Chapter 398 Foreign Investment!

Yang Ming was really surprised to see several aunties selling clothes here.

After all, this was 1979, not the 1990s, let alone after 2000.

The clothes here still seemed to be mainly gray, black, and navy blue, and there were not many of them. They were just put on ordinary racks, and then these new clothes were placed here.

Occasionally, other citizens passed by and came to take a look, or asked about the price, and left if they found it was not suitable.

Yang Ming knew that these clothes should not be mass-produced by garment factories, but produced by their own or private small workshops.

"Handsome guy."

Seeing Yang Ming coming over with sunglasses, I wanted to ask Yang Ming to buy clothes.

Looking at the clothes of Yang Ming and others, the quality of these clothes is much better than what they sell here. Judging from the clothes these people wear, they must look down on the clothes here.

"Pretty girl, can I touch your clothes?" An aunt selling clothes looked at Zhong Chuhong and asked.

"Sure."

The auntie who was selling clothes touched the skirt worn by Chung Chu-hung and felt that the quality was different. It felt very soft and comfortable. She had not seen a skirt made of this kind of fabric in China.

"Pretty girl, where did you buy this dress?"

"Hong Kong."

It turned out that she bought it in Hong Kong, no wonder.

"How much is it?"

How much?

The skirts worn by Ah Zhu and Chung Chu-hung are really not cheap. At least it may take an ordinary person in China a month's salary to afford it.

Chung Chu-hung said a number, and the auntie who was selling clothes seemed very surprised.

"Auntie, how much is your dress?"

"I sell it for 6 yuan a set here."

6 yuan a set?

Based on the current salary in China, it is indeed not cheap, which means that one month's salary can only buy a few sets of new clothes.

"However, this vest and sweatshirt are only 80 cents each."

This white vest and red vest are very thin, and they are very cool and comfortable to wear in summer. This sweatshirt is also made of pure cotton, but it is more sweat-absorbent and is also more comfortable to wear in summer.

Yang Ming picked it up and found that the quality was actually quite good. Compared to the set of ‘Dacron’ that ordinary people bought and wore, it was much cheaper.

Yang Ming’s identity meant that he would not wear it.

On the contrary, Zhang Guohua and other bodyguards thought it was quite good. He wanted to buy some to take back to Hong Kong to wear, or even send it back to his relatives in his hometown.

Although Lin Dezhong had already prepared new clothes for them.

“Mr. Yang, I want to buy some to take back to Hong Kong, and I want to buy some to send to my family.”

Mainly because Zhang Guohua and others thought that 80 cents per piece was not bad. If they bought it in a department store in Yanjing, they might have to pay a higher price.

Their food, drinks, and daily necessities were all covered by the state. However, they also had a salary of ten yuan per month, which they had previously sent back to their families in their hometowns.

This time, they went south to protect Mr. Yang, and the authorities gave each of them a special subsidy of 50 yuan. They had been carrying this money.

Yang Ming did not expect that these people would still need to buy clothes.

Chen Zhenhua reminded, "Guohua, our Yang family has distributed new clothes."

Chen Zhenhua really didn't expect Zhang Guohua and his friends to be interested in these clothes.

"Then buy them."

When the aunts selling clothes heard that Zhang Guohua and his friends were interested, they immediately became very enthusiastic about selling.

They even took out a lot of vests and sweatshirts from the big bag at the back. They originally sold them to others for 0.8 yuan each, but now they bought a lot at one time and could bargain. They were ready to sell them for 0.6 yuan each.

Zhang Guohua and his friends also have many brothers in their family, so they bought a lot now.

"Don't you want them?"

Yang Ming looked at Chen Zhenhua and asked.

"Boss, I'm not used to wearing those."

Many people who have just immigrated to Hong Kong also like to wear these vests and sweatshirts.

Like Zhang Zaiqiang, a gangster who appeared in the 1990s, he just likes to wear a red vest.

Chen Zhenhua and his friends grew up in Hong Kong since childhood. There are too many clothes to choose from there, so there is no need to buy these.

When Zhang Guohua and his friends finished buying,

The aunties selling clothes seemed even happier. Each of Zhang Guohua and his friends bought 10 to 20 pieces, which means that they have been doing business for almost a week.

Of course they are happy to make money.

"Auntie, how many pieces do you usually sell here?"

Yang Ming asked.

"About a dozen pieces."

A dozen pieces are not bad for them.

Each piece can make 20 cents, and a dozen pieces can make 3 or 4 yuan.

In a month, they really make a lot.

Yang Ming did a simple calculation and was a little surprised.

These aunties selling clothes, in a month, wouldn't the net profit be hundreds of yuan?

"Auntie, then you make hundreds of yuan a month?"

"About! It's better during the Chinese New Year. During that time, you can make two or three hundred yuan a month."

At this time, Yang Ming was still nothing.

Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were surprised.

Their salaries are not that high.

Although the state provides food and accommodation, it is only a few dozen yuan a month.

These aunties selling clothes have a net profit of dozens or hundreds of yuan a month.

These two people were really surprised.

This is too profitable.

If Mr. Yang hadn't taken them out for a walk, they wouldn't have known that selling clothes was so profitable.

Yang Ming nodded, he thought it was normal.

That's how selling clothes is.

Later, several wholesale markets in Yangcheng that bought and sold clothes first produced a large number of millionaires, and later wholesale markets that sold clothes produced a large number of millionaires, and even tens of millions of millionaires.

There are also many, even from other provinces, not local.

Yang Ming thought it was nothing, and Ah Zhu and Zhong Chuhong were also a little surprised, because domestic prices are very low now, which means that the higher the income, the better the quality of life.

"Auntie, your business is good, better than working in a state-owned enterprise and having a stable job."

"How can a stable job be good? A stable job doesn't require you to do anything, and you just wait for your salary every month. We have to set up stalls every day, exposed to the sun and rain. When there are more vendors selling clothes, it won't be so easy to make money. I heard that there are some new garment factories in Wancheng, and the purchase price there is lower, but it is difficult to go from Yangcheng to Wancheng." The aunt selling clothes said inadvertently.

A garment factory in Wancheng?

Yang Ming guessed that this must be foreign capital.

Either a garment factory from Hong Kong or a garment factory from other places.

With large-scale machine production in these garment factories, the production cost is naturally much lower than that of the current state-owned garment factories in China, or even private small workshops.

In this case, their prices are naturally very advantageous, and the wholesale price is naturally very low.

"Guangzhou and Pengcheng should have them." Yang Ming said.

"Then it seems that I have to ask the dead man at home to get the goods there." The aunt who sells clothes said.

When Zhang Guohua and others counted their clothes, they seemed very happy.

These clothes are all new, and it is also very face-saving to send them back to their hometown to their brothers, relatives and friends.

"Secretary Zhang, do you know where to send clothes?"

"Postal service. The post office in Yangcheng can be sent."

Secretary Zhang said.

"Zhang Guohua, you go and send the clothes back first, and wait for me at the Friendship Hotel."

"Mr. Yang, we have to protect your safety."

Yang Ming looked at them holding so many clothes, how to protect him?

What's more, Chen Zhenhua and others are here now.

"No need, you go and do your own things first."

"Yes, Mr. Yang."

Zhang Guohua and others seemed very happy.

They also bought those vests and sweatshirts for Lin Guoqiang who was far away in Hong Kong.

Chapter 5!

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