediately pointed at Jiang Ning’s outfit and asked, “Boss, how much is the outfit your sister is wearing?”

Many large pieces of paper had been pasted on the wall, with prices written on them in thick black pen. 

Wang Yong read accordingly, “Coat thirty-nine yuan.”

“Twenty-nine yuan.”

That price was much cheaper than those shops in the center of the street that often charged more than 100 to 80 or 90 yuan. But they still habitually asked, “Boss, can it be any cheaper?”

Jiang Ning, now wearing brand-new clothes, went to hang more clothes and pointed to the big price paper on the wall, saying, “The price is clearly marked, no bargaining.”

“Boss, just give me ten yuan off. I want these clothes,” said a woman who came in.

“If I give you ten yuan off, then I won’t make any money but will still lose some,” Jiang Ning told the truth. After deducting rent, postage, and the cost of the clothes, she only calculated the cost price of each piece of clothing. They could earn about eight to twelve yuan per piece. The idea was to make small profits but with quick turnover. Grandpa Jiang only needed to collect money, hang clothes, and get the sizes for others—he didn’t need to worry about the rest.

The sister who came in spent more than 20 minutes with Jiang Ning, asking her to help try on clothes, picking and choosing with some reluctance. After realizing Jiang Ning wouldn’t negotiate on price, she finally chose a small size, gritted her teeth, and bought the clothes.

She felt that her daughter would look as good as the boss’s sister in that cotton coat.

She had spotted a similar cotton coat in the middle of the street, but it wasn’t as good-looking. The price was one hundred yuan, and they wouldn’t sell it for even fifty yuan.

Of course, they didn’t know how to sell. The rent for the shop in the center of the street was much higher than here. Every time they purchased goods, they had to go to the Shenzhen market in person, and what they got wasn’t first-hand supply. Including tolls, accommodation fees, and various expenses on the road, the cost was much higher than in Jiang Ning’s shop.

Jiang Ning was just lucky that she happened to be a Wuxia artist.

The magazine’s founding place was in Guangzhou. To ensure her manuscript was submitted on time, they specially arranged for an editor to come over. That editor happened to be a local in Guangzhou and had relatives with a factory, so he directly provided her with first-hand sources of goods. She didn’t have to run the errands herself, which saved time and money.

The only problem was that since the styles were selected by others, and some were even stock from previous years, there was no guarantee in terms of style and quality.

Fortunately, because of Wang Yong’s connections, the quality of her batch of goods was pretty good.

With the first purchase, it would be easier to open the market later.

Jiang Ning didn’t look like the shop owner at first glance. Everyone thought Wang Yong was the shop owner and came over to ask him, “Young Man, did your Jiangnan Garment Factory really close down?”

Wang Yong looked at Jiang Ning, then at the sister who asked him, nodded vigorously, and said in his Guangzhou accent, “Yes, our garment factory has closed down, and they can’t pay wages. We can only sell the clothes to cover it. These were originally sold for one hundred, two hundred, and three hundred yuan. You see, they’re all made of good materials. You can’t usually buy them outside. If our factory hadn’t closed down and the factory director hadn’t run away with a young lady, we’d only need to use the clothes from the factory to offset the salary. How could you find such cheap and good clothes outside?”

The older ladies, urged by the strange advertisement, immediately believed him when they heard the young man’s accent, which was obviously different from theirs in Wucheng. “This young man doesn’t have the accent of our Wucheng.”

“Jiangnan Garment Factory really closed.”

Then those who came to hear the gossip asked, “Did your factory director really run away with a young lady?”

“Is it true that your factory director is into drinking, prostitution, and gambling?”

“Why do they owe so much money—more than 30 million yuan?”

“What a sin.”

Others asked Jiang Ning, “Little girl, how much for the clothes on this model?”

“The coat is 39, and the sweater and pants are 29.”

The pants on the model were bell-bottoms, which were particularly popular at the time. When worn on the model, they looked very fashionable because they were well-matched.

In the 1990s, people were pursuing fashion. When they saw such good-looking and cheap clothes, they were all attracted by the advertisement at the door. After a while, many people came inside.

It happened to be the end of the year, and Chinese New Year was two months away. There was a custom in their area that no matter how much money they earned that year, when the New Year came, they had to give their children a new pair of shoes and new clothes.

The same went for the Jiang family. Every Chinese New Year, Jiang Song and Jiang Bai got new clothes. Jiang Ning, however, only wore the new clothes her cousin handed her because she had never worn them before.

Yes, as long as it was worn once, it was considered new clothes.

Jiang Ning had only once worn a new set of clothes her aunt bought for her. Those were the most beautiful clothes in her memory. She had remembered them for many years, and she had also missed her aunt for many years.