roccoschili Chapter 153 Buying a 4 Courtyard
Chapter 153 Buying a 4 Courtyard
the next day.
Li Cunxi's schedule is almost full.
In the morning, I sent Bai Maowen's mother-in-law-to-be to the hospital and asked Wei Dazhuang's daughter-in-law Xiao Zhong to help find an expert. After some examination, she went through the hospitalization procedures.
In general.
Wang Yanfen's mother didn't have any major problems. She just believed in quack doctors and kept her in bed to recuperate. She didn't do rehabilitation training in time, otherwise she would have regained her mobility long ago.
leave the hospital.
Li Cunxi first went to the garment factory and checked the progress of the clothes. After two days of work, the clothes were still in the cutting stage. According to the construction period given by his uncle, it would take about half a month before a batch of goods could be produced.
In fact, he is not in a hurry to let the garment factory rush to work. After all, the remaining batch of fabrics for cheongsam has not yet been obtained.
After leaving the garment factory, he went to Jin Wen's house and found that all five of his guys were playing poker together.
"boss."
"Brother Xie."
When the five people saw Li Cunxi arriving, they all said hello.
"Go ahead and play."
Li Cunxi walked to the table and picked up a small account book. As the business got on track, he asked several people to learn how to keep accounts and count them all how much money and pieces of clothing were sold every day.
According to the account records, in the two days since he was away, a total of 1 yuan was sold, of which the toad mirror sold for 1000 and [-] yuan, and the jeans only sold for [-] yuan.
"Jin Wen, why don't these jeans sell for much money? Didn't you sell them as I said?"
he asked.
According to the records in the ledger, 10 items were sold on the first day, and less than six were sold on the second day.
But based on the situation when he proposed the MUJI marketing plan on the first day, everyone bought it, and the sales of pants should slowly increase. Now, instead of increasing sales, they have decreased, which is a bit abnormal.
"As for Muji, I tried my best to sell it as you said, but Zhu San's grandson followed suit again and took his junk jeans and sold them under the banner of Muji. The price was only thirty, and he also found two little girls. Wearing serious Apple brand jeans and showing them to those customers will make them mistakenly think that his junk pants will have the same effect when worn."
"That means you don't let me beat that grandson, otherwise I would have slapped him a few times the day before yesterday."
Jin Wen said angrily.
"I see."
Li Cunxi put down his account book.
After all, this is the era of the planned economy. People are still not rich when spending money. Without the blessing of brands, consumers will never buy expensive products once they are cheap.
Typically bad money drives out good money.
But what impressed him was that Zhu Santang actually learned how to find models without a teacher.
Originally, he also planned to find a few models, apply some makeup, and wear the backlog of bat shirts for promotion.
Unfortunately, Xu Yanran never got the makeup he wanted, so the plan fell through. As for the batch of bat shirts, only a few hundred pieces were sold on Xiushui Street, and there was still a lot of inventory. But he is not short of funds now, nor is he I am anxious to think of a plan to sell this batch of goods.
"Brother Xie, should we also sell them for 30 yuan each? I'm sure it will make Zhu San's grandson unable to sell anything."
Jin Wen said with hatred.
Pa~!
Li Cunxi was hit on the back of the head by Jin Wen again: "We can make more money than we can to support our family, so why should we make less? I'll come up with a new sales plan later."
Before the proliferation of jeans in Beijing, you must sell them as expensive as you can. Otherwise, the good days will be gone forever. When you can’t even make five yuan for a pair of pants, you will cry without regrets. .
"Okay, listen to Xige."
Jin Wen stood there and giggled.
Without Li Cunxi around, he was still willing to use his brain, but once Li Cunxi was around, he didn't want to use his brain at all, because he knew that no matter how much he used his brain, he wouldn't be as smart as his big brother.
"By the way, go to the telephone office and ask if you can install a phone personally."
Li Cunxi ordered.
In the 80s, telephones were not widely used. When people made calls, in addition to going to the office of the state-owned factory where they were located, the most common way was to go to the telephone exchange.
The landline phones installed now are not actually called landlines, but are called program-controlled telephones.
Moreover, there are few resources for this thing. He estimates that even if someone can install it, the price will be unexpectedly sky-high.
"Oh, I'll ask in the afternoon."
Jin Wen nodded.
"You go play cards, and I'll think about how to sell pants at night."
Li Cunxi sent Jin Wen away and began to think of a solution.
In fact, he can think of hundreds of marketing strategies in one minute, but using one kind of strategy and following the trend cannot solve the fundamental problem.
Therefore, he still had to think of a strategy that Zhu San could not follow.
Take out a pen from the table and open the blank page of the ledger.
Li Cunxi began to write various drafts, and then crossed them out one by one. It was not until lunch that he came up with a similar plan.
We had lunch at Jin Wen's house, arranged some small tasks for several people, and talked about future plans.
It's more of a drawing than a plan.
No matter what era, no matter how good the employees are, they will inevitably try to make a bigger pie. Otherwise, even if the employees do not want to start their own business, they will feel that they are not pursuing their goals and will be passive in their work.
They chatted until 02:30, fooling the five of them into looking forward to the future and wanting to set up a stall to make money right away.
Li Cunxi also left with satisfaction and drove straight to Beijing University.
Come over for about ten minutes.
Professor Liu and Bai Xiaoyan came out together.
After the two got into the car.
Li Cunxi said politely: "Professor Liu, please excuse me."
"Don't say that. It will be more troublesome for you to accompany me on a business trip in two days."
Professor Liu quickly replied.
Li Cunxi smiled, turned around and drove east.
On the road.
He deliberately inquired about the owner of the house.
The other party was one of the people who were sent abroad by the government in the 70s. They found a husband in the United States. A few years after returning to the country after completing their studies, the husband could not adapt to the life in the Dragon Country, so the owner of the house quit his relatively good job in the Dragon Country and planned to return to the country. Settled in the United States.
Hear this.
Li Cunxi had a calculation in his mind. In the 70s, he could be sent out by the government and his status was extremely noble. Maybe after negotiating the price of this house, he could get an unexpected harvest.
Under the command of Professor Liu.
The jeep parked in a wide alley. Outside the alley, a bunch of children were playing wildly, but they didn't dare to be interested when they saw the car.
Because at the entrance of this alley, there is a Hongqi, a Shanghai brand car parked.
The three got out of the car.
Professor Liu greeted a couple standing not far away.
"Mary."
"Brother Liu."
A well-dressed woman came over. She was also wearing a cheongsam. Judging from its color and texture, it was an expensive item.
Professor Liu made a kiss with the woman.
Li Cunxi was delighted, he was so damn classy.
Sure enough, all returnees from overseas have their own aura of being poor and sophisticated.
Just happy for a second.
There was a twinge of pain in my waist.
He immediately straightened his face.
"You are beautiful!"
Bai Xiaoyan waited for him.
I thought my husband was silly because he wanted to have sex with this beautiful woman.