Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Jiang Chuan opened his big eyes and looked at his well-dressed aunt in surprise. Although his aunt had always been merciless in what he said and done before, what he said today was too much.

But she didn't dare to say anything, so she could only give a stool to her mother.

He sat on the small bed next to the dining table.

Mother Jiang, whose face turned red and white, was obviously very angry: You... if you don't like it, I'll give it back to you. What a good pair of pants, how can it become immoral if you put it in your mouth?

Yan Mei laughed and said: Zhengzheng? Why is no one buying Zhengzheng? Why does Zhengzheng want you to sell it everywhere?

While they were talking, Jiang Xiangnan, Jiang's father, who had changed his clothes and was about to go out, walked out of the back room. When he saw Yan Mei, he immediately frowned: His aunt is here, why are you making such a fuss?

At the same time, Father Jiang's eyes flashed with embarrassment. The pants on the table were produced by the workshop he was responsible for.

There were 30,000 pieces in total. From production to shelves, not even 100 pieces were sold.

All major sales points have requested that they be returned to the manufacturer, so nearly 30,000 pairs of pants are still locked in their workshop warehouses.

This month, Pujiang Garment Factory No. 2 began to resume employee bonuses, and other workshops were eligible, except for their fourth workshop.

The leaders above said that funds were limited, and asked their fourth workshop to find a way to sell the inventory in the warehouse to their relatives and friends. For every pair of pants sold, they would receive a one-dollar bonus.

In order to take the lead, Jiang Xiangnan, as the workshop director, had no choice but to take five pairs of pants home as a token gift.

But I never thought about who I could sell it to. After all, not everyone can afford 35 yuan per pair of pants.

Jiang Xiangnan didn't need to think about the situation in front of him now. He must have been anxious and sold the pants to his younger sister who was from a good family.

Jiang's mother felt a little chilly at this time. Since she was a child, she always put her younger sister first when it came to having good clothes and good food at home.

No matter how hard it was, I had never spoken to this sister before, but now I just sold her a pair of pants at the public price, and yet...

Just retreat if you don't like it, Jiang Ma tried hard not to let her voice tremble: What are you talking about with your mouth open and shut? Who can trick you?

Seeing Jiang's mother's face turn red with anger, Yan Mei only felt funny: My dear sister, what do you have to feel wronged about? It was obviously me who was deceived.

Father Jiang, who felt a little unjust and wanted to refund the money as soon as possible, couldn't help saying after hearing this: Her aunt, you just said what you said. Just now your sister said she would withdraw if she doesn't like it. You Where did you get fooled?

Father Jiang has been working in Pujiang No. 2 Garment Factory for more than 30 years. At this time, he knew with just a glance that Yan Mei couldn't get a hundred and eighty yuan for this outfit. It's no wonder that Jiang's mother went to her to sell it.

Not fooled?

Yan Mei's throat suddenly became thin. She unzipped her pants and spread them flat on the table: Tell me, what kind of pants did you sell me? Are these pants worn by serious people?

Looking at the women's bell-bottoms spread out on the dining table, Dad Jiang was speechless for a moment.

He wanted to say that this was a new style designed by a new designer at their clothing factory, but it was precisely because it was a new style that it was returned by each sales outlet.

Seeing Father Jiang's expression, Mother Jiang became even more angry.

Even though the style of the pants is weird, they are actually made of such good materials. If they were cheaper, maybe some of them could be sold.

These pants are called bell bottoms,

Jiang Shan in the hut saw everything outside: Auntie, I'm not surprised that I haven't seen it before. After all...well...not everyone is fashionable...right?

Jiang Shan spoke vaguely. On the surface, it seemed that he didn't want to speak too clearly for fear of hurting his relatives, but in fact he was hurt.

What do you mean, kid? Yan Mei is not someone who is willing to suffer: I'm not fashionable? I'm not...

Yan Meigang wanted to say something more, but Jiang Shan didn't bother to give her a chance: Okay, okay, Mom, give her money quickly. You won't have to worry about selling these pants in a while.

Jiang Ma was stunned for a moment, then said in the next second: Oh, right.

He quickly counted 35 yuan and put it on the dining table: Hurry up and count it. I won't recognize it when you go out.

Yan Mei took the money and counted it three times before putting it in her bag: Sister, I know your family is not easy, but this is not how to make money.

Jiang Ma: ...

For the first time, I had the idea of ​​driving my sister out of the house.

When she walked out of Jiang's house, Yan Mei felt relaxed, and at the same time she felt that she had married the right person.

Alas~

Seeing Yan Mei's expression when she left, Jiang Ma sighed slightly and then her tears fell.

What's there to sigh about? Dad Jiang felt uncomfortable in his heart. He just felt panicked: I've said before that it's not easy to sell, so don't worry about these pants in the future.

That's right. Jiang Chuan felt very distressed when he saw Jiang's mother looking aggrieved, but he also felt that Jiang's mother asked for it:

Mom, it's true. Why did you think of asking your aunt? You don't know who she is. It's really unpleasant to be chased home and told that you were deceived.

Jiang Chuan, who are you with? Jiang Shan looked at the little girl with a dark face:

What did Mom do wrong? The factory ordered the pants to be sold to the family, and the price was set by the factory. This is called responding to the call from superiors, but the family didn't like it, so Mom immediately said she would refund the money. This is called honesty and trustworthiness.

At this time, he stood behind Jiang Ma, holding her slightly trembling shoulders with both hands.

Jiangshan decided that he must increase his efforts to make money.

In his last life, he had no father or mother. He would be envious for a long time when the child next door screamed after being beaten by his mother.

In this life, I can clearly remember how Jiang Ma treated this family and him every day.

Whenever Jiang Shan opens his eyes now, he calls out to his mother whenever anything happens:

“Mom, what’s for breakfast?”, “Mom, are my clothes dry?” “Mom, my second brother is bullying me.”…

Jiang's mother always scolded him while helping him solve the problem.

What a blessing, you brochure guys don't even know how precious a mother's child is.

Mom, don't worry, Jiang Shan said with a smile to his mother: What I just said is true. These bell-bottom pants will be sold in ten days and a half.

Really? Jiang Ma turned around and looked at her youngest son in disbelief: Can it really be sold? I'm not trying to fool your aunt.

Promise mzx, Jiang Shan said with a serious look on his face: Just wait for the good news. By the way, Dad, are these bell-bottom pants the stuff you talk about every day that fills the warehouse?

Father Jiang, who had not yet recovered, nodded quickly: These are the bell-bottom pants, 30,000 pairs in total.

Thirty...thirty thousand?

What a pity, what a pity!

Jiang Shan is heartbroken, but it’s a pity that he hasn’t allowed self-employed businesses yet, otherwise he would have to wait until The Hunt is released next month...

But...it's not impossible.