Back to the golden age

In the next few days, Song Yuanchao and the others basically ate and lived in the air-raid shelter and did not go anywhere. As time went by, their speed of making hangers became faster and faster, and the raw materials were gradually consumed, and the finished hangers were piled up one sack after another.

On the first day, 618 hangers were finished due to lack of proficiency. On the second day, with the increase of proficiency, this number reached 1725. On the third day, it rose to 1988. On the fifth day, Song Yuanchao and the five of them went from Working from early morning to evening, finally all the raw materials were used up, and all the wire hangers were finished.

A total of 8962 wire hangers were finally completed, which is about the same number as Song Yuanchao estimated.Because the sacks were not enough, only 30 sacks or 3000 integers were filled, and the rest were neatly placed in bundles in the air-raid shelter.

In the past five days, everyone has been very busy, working day and night, grabbing a few mouthfuls of food when hungry, filling a few mouthfuls with a water bottle when thirsty, and lying on the sack directly in the air-raid shelter to sleep for a while when really tired. After waking up, he continued to work hard. After a few days, including Song Yuanchao, when he came down, his hair was unkempt, and his appearance was almost the same as the day he just returned to Shanghai.

After the completion of the work, Song Yuanchao announced that everyone would take a rest for the day and start off at four o'clock in the morning tomorrow. Now there is still a step ahead, which is to sell the completed hangers.

We went to a nearby bathroom to take a shower together, and then we all had a makeshift meal in the air-raid shelter, and lay down early to rest. At 03:30 the next morning, the set alarm clock rang on time, and Song Yuanchao and the others got up one after another to clean up , Just after four o'clock, in the still hazy night, Li Daqi rode a tricycle full of sacks filled with hangers, and the others followed on foot, rushing to the nearest vegetable market.

It was less than 04:30 when we arrived at the vegetable market. At this time, there were already many people in the vegetable market. Song Yuanchao looked at the terrain and asked Li Daqi to pull the tricycle to an intersection, and then asked his friends to unload the sacks on it.

Last year, the market gradually opened up. Especially at the end of the year, many farmers in the suburbs began to transport some vegetables and eggs to the urban area to sell, plus some hawkers who run the order. These small business hawkers Most of them will gather near the vegetable market, forming a relatively fixed market over time.

Of course, this market has not been officially recognized by the government under the current circumstances, but the higher authorities just turned a blind eye to it. To put it bluntly, it is still a black market.

The market starts at 04:30 every morning and usually ends at 06:30. After dawn, everyone disperses automatically, as if nothing happened.

After unloading the things, Song Yuanchao opened a sack, took out the tied clothes hanger from inside and took it apart, then pulled a rope between two trees on the roadside sidewalk, and hung the clothes hangers on them in order of color.

After finishing, the clothes hangers of three colors are hung alternately, which looks very eye-catching, and the next step is to sell.But at this time, Song Yuanchao saw Li Daqi, Zhang Bin, Wang Jianjun, and Gu Jie. You look at me, I look at you, but they don't know how to sell.

When the things were put out, people naturally gathered around to look at them, but except for Song Yuanchao, no one else had done such a thing.In fact, Song Yuanchao never worked as a peddler, but he lived nearly seventy years later, has he never eaten pork or seen a pig run away?

What's more, when he worked in the telephone company in later generations, he took the staff below him to go out on missions, set up a stall to do telemarketing work, and saw that everyone was at a loss and didn't know how to sell things. Song Yuanchao rolled up his sleeves and set up a demonstration .

"Hey, hey! Come and have a look. Don't miss it when you pass by. The steel wire clothes hangers are cheap and good, and the materials are solid and cheap! One only sells for thirty-five cents, and you can buy them back to dry and hang clothes. It’s a rare opportunity!”

Song Yuanchao held two clothes hangers in one hand, and the two clothes hangers were hooked together and waved in his hands. Compared with Bruce Lee playing nunchucks, he was dazzled by the whirring of the wind. It looks more like the Haidilao ramen show in later generations.

