I looked at my father Jackie Chan in 1988

It is 01:30 in the afternoon.

The students were so sparse that there were not many people to see.

Ji Sheng's throat was almost hoarse. Seeing that the business at noon came to a successful conclusion, he said in a hoarse voice, "Close the stall."

"Eh good."

"Brother Xiao Sheng, you are awesome!"

"At first I thought you were crazy, but I didn't expect you to talk about a stand-up comic."

Ji Aiguo, Chu Zhonglin and others beamed and surrounded him and said in admiration.

Ji Sheng was dumbfounded by what they said. If it wasn't for business, who would be willing to yell? He smacked his lips and said, "Have you learned it? I will write a manuscript for you in the afternoon. You can memorize it by heart. In the evening It's time to go to the gates of various university towns to sell."

"Okay."

"no problem."

"Isn't it just selling? I, Chu Zhonglin, have a thick skin. As long as I can sell the Walkman, let alone selling, even if I'm allowed to pee in public at the gate of the University City."

Zhou Xiaomin and Wang Yuncang also said the same, the three of them were originally punks, and they had no desire to be ashamed at all.

However, Ji Sheng prefers them. If he wants to do sales, first of all, don't care about his face.

On the contrary, Ji Aiguo said a little falsely: "Do you really want to shout like that?"

Ji Sheng smiled and said, "It's fine if you can think of a better way to sell."

A few people talked and laughed and closed the stall.

Back near the house for a meal.

In the afternoon, Ji Sheng wrote a jingle script for each of the five of them.

When the five people went out to sell things, he did nothing. He walked around the store to check the prices of those electronic products, and by the way, he observed which things were selling well.

……

At about seven o'clock at night, Ji Aiguo and the others came back.

Ji Sheng had already bought a few cooked dishes and beer and waited for them. Seeing everyone coming back, "Come, come, let's talk while eating."

Chu Zhonglin handed over the money obediently, "Brother Xiaosheng, I went to Fudan and sold eight Walkmans. Excluding the money for the round-trip bus, the rest is here."

Chen Junxian took the money and said, "How about selling eight units?"

Chu Zhonglin was triumphant, "That's right, don't even look at who I am."

Zhou Xiaomin smacked his lips and said, "I didn't sell as many as Old Chu. I only sold six units at Jiaotong University."

Afterwards, Ji Qing and Wang Yuncang reported their numbers, and they both sold five units.

They gave all the money to Ji Sheng.

Ji Sheng was quite surprised. He bought 65 Walkmans by himself, except for one for Ji Aiguo and the others, a total of 64.

It's only been a whole day today, and nearly forty units have already been sold?

This is not Ji Aiguo.

Seems to be selling really well.

Ji Sheng probably understands why so many can be sold in one day, but there is no other reason than finding the right position and targeting enough potential customers.

After all, Ji Qing, Chu Zhonglin and others all go to a street stall in front of a university town to sell Walkmans. A university has at least a few thousand people, and it is not uncommon for a few of them to be able to afford Walkmans.

In terms of proportion, this proportion is already very small.

it is good!

This time the positioning was found well!

Ji Sheng was also very satisfied in his heart, and at the same time, with the help of today's sales of Walkmans, he saw the huge market in Shanghai.

Only Ji Aiguo remained silent.

Everyone glanced over.

Old Chu said: "Patriotic, you didn't sell all of them, did you?"

Ji Qing also joked about his brother, "We are patriotic and thin-skinned, so we probably won't be able to say such a shameful jingle."

"Hehe, it's okay if you don't sell it, isn't there some of our brothers, I will give you some money later." Zhou Xiaomin said very righteously.

Ji Sheng also thought that his father was shameless when he was young and failed to sell a few Walkmans, so he was embarrassed to say it.

But what was surprising was that Ji Aiguo scratched his head in embarrassment, "The fifteen sets I brought were all sold out."

Ji Sheng: "..."

Chu Zhonglin: "..."

Ji Qing and the other two: "..."

Everyone thought their ears were broken, including Ji Sheng. After all, Ji Aiguo was too honest, so shameful chants like jingles might not be able to be uttered out of his mouth.

Ji Qing was quite astonished and said, "Are you shouting too?"

Ji Aiguo shook his head, "No."

Chu Zhonglin didn't believe it: "Then why did you sell so much?"

"I didn't go to the University City." Ji Aiguo pointed to the direction not far away and said, "I saw people coming and going in the North Square, so I set up a street stall over there. Play music on our Walkman, and a bunch of people come and buy it."

This time Ji Sheng was dizzy, "You mean you didn't do anything, just sat there and played music and sold fifteen Walkmans?"

"That's right." Ji Aiguo said a little strangely: "Why are you shouting? Those who like to listen to music will naturally come to the door when they hear the singing, and if you don't like it, it's useless to shout, isn't it?"

Ji Sheng was speechless.

He suddenly thought of the group of street vendors selling car CDs in modern society. They don't shout chant, they just set up a stereo and play songs there. Isn't the business still booming?

Ji Sheng didn't expect his father to have such a talent in sales, but it's a pity that his father in the time and space of modern society was bent down by life when he was young, and he couldn't show his talent.

"Patriotic, awesome!"

"Our brothers will obey you!"

Chu Zhonglin and others gave a thumbs up.

Ji Sheng couldn't laugh or cry, he told them to stop bragging, "Okay, let's eat quickly, and I'll give you the commission by the way."

"Okay!"

"Brother Xiao Sheng is the best!"

Ji Aiguo, Chu Zhonglin and others cheered.

Ji Sheng smiled and gave them money. As I said before, he gave a commission of two yuan for selling a Walkman. He paid them according to the actual sales volume. Chu Zhonglin gave 16 yuan for selling six, and Zhou Xiaomin gave ten for selling six Second, the remaining Ji Qing and Wang Yuncang took ten yuan each, but Ji Aiguo sold the most, 30 yuan.

Several people were beaming when they got the money.

In fact, Ji Sheng could give some more money to a few people, but he purposely didn’t give more, and the more he worked, the more he got, so as to arouse everyone’s spirit of struggle.

After the money was distributed, everyone chatted while drinking and eating.

Ji Sheng chewed a piece of pig's head meat, and said to several people: "When you do things with me, you can't just rely on the commission. After all, sometimes I go south to buy goods, and you won't be able to make money in those few days. In this way, what about me? Give each of you a monthly salary of 50 yuan, and the rest is more work, more pay, whoever sells more things will make more money, no problem?"

Chu Zhonglin supported: "No objection."

Ji Aiguo, Zhou Xiaomin and others also raised their hands in agreement.

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Ji Sheng decided on this matter. He did this to tie these people to his own warship. As the saying goes, it’s hard to do it alone. Only when you give enough benefits, others will give it to you. Work hard.

Soon, the meal was over.

Everyone has been busy all day, and they are indeed a little tired. Two people even fell asleep without even washing up.

Ji Sheng shared weal and woe with everyone, and did not go to the hotel to book a room.

at night.

It was very dark.

Several people nearby were snoring so loudly that Ji Sheng couldn't fall asleep.

Besides, it's really hard to fall asleep in the same bed with a few elders.

"Five or six people can't squeeze into a small room, you have to rent a room."

Ji Sheng thought about it, and then began to calculate how much money he could make this time.

A total of 54 Walkmans were sold today, and all tapes have been sold out.

He currently has more than 8000 yuan in cash on hand.

If the cost is deducted, the net profit is about [-] yuan, and there are still ten Walkmans left that have not been sold out. It is estimated that they will be sold out tomorrow, and [-] yuan will be paid in.

Together, he has another 1 yuan!

"Holy shit, it's really easy to make money in this day and age. I took more than 2000 yuan from Shenzhen, and the net profit was almost 1%. If I bring [-] yuan to Shenzhen again this time If not, don’t turn it up to [-] directly!”

Although the money earned this time is not as much as selling point-and-shoot cameras and calculators and electronic watches last time, but don’t forget, the cost was not counted last time. If Ji Sheng’s money for buying those things in modern society is included, he actually still has money. It's a loss.

But what about selling Walkmans this time?

The net profit is [-]%!

"This business will definitely allow me to accumulate a large amount of original funds in a short period of time. As long as I work hard, I may have hundreds of thousands of spare cash on hand within a month at most."

Ji Sheng is a little excited when he thinks about this, as long as he can have 10 yuan in hand in this time and space, then he can breathe a sigh of relief temporarily and go buy antique treasures.

"Well, first set a small goal for yourself and earn him a hundred thousand."

Ji Sheng said silently in his heart: "One-tenth of the small goal has been completed."