Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Chapter 342: Clever Arrangement

"What? Two cents!" Boss He was so shocked that he almost jumped up. He looked at Xiuying in disbelief, and his hand holding the napkin was shaking a little.

"Sister Xiuying, isn't this price too low? It's more than the cost!" Boss He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Xiuying waved her hand and said calmly, "Don't worry, Boss He, I know what's going on. The most important thing now is how to attract people to our store. They won't just buy paper for two cents a piece when they come to our store."

Then, Xiuying bent down and took out the brushes and inkstone from the second basket, gently placed them on the table, then stood up and said to Boss He, "Boss He, please give me an estimate of the price of these brushes and inkstones and tell me how much is appropriate to sell them for."

Boss He picked up the brush with an intense look, examining it carefully. His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed, and he muttered to himself, "I can't tell what the brush holder is made of, but it's definitely not bamboo."

Boss He turned the brush over and over, his face full of confusion and thought.

Then, Boss He stretched out two fingers and gently stroked the hair of the brush, feeling its texture, and slowly said, "I don't know what this is made of, but..." He paused, looked up at Xiuying, and continued, "Although I can't tell what material this brush is made of, it looks and feels good. In the past, it would have sold for at least fifteen cents."

Xiuying nodded and said, "This is just the cheapest brush in the mall. The pen holder is made of plastic and the brush hair is made of chemical fiber. It only costs one yuan each."

Then, Xiuying pointed to the inkstone on the table, her eyes asking, "What about this inkstone?"

Boss He took the inkstone in his hand, weighed it up and down, frowned slightly and said, "This inkstone is very light. It's not stone, nor is it jade. But if you don't care about anything, this one will do the job."

"But of course it can't be compared with those precious inkstones. It's no problem to sell it for ten cents." Boss He looked up at Xiuying, gave his own estimate, and then put the inkstone back on the table.

The inkstones are made of plastic and sold for two yuan each in the mall. Xiuying bought 100 of them and only spent 200 yuan.

Xiuying folded her arms across her chest, her fingers tapping rhythmically on her arms. She said with a firm gaze, "Let's set the price of the brush at eight wen, and the inkstone at five wen."

When Boss He heard Xiuying's quotation, he was stunned at first. Although he had prepared himself with the price of two cents for paper towels, he was still quite shocked.

"What! A writing brush costs eight cents and an inkstone costs five cents? Did I hear it right?" Boss He widened his eyes in shock, his face full of disbelief, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

"Correct!"

Xiuying emphasized, "Price is our advantage right now. If we want to capture the market during this economic downturn, we have to use price as a powerful weapon."

"In these difficult times, people have little money in their pockets and have become more cautious about spending. We can only attract them to our store by offering prices they can't refuse."

"We will start with high-end products after the economy recovers and people's spending power rises. By then, we will have accumulated enough customers and a good reputation, and it will be much easier to launch high-end products."

Boss He sighed deeply and said with admiration in his eyes: "I really admire Miss Xiuying's unique insight. Being able to come up with such a response plan in such a difficult situation, the girl's intelligence and courage are amazing." Boss He bowed to Xiuying as he spoke.

Xiuying smiled, bowed slightly, and said modestly, "Boss He, thank you for your compliment. I'll leave the official business to you."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely get it done!" Boss He patted his chest and promised, "I'll have the guys put these products in the most conspicuous place right away, so every customer who enters the store can see them at a glance."

Xiuying added, "We also need to have people shouting at the store entrance to loudly publicize our price advantage and attract more customers."

After arranging matters at the Wenmofang, Xiuying and Shiliu set off on their journey back to the village. Wenmofang was Xiuying's private business, selling items from the system mall, and with Boss He as a cover, the business was conducted quite secretly.

Xiuying secretly felt fortunate to have such a clever arrangement that could both meet market demand and avoid unnecessary trouble.

As time goes by, the business of brushes, inkstones, paper and inkstones will gradually get back on track. The number of customers in the store will gradually increase, and word of mouth will quietly spread among the neighbors.

On the other side, Zhao Cunliang was walking on the road with a heavy heart, holding the fifty cents he got from selling the heirloom in his arms, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

He never imagined that the treasure passed down from generation to generation in the Zhao family was only worth such a small amount of money. The feeling of loss and helplessness weighed on his heart like a huge rock.

But for the sake of his son, he gritted his teeth and went into the grocery store. There, he carefully selected a batch of coarse cotton red cloth and spent ten cents.

After buying the cloth, he lowered his head and counted the remaining money. There were only forty cents left.

Back home, Zhao Cunliang handed the remaining money to Tian Guilan with a weary look on his face. Tian Guilan took the money, her eyes wide open, staring at the small amount of money, so shocked that she couldn't speak clearly: "That's all? Isn't that a family heirloom?"

Zhao Cunliang sighed helplessly and explained, "The material was inferior. I begged them for a long time before they agreed to give me fifty cents."

"Then why did you buy the cloth?" Tian Guilan became more and more excited, and her voice rose eight octaves.

Zhao Cunliang sat down slowly and said helplessly, "We can't let the girl make her own wedding dress."

Upon hearing this, Tian Guilan was so angry that she trembled all over. She pointed at Zhao Cunliang and cursed, "Which girl doesn't embroider her own wedding dress? You're the only one who spoils her! We can barely make ends meet, and you're still so extravagant!"

Zhao Cunliang drank a mouthful of cold water distractedly, swallowed it with a gulp, and said, "If that He Sange knew we were the poorest in the village, would he let his daughter marry into our family?"

"Do you still want the tiger whip?" Zhao Cunliang raised his voice and looked at Tian Guilan. "I'll send this batch of cloth over tomorrow."

After saying that, Zhao Cunliang put the water cup heavily on the table with a "bang" sound, stood up and walked to the door, looked at the gloomy sky outside, and sighed deeply.

Tian Guilan slowly reached out and touched the coarse cotton material, stroking her fingers on the fabric, muttering, "This material is coarse cotton." A hint of envy and complex emotions flashed in her eyes.