After Lin Wan explained, a few comrades stood up to speak for Lin Wan as well.
Lin Wan glanced over; these two were regular customers who often ate at their shop, and usually, when there’s a small change, she would waive it for them.
"There’s not much fruit left. Once you pass this village, there’s no shop . If you want to try something fresh, why not buy one to take home for your family to taste? It’s not easy to transport these things nowadays," Lin Wan seized the opportunity to say.
"Yeah, it’s not expensive either. It’s rare to taste southern things. Comrade, give me one, please, and it’d be great if you could peel it for me."
"Sure, we’ll clean it up properly for you. If you buy the whole one, it’s three yuan each or five yuan for two."
"Just give me two directly," this person said resolutely, spending nearly half a month’s salary.
Everyone loves a good deal. After Lin Wan said that, a few people came up to buy two each. Some bought together; two families wanted two, saving fifty cents.’
"Xiaoqing, quickly peel for a few comrades," Lin Wan meaningfully turned her head to glance at Ye Qing, signaling her not to stir things up.
Ye Qing was startled, not expecting Lin Wan to notice, and didn’t dare to be obvious anymore. She helped sell the fruit with a good attitude. Although she hated Lin Wan, she didn’t want to lose her job either. Her family had practically sold everything to send her to school here.
Finding a comfortable end job here, with such high pay, was rare. Now she tries to endure as much as she can.’
She believed that there would be a day when she could arrogantly point at Lin Wan’s nose and stomp her underfoot.
"Didn’t think in just two days of school, the fruit almost sold out, even better than the rice noodles. Luckily, I managed to bring some fruit back," Lin Yinghui said happily upon arriving at the shop and seeing the fruit stall at the entrance.
"At this rate, it should be sold out by tomorrow, but the rice noodles seem to be left with no one buying."
"Let’s see first, if we can’t sell them, we’ll use them in our shop."
Indeed, they had overlooked something; the cultural differences between the South and the North were too great, and they hadn’t considered it much.
"Yeah, it can only be this way... Why hasn’t mom come?" Lin Yinghui came directly from school to the shop and didn’t see Liang Hongmei, so he asked worriedly.
Since the clay pot shop closed, Liang Hongmei would come to the shop to help in the morning.
"Mom took some fruit yesterday and said she’d try selling at the morning market, see how it goes."
"Xiao Wan, I found that the fruits we brought this time are quite profitable and sell fast."
Lin Wan looked around and whispered to her brother, "We’ve already made over two hundred."
Lin Yinghui widened his eyes and couldn’t quite believe it, "Really? The cost plus transport was less than a hundred yuan."
"Fruit profits are high, but the risk is too. They have a short shelf life and easily get squashed." Things that bring money quickly usually come with high risks.
"Yes, if the risk wasn’t high, everyone else would be doing it."
The fruit sold very well, demand exceeded supply, and in the days following the fruit’s clearance, many people came to their shop asking if there was any fruit left.
Over three hundred kilograms of fruit, subtracting costs, they made over three hundred yuan.
The rice noodles weren’t selling well; they sold a little bit, and the profit was also considerable, just slower in sales.
Lin Wan and the others attended night school and got out for vacation a few days earlier than her brother. Before vacation, they also did a simple final test.
Their drawing exam was supervised by Li Liang; this was the first time Lin Wan saw him after that incident.
Although she didn’t know how Ye Qing and Li Liang initially got acquainted, she was certain their relationship wouldn’t bring anything good! She must be more mindful in the future.