Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

“The two hundred lipsticks and one hundred lip balms we prepared were sold out immediately.

There are also many people coming from the department store, and Sister Qin has helped us promote it. I estimate that the passenger flow in their department store today will be less than usual. "

Wang Muzhi raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, I actually know the passenger flow now."

"Don't underestimate people. I can memorize what you usually tell me now. I know what passenger flow is."

Wang Hongying raised her head proudly at Wang Muzhi, squinting her eyes like an arrogant cat.

"Eat slowly."

While his sister was eating, Wang Muzhi got up and tidied up the store, checked and calculated the quantity that needed to be replenished, and wiped the counter.

"By the way, let's stock up on more goods tomorrow, maybe we can sell more."

"Silly girl, you are wrong about this. Cosmetics are consumables.

We were able to sell so many today just because of the freshness and the strength of the discounts. Our sales will return to normal in the future, and there is no need to stock up on so many. "

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a bag under his arm walked in, hunched over and with a professional smirk on his face.

As soon as this person came in, he first looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and then turned his attention to Wang Muzhi.

He took out a cigarette and handed it over.

"Little brother, have a cigarette."

"Sorry, comrade, smoking is prohibited here, because the smell of smoke will destroy the taste of cosmetics. I think you don't want the cosmetics you buy for your wife to smell like smoke, right?"

"Hehe, that makes sense." The man put his cigarette back and glanced at the counter.

"Comrade, what are you going to buy?"

Wang Muzhi thought this person was strange and kept a cautious eye on him.

"Little brother, how much money can you make as a salesperson here?"

"I can't make much money from my relatives' business."

Wang Muzhi responded with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the man changed the topic.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to earn much. Working for relatives these days is just exploitation. It's capitalism. Comrade, you know what capitalism is. Why should our country oppose it now..."

"Stop, stop, stop, what do you want to say?"

Wang Muzhi was amused by this man.

This guy didn't even buy anything when he entered the store, but he started to popularize capitalism.

"I think you are handsome, little brother, and I want to give you a chance to make money. Everything is fake these days, only banknotes are real, right?"

"Go, go, go, where did you come from? You have to at least pretend to lie, right?"

"Don't be like this Yingzi, I'll listen and then talk."

Wang Muzhi did not show any impatience.

On the contrary, I am very interested.

After all, some people are undoubtedly crazy in the eyes of others, but they are all epoch-making figures.

For example, the person who later founded Ant Group was often mistaken for a liar when he first went door-to-door to sell.

Maybe I can recruit such a talent?

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man would let Wang Muzhi defeat him in the next second.

I saw him taking out a few lip balms and lipsticks from his bag and handing them to Wang Muzhi in a sly manner.

"You are..."

"Little brother, how much can you earn working for people these days? As long as you mix my products in when you buy them, it will be different. Every time you sell one, I will give you a commission, like yours The store is so prosperous, I guarantee you can earn more than 30 yuan every month!"

Wang Muzhi was immediately speechless.

It turns out they are selling fakes!

In this era, people have very little awareness of the property rights of products, and counterfeiting incidents are endless. A considerable industrial chain has even been formed, providing one-stop services from counterfeiting to sales.

It can be even more popular than the real thing.

In previous lives, this kind of thing happened everywhere, especially in coastal areas with developed small commodity industries. They seemed inconspicuous, but they have become famous "world supermarkets."

What’s more, the “Yiwu Index” was born.

It is not only an industry benchmark for small commodity prices, but also a barometer for the country and even the world.

It can even be seen in the country's presidential campaign across the ocean.

In the 80s, counterfeiting here had become an industry.

Take the belt for example.

They will use a layer of yellow board paper mixed with straw and straw as the main body, then stick it on the outside with layers of glue, wrap it with a rag, and finally apply a layer of colored glue on the outside.

After drying, a "real leather" belt is ready.

The list goes on and on.

"What do you think, little brother? Let's work together and make sure you get a wife by the end of the year."

"No, you can keep it for yourself and don't give it away if you go slowly."

Whenever he saw this man, he would only act clever, and Wang Muzhi didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"Little brother, this is a way to get rich. You are working anyway, so why don't you just come here and eat both ends of the income? Are you not happy about earning more money?"

"I don't have such interest, and what matters in business is integrity. If you act like this, something will happen sooner or later."

Wang Muzhi turned around and wanted to ignore him, while Wang Hongying also stared at him angrily.

falsification.

She despised this kind of person the most.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a second, his face immediately drooped, and he cursed in a low voice.

"Fuck, a stinky migrant worker has a high level of consciousness. You deserve to be poor for the rest of your life!"

"What did you say, say it again!"

boom!

Wang Hongying grabbed the enamel jar full of tea and smashed it over, picked up the mop and rushed forward, shouting angrily.

"You... how can you hit someone?"

The middle-aged man obviously didn't expect Wang Hongying's temper to be so explosive.

"What's wrong with beating you? You're a piece of shit like you who specializes in selling fake goods. You're the one I'm beating. Come with me to the police station. I don't believe no one cares!"

"Come on, follow me!"

Wang Hongying grabbed the person and pulled him out.

This was a shady business. The middle-aged man broke free and ran out without even caring about losing one of his shoes.

"Bah, don't let me see you again!"

The middle-aged man rushed out 200 meters in one breath. When he saw that Wang Hongying did not catch up, he sat on the ground and breathed heavily. His cosmetics were scattered all over the floor.

"Grandma, you're so unlucky to meet a crazy girl."

"Wait a minute, I'm going to make you miserable!"

The middle-aged man took a few breaths and began to pick up the cosmetics on the ground. At this time, someone squatted down to help. He said "Hey" and said in surprise: "Comrade, you are very good at imitating it. How do you sell this thing?"

"If you don't want to sell it, don't sell it." The middle-aged man was still angry.

"Don't worry, this product looks like a fake Huibao brand. Maybe we have a common goal and can cooperate."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and met the other person's malicious gaze.

The two had a similar affinity and quickly reached a consensus.

Damn the Huibao brand!

"Brother, my name is Xu Baohua. I haven't asked for advice yet."

"I am an educated youth going to the countryside, Wang Tao."