Chapter 69 A Good Start, a Good Start

Just now, Song Yu Nuan had ridden several laps in the open space of the warehouse, and could fully master this 28-bar bicycle.

So, he carried the little old lady to the door of the department store.

At this time, the 28-bar bicycle had a stand at the back. When the stand was opened, the bicycle would stop steadily on the ground.

We found an open space, and there were people selling dried fruits from the mountains next to it. Here, it is called hawthorn, and its scientific name is hawthorn. It is particularly beautiful when the flowers bloom.

It costs one cent per cup, and some people really buy it.

On the other side, there are people selling maltose, and there are stalls selling oil fruits. It seems that the price is very expensive, and there are few people in front of the stalls.

Song Yu Nuan realized a problem, that is, people are still used to buying things in the building of the department store with tickets.

However, someone has to start first.

So, he took out the twenty shoulder bags and hair flowers in the bag, hung the shoulder bags on the handlebars, and strung the hair flowers in a string. In a blink of an eye, the door with monotonous colors seemed to be blooming with flowers.

Not long after, a group of people gathered around.

Most of them are women.

Especially young girls.

A girl asked curiously: "What do you do?"

Song Yu Nuan smiled and didn't answer directly, but pointed to the shoulder bag and hairpins on her body: "The shoulder bag is three yuan each, the big hairpins are sixty cents and the small ones are thirty cents, and the big hairpins are one yuan for two. I don't bring much goods today, and it's a bit late, so buy two shoulder bags for five yuan, buy ten hairpins and get one for free."

Oh, it turns out that they are selling things.

The price is not cheap, but it's not expensive either.

Someone asked: "Where are you from?"

Although Mrs. Song was nervous, after all, it was her first time, but facing a group of young girls, she was very calm and would not tell you where her family was or how she came from.

She smiled and said, "Oh, this is unique in our county. Even the provincial capital doesn't have it. You are all so pretty, but you can't always use hair bands and handkerchiefs. Let's try something new to make you prettier than you are now. Look at my granddaughter wearing a shoulder bag and a hair flower. Isn't she very beautiful?"

Song Yu Nuan was wearing a plaid coat, work trousers, a pair of leather shoes, a rainbow bag on her back, a double ponytail, and a so-called hair flower that they had never seen before.

Just like the big stars in the pictorials.

Beautiful and fashionable with a different style.

The power of models as role models is infinite. Song Yu Nuan's advertising effect is good, so someone was the first to pay, and with the first one, there was a second one.

Especially the service attitude is good, you can pick whatever you want, as long as it is not damaged.

As for the shoulder bag, you can carry it and test it to let others see the effect.

This time, Song Yu Nuan brought 30 shoulder bags and 200 hair flowers.

It was a whole bag.

Or maybe it's good to sell this, no need to worry about squeezing, no need to worry about expiration, and no need to worry about hygiene issues.

You don't even need to pack it, just pick it up and go.

Those who bought shoulder bags put it on their backs directly, and as for the hair flowers, some even took out a small mirror and saw how beautiful they looked in the mirror, so they couldn't bear to take it off and put it on and went away.

Some smart people bought two shoulder bags together.

They saved 50 cents at once, and they could buy a hair flower for an extra 10 cents.

It's not an exaggeration at all, these things sold very quickly, and they were sold out in less than an hour.

Old Mrs. Song thought that it was largely because of her granddaughter's proofing.

The man selling hawthorns next to her exchanged three cups of hawthorns for a small hair flower, and when she wanted to exchange it again, it was sold out.

Old Mrs. Song only knew that her granddaughter's shoulder bag was full of money.

Her hands were shaking.

She didn't expect it to be so popular.

She thought it would be good if she could sell a few.

It was a good start!

Just when they were about to leave, seven or eight girls came, all of whom came after hearing about it, but unfortunately they were sold out.

Originally it was optional, but suddenly I felt I had to buy it.

Mrs. Song told a few people that they would come again in a few days.

The girls were anxious and asked how many days it would be. They couldn't come every day and wait.

Song Yu Nuan: "Next week, at the same time, I will definitely come."

Some units will have a half-day holiday on Saturday afternoon.

Otherwise, there would be no time to go shopping in the department store.

The old lady wanted to say that they could actually come tomorrow, but Xiao Nuan must listen to this matter, otherwise everyone would say different things and be laughed at by outsiders.

In broad daylight, there was no way to count the money.

But there was also a shoulder bag for Ji Xinyi and a hair flower for Yingying in the bag.

It would be better to leave a group behind than to leave one person behind.

Old man Ji's daughter and granddaughter must be given.

When they arrived at Songshu Hutong, Mrs. Song did not go in: "I am old, and people will have to entertain me if I go there. It will be so troublesome. You go alone, and come out after delivering the things. Let's hurry home."

Song Yu Nuan felt that what her grandmother said made sense, so she rode her bicycle into the hutong.

At this time, Qin Siqi and Lin Qing were in Ji Lao's yard.

Lin Qing was giving Ji Lao a gift.

In half a month, my sister's condition was basically stable, and the rest was just a matter of slowly recovering.

After another week of treatment, they should return to Beidu.

Lin Qing collected a lot of good things for Ji Lao, but she didn't expect to see Qin Siqi just as she was about to go out. Thinking of Song Yu Nuan, Lin Qing gnashed her teeth in hatred.

So, she sat down and talked with Qin Siqi.

This talk lasted for a whole morning.

Qin Siqi didn't expect that the development of things was different from what she saw when she was in a coma.

Qin Siqi felt like she was dreaming.

But what dream could be so great?

At noon, after the exam at the electronics factory, Zheng Dong and Lu Feng, who looked lonely, came to the guesthouse.

Qin Siqi's mind was in a mess.

Human beings like to think about what they can't get.

This is true for both men and women.

But if Lu Feng was gentle and obedient to her, maybe Qin Siqi wouldn't be obsessed, but the way Lu Feng looked at her was one of-it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, how could Xiao Nuan go back to the countryside?

Qin Siqi wanted to get angry, but Lu Feng was not familiar with her at this time.

Even in her coma, she and Lu Feng only slowly came together after Song Yunuan died.

Lu Feng hid in the room, obviously not giving up.

After all, Song Yunuan is still alive now.

She heard that Mr. Ji was here, so she came with Lin Qing to deliver something to Mr. Ji.

She also made friends with the great Chinese doctor and added weight to herself.

There were not only Lin Qing and Qin Siqi in the room, but also Su Junze who was talking to Mr. Ji respectfully.

Seeing Song Yunuan coming in, without waiting for Mr. Ji to speak, Lin Qing touched her face, remembered the two slaps, and her eyes were full of gloom.

It was not visible on the outside, but it hurt for several days inside.

It was the kind of burning pain.

It just got better in the past few days.

Not only was it humiliating, but it also made her feel miserable.

She stared at Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan asked unceremoniously: "Lin Qing, why are you staring at me?"

Lin Qing stood up suddenly, Su Junze hurried over, held her, and whispered: "Qing'er!"

Unexpectedly, Song Yunuan pointed at Qin Siqi, who also looked unfriendly: "And you, why are you staring at me too?"

Song Yunuan was not reckless.

The brave wins when two meet on a narrow road.

Since it is a situation that cannot be reconciled, why should we compromise?

Asking for monthly tickets, thank you~