Chapter 6: A Little Poplar with a Tendency

Chapter 6: A Little Poplar with a Tendency

Chapter 6: The Stubborn Little Yangzhi
If little Yangzhi hadn't been crying and saying that she had no food to eat, Xu Mingyuan really wouldn't have been willing to endure this hardship.

With his ability, even if he works as a salesperson in a 4S store for a few days, he can earn at least yuan and have no worries at all.

Since Xiao Yangzhi is worried about her future, let her earn some living expenses by herself and cultivate her independence at the same time.

When the father failed to educate his children well, he, as the older brother, has to take over.

Seeing that the money was almost spent, Xu Mingyuan didn't stay long and took Xiao Yangzhi on the way back.

When Xu Mingyuan was pushed awake, he found that the dim street lights outside the window were already on.

I searched my trouser pockets and found that my cell phone was gone. It was still not completely dark, so it should be around six in the evening.

"What do you want me to do?" Xu Mingyuan asked.

"We're almost at the station." Yang Zhi said in a low voice.

"Isn't this past the tunnel? There are still several kilometers to go."

"Oh."

"You didn't get any sleep?"

Seeing her depressed look, Xu Mingyuan couldn't help but ask.

Xiao Yangzhi didn't answer, just shook his head.

"You are so stubborn. We are going back to Nanxi, which is the final stop. The traffic control will clear the area even if you don't ask me to."

Xu Mingyuan was speechless. How could this silly girl have no opinion of her own?

"what?"

Yang Zhi was stunned and she didn't think about it in this direction.

"Forget it, you are such a fool. There is no hope for you. Why don't you inherit some of your mother's brains?"

Xu Mingyuan, who was a bit rude, saw that Xiao Yangzhi was holding her mouth again, and he didn't want to make her cry, so he didn't make any sarcastic remarks.

Young girls are usually very sensitive, and besides, the other person meant well, so I didn't feel like dozing off along the way.

"Do you know what we are going to do?"

After a while, Xu Mingyuan said something out of the blue.

"No, I don't know."

Yang Zhi came back to his senses when he heard Xu Mingyuan talking.

"Why don't you just set up a street stall? Do you think buying these things is fun?"

"Ah."

"Are you sorry?"

"Ah."

Yang Zhi was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"There's nothing I can do. Money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat. If I can't rely on my parents, I can only rely on myself."

Xu Mingyuan knew that she was thin-skinned, so he gave her a shot of precaution.

"Hmm." Yang Zhi was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Will it be possible to sell it?"

Not being able to sell it means having no food to eat. Yang Zhi didn’t dare to think about the consequences of having no food to eat.

"No, there isn't much entertainment at night, and there are so many people visiting the night market. You can cheat them out of dozens of dollars by treating it as a treasure." Xu Mingyuan said casually.

Seeing that he said it so easily, Yang Zhi felt a little relieved.

03 was the year when the night market was at its most prosperous. By then, I had recovered from the shadow of being laid off, and my life was getting better and better.

At this time, you can easily make three to two thousand yuan a month by setting up a stall at the night market. You should know that nowadays skilled technical workers only earn a maximum of fifteen or sixteen thousand yuan a month.

After a few years, when everyone knew that setting up stalls could make money and there were more street stalls, they began to tidy up the cityscape, until the street stall economy was completely ended.

When we arrived at the night market closest to our home, it was already crowded and there was no room left on either side of the road.

It was not a problem to lose the position. Xu Mingyuan went to the store to buy two boxes of cigarettes for ten yuan. He saw a man in his fifties setting up a stand to sell clothes, so he walked towards him.

"Uncle, please lend me some light. My sister and I will sell some jewelry. We just need a place to stay."

Xu Mingyuan smiled and gave the uncle two boxes of cigarettes.

There will be no competition for customers between selling clothes and selling accessories, and the products are complementary. Someone who wants to buy clothes may suddenly be tempted to buy when he sees accessories being sold nearby.

"You're so young and you're already setting up a stall? You're really promising, much better than my kid. Lao Zhang, quickly find a place for the two kids."

The aunt who was also setting up a stall nearby grabbed the cigarette and stuffed it into Xu Mingyuan's hand while talking.

"I've already bought it, and it's hard to return it, otherwise I'll just have to throw it away."

It was a debt of gratitude to take someone else's money, and one had to pay stall fees at the night market. Xu Mingyuan didn't want to use someone else's space for free, so after refusing several times, he finally gave the cigarettes away.

The couple cleared a space in the middle and brought two small stools for them.

Xu Mingyuan thanked her repeatedly, and when he saw Yang Zhi silently tidying up the stall, he tapped her on the head.

"Don't you have any tact at all? Why don't you thank me quickly?"

"Thank you, uncle, thank you, aunt." Yang Zhi quickly stood up and bowed to express his gratitude.

"no, I'm fine."

The auntie waved her hand with a smile, and when she saw a customer coming, she went to greet the guest.

Xu Mingyuan was not idle either. He asked the couple who set up the stall for a piece of cardboard and made a simple sign.

Fine agate jadeite self-selected beads: 5 yuan for six, 6 yuan for seven... 10 yuan for eleven. Sandalwood beads 3 yuan each, buy two and get one agate bead free.

"Brother, did you write it wrong?" Yang Zhi couldn't help but ask.

"No, what's wrong?" Xu Mingyuan answered casually.

"Six for five dollars, twelve for ten dollars."

Yang Zhi is a good student. She doesn’t even need to calculate the answer to this question. She can see the problem at a glance.

"You know shit. How could I not know that ten yuan is twelve?"

Xu Mingyuan rolled his eyes at her impatiently. This was just a gimmick to attract people. It was a very common means of attracting people in later generations. However, many people did not know about it because information was not well developed now.

"Oh……"

"Listen carefully. If someone else wants to buy something, you should sell it according to what is written on the label. If someone asks you anything, you should just say 'Aba Aba' and act like a fool. Do you understand?"

"..."

Yang Zhi's face turned red from holding it in, and she looked very reluctant, but she couldn't refute it.

"Forget it. You look stupid just standing here. No need to pretend."

"But what if someone really gives me ten yuan?" Yang Zhi thought for a while and asked weakly.

"Didn't I tell you? The price is clearly marked. I'll sell them for eleven if you give me ten yuan."

"What about the five dollars?"

"You're stupid. I told you to sell it according to the sign. You should give me six."

"What if someone buys it for five dollars?"

"Then give them six by six. You are so stupid. I have written it on the cardboard. Do you still need me to repeat it over and over again?"

"no need……"

Yang Zhi quickly shook his head.

"Then shout quickly and read what's written on the cardboard."

In order to let Xiao Yangzhi build up her courage, Xu Mingyuan gave this task to her.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Yang Zhi took a deep breath and said, "Selling self-selected skewers, five yuan for six, six yuan for seven..."

However, as his face grew redder, his shouting became quieter.

Later, Xu Mingyuan could not even hear any sound, and only felt a mosquito buzzing around him.

Knowing that Xiao Yangzhi was unreliable, Xu Mingyuan also started to greet passers-by. He was thick-skinned and had done this business during college, so he was familiar with it.

After a while, several people gathered around.

After confirming that the words on the sign were correct, several interested customers began to select beads.

There are also bracelets for sale in the night market, but most of them are ready-made products, and Xu Mingyuan doesn’t sell them too expensively. If you calculate it, one bracelet is only two or three yuan more expensive, which is acceptable to people passing by.

In fact, what this stall sells is a self-selected product, which provides more choices than the finished beads.

Xu Mingyuan didn't care how it was sold as long as he could get money. But Xiao Yangzhi was determined to follow what was written on the cardboard. An old lady actually thought she was a silly child.

Facing this stubborn little girl, Xu Mingyuan could only shake his head and let her go.

They sold together for a while, and seeing that Yang Zhi had already learned it, he stayed aside to supervise.

Young people should exercise more. Let Xiao Yangzhi take care of this.

"Brother, someone just took two extra ones."

After a group of people left, Yang Zhi leaned over to Xu Mingyuan and whispered something in his ear.

"Has the man paid?"

"I gave you ten dollars."

"It's okay, as long as you give the money you won't see it."

Xu Mingyuan waved his hand indifferently. The cost of one bead was less than 20 cents, and the profit was already enough. It didn't matter if he took two more.

There are many people who come to patronize the store, but not many actually buy anything. They only make a few dollars, so actually they don’t make much money.

Xu Mingyuan calculated the cost and thought it would be good if he could make two or three hundred yuan that night.

It’s okay to set up a stall to earn some living, but it’s not a long-term solution.

Xu Mingyuan felt a little bored, so he patted Xiao Yangzhi on the shoulder and said, "If you don't have change, go to your aunt and get some change. I'll go for a walk."

He pulled out a fifty-yuan bill from the pile of change and left her to work as a laborer.

(End of this chapter)