Chapter 312: Unsure
May 28, 1982, Friday.
It’s almost five o’clock in the afternoon.
In order to occupy a good place, Ning Weimin deliberately led Luo Guangliang and his brothers to the south entrance of a small street on the north side of the road outside Jianguomen in Dongcheng District early.
They arrived very early indeed. The place was deserted and deserted, with no vendors doing business at all.
So that six of them and six tricycles casually occupied the best position at the street corner.
They can split up and guard both ends of the intersection, line up three cars on each side, and set up a position to sell goods.
But just because it was my first time here, I waited until I saw the environment clearly.
Except for Luo Guangliang, who admires Ning Weimin's abilities and still maintains confidence in him.
Everyone else was greatly frustrated, even quite disappointed.
Because none of them understood that this small street below them was not on the map, with a total length of 500 meters and a width of 8 meters.
What is it that deserves Ning Weimin's attention and why he specially organized everyone to come here to do business?
You know, this is the eastern suburbs outside the Second Ring Road.
These days, once you cross the Jianguomen Bridge, you are out of the city. There are few cars and few people.
Although where they were staying was right in front of Jianwai Street, there were not many people.
Moreover, besides the acacias on both sides of this small street, there are walls.
People passing by here, whether walking or riding bicycles, are not interested at all and take a second look at the street entrance or inside.
Instead, facing the unobstructed view of the Chaotian Avenue, he was traveling at a fast speed and his eyes were focused forward.
It seems that everyone has something to be busy with, as if they are nothing.
Such a situation cannot be compared with the downtown areas of Beijing, such as Qianmen, Xidan, Dashilan and Wangfujing.
Compared with the Friendship Store on the west side of this street and the Jianguo Hotel on the east side, it's not as good as an old one.
No matter how you look at it, it is definitely not a good place to do business.
Why do you have to come here? This is illogical.
To be honest, Luo Guangliang's prestige is here, and he took the initiative to lay out the goods silently.
His brothers did not dare to speak and started working.
Otherwise, this guy's dissatisfaction and doubts would have been expressed long ago.
I’m afraid I have to ask Ning Weimin in person.
Time is wasted silently in the indifference of no one and smoking.
Half an hour has passed, but something positive has emerged.
After everyone laid out their goods, many small merchants and hawkers came to this small street one after another, and it gradually became more lively.
It can be said that there is indeed a certain market prototype here.
It's a pity that the confidence of Luo Guangliang and his brothers was not restored much.
Because the colleagues who got together with them were all carrying burdens to sell fruits and vegetables.
Or there are people selling eggs or salted duck eggs with a basket.
There are also people selling soy tofu and pickles on bicycles with hanging baskets.
Or they might use a cart to push a few sacks to sell mung beans, red beans, and millet.
To put it bluntly, these vendors are just like going to a rural market. They mainly deal in agricultural products, turning this place into a free farmer's market.
So this situation made Luo Guangliang's brothers feel even more embarrassed.
In the incomprehensible and strange looks in the eyes of this gang of vendors, it seems that they are the weirdos who should not be here.
Even very soon, the subsequent development of the facts fully verified this point.
When the sun sets in the west and the clouds in the sky begin to turn golden. The south entrance of this small street finally ushered in its first burst of crowds and peak passenger flow.
The reason is that almost all the workers in the Dabeiyao factory have come off work.
As long as workers who do not live in the factory come to the city, most of them have to pass through here.
Needless to say, the most favorite thing for any businessman in the world is probably the flow of people.
Because having traffic means business opportunities, which means making money.
However, today is an exception for Luo Guangliang’s brothers.
Because these hard-earned customer flows only prove that the business logic of those vendors is correct.
On the contrary, it made them look even more stupid.
In fact, the reason why these off-duty workers stayed here was just to save trouble and for convenience.
Buy some useful rice, noodles and vegetables to take home for dinner.
This is their fundamental purpose.
So when men or older people buy rice and vegetables.
Like other hawkers who shouted hard, they would look at them with strange eyes, as well as Ning Weimin and Luo Guangliang's six tricycles loaded with high-end goods.
To put it bluntly, it is like a visitor to the zoo who suddenly discovers among the monkeys in Monkey Mountain that there are six Arabian baboons that should not be there at all.
Even young female workers, who account for a quarter of the workforce, can hardly resist the temptation.
I am always attracted by the novel styles and brightly colored clothes on the car.
But it’s a pity that no matter how much these girls like it, it’s over once they ask the price.
Because Ning Weimin’s sales price for these label-cut clothes is only equivalent to 40% off the original price, but each piece is at least 80 yuan.
Almost no ordinary female trade unionist is willing to spend more than one month's salary to buy clothes.
The girls who came to see these clothes were all frightened and turned pale, complaining again and again.
“Oh my God, these clothes of yours are made of gold thread? Who can afford them?”
“I know you are a famous brand, but what about the crotch? , but haven’t your logos been cut? Where are the brands here?” The crowd is..."
In short, the scene they encountered here was extremely inconsistent with the prosperous business of other vendors.
No matter how you look at it, it looks weird and funny.
So after the crowd receded, Luo Guangliang's five brothers were almost desperate when faced with the looks of laughter in the eyes of other colleagues.
Finally, when Ning Weimin walked to the main road outside the small street to smoke alone, they couldn't help but complained privately.
"I said, brothers, are you all dumbfounded? You didn't sell any of them, and people took them as a joke. Look at how embarrassing it is."
"That's it. , when I came here, I said that I was just doing what I was told, and it was definitely better than riding a three-wheeler! I think it was a waste of time, where are the foreigners? It was just a waste of time for everyone. ”
"Okay, okay, let's stop talking! Who are we targeting? Or for the sake of Third Brother! Even if I don't give you even a penny, let you help me today, don't you still Why don't you do it? "
"Fuck, you're being proactive, aren't you? Why are you standing here talking to you if you don't care about the third brother's face?"
"Hey, what are you talking about? You are so awesome, just throw away your picks and leave now. Don't show off to me!"
"Hey, I have such a bad temper. , are you deliberately unhappy?”
“Grandson, I’m warning you, don’t bring any odds and ends with your mouth.”
"Derla, let's do it first! Let's be less angry. Who are you targeting? Brother Du..."
"Yes, seriously, I think we should let the third brother ask. Let’s ask the man named Ning. What should we do next? Should we continue poking or withdraw?”
“Look, look, look, third brother, this is over. He really went to look for that kid on the street outside! Just wait, let’s wait for the third brother to come back and hear what he has to say..."
(End of this chapter)