Chapter 7 Madam, you don't need my permission to give your husband a gift.
Chapter 7 Madam, you don't need my permission to give your husband a gift.
The classmate who saw Jiangcheng setting up a stall was Sun Xiaoli.
I wrote a love letter to Jiang Cheng when I was in my senior year of high school. After all, Jiang Cheng was good at academics, handsome, and devoted to love. Of course, the main reason was because he was handsome and very likable.
Sun Xiaoli was quite pretty and had no shortage of harassers during high school, but she only liked Jiang Cheng.
She wrote a love letter to Jiang Cheng, confessing her feelings and asking him to give up on Zhou Chuyao, but Jiang Cheng refused.
Unrequited love eventually turned into resentment, and she couldn't stand Jiang Cheng no matter what.
Seeing Jiang Cheng setting up a stall here is a very embarrassing thing for high school students at this age.
So she felt a little secretly pleased.
I thought you were so great, but you're doing something as shameful as setting up a street stall.
But there was also a sense of loss, that the person she had her eye on was actually setting up a street stall here!
"Sister-