While waving, he yelled loudly. As his yelling sounded, more and more people began to surround him.

"Boy, are you selling wire (wire) hangers?"

"Steel wire, six millimeters thick steel wire, sealed with a pvc sleeve on the outside, hard and solid, and will never rust, aunt, look, this color, this workmanship, only sold for thirty-five cents, so cheap The whole of Shanghai is unique!" Song Yuanchao cheerfully fiddled with the hanger in his hand to show the other party.

"The color is pretty, and it looks good, but is this hanger strong?"

"Strong, absolutely strong!" Song Yuanchao didn't say a word, grabbed a hanger and slammed it at the trunk of the sycamore tree next to him. Amid the whistling wind, the hanger slammed on the trunk, and the white trunk was torn by Song Yuanchao. The bark and green juice splashed out, but the hanger in Song Yuanchao's hand was basically not deformed except for some bark and sap.

"Look, everyone, look at the workmanship and the materials used, let alone hanging clothes, is it easy to beat the children at home? Once you take it down and take care of it, your children will be obedient immediately."

"Hahaha!"

Song Yuanchao's words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter. It is common for parents to beat their children in this day and age, so which adults don't beat their children?It is a trivial matter to beat the family's skin king with a feather duster up and down, crying and howling like ghosts and wolves. Song Yuanchao's words resonated with everyone.

"Young man, the things look good, can the price be cheaper?" A middle-aged man asked.

"Thirty-five cents. If you buy three at a time, how about just one yuan? This price is cheap enough. Our materials are good, and the cost is high. No matter how cheap it is, we will lose money."

"Okay, give me six, two yuan, right?" The middle-aged man was a straightforward person, and immediately took out two yuan and handed it over.

"Excellent!" Song Yuanchao quickly collected the money and asked with a smile, "Brother, what color do you want? We have three colors, red, yellow and blue."

"On average, take two of each color." The middle-aged man thought for a while and said.

"No problem!" Song Yuanchao agreed with a smile, and then turned around to see Li Daqi who was still standing there in a daze without reacting, so he quickly kicked the nearest Li Daqi: "Six hangers, two of each of the three colors, quickly give this Brother."

"Oh... good!" Li Daqi regained his senses and nodded again and again, quickly found six hangers and handed them to the middle-aged man. After the middle-aged man took them, he looked carefully, and deliberately bent down the hangers slightly with his hands, only then was he satisfied nodded.

The middle-aged man opened an account for Song Yuanchao and the others. The rest of the people saw that the quality of the hangers bought by the middle-aged man was indeed good, especially the clothes hangers with sleeves were bright and beautiful. The handicrafts made from a mold are very standard, and the clothes hangers made by myself in a vise are completely incomparable.

Besides, the price of thirty-five cents for a clothes hanger is indeed not expensive. The bamboo clothes hangers in the store cost forty-five cents, not to mention that Song Yuanchao and the three of them can sell them together for five cents less, which is even more cost-effective.

"I also want six, two of each color as before, this is money."

"I want three, get me the red ones."

"Give me nine...."

With the middle-aged man's first order, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became active. Song Yuanchao greeted Li Daqi and the others to collect money and deliver goods, but he still waved his clothes hangers with both hands and shouted loudly to solicit.

For a while, everyone was very busy, and most people bought three, six or even nine at a time, and there were almost no single ones.

In less than half an hour, nearly half of the hangers brought out were sold. Seeing that the business was so good, Song Yuanchao hurriedly asked Li Daqi and Gu Jie to ride back immediately and bring another batch over, while the others continued to sell goods at the same place.

From 04:30 in the morning, they sold until after [-]:[-]. In less than half an hour, Song Yuanchao and the others sold nearly three truckloads of goods. It was almost time. The people who went to work started to go out, and the stalls here were about to be closed. .

After packing up their things, Song Yuanchao and the others happily returned to the air-raid shelter, closed the door and counted today's achievements enthusiastically.

It took an hour to check the receipts and sales figures. The first day of today was a great success. They sold a full 966 hangers in three hours, and the sales amount was as high as 322 yuan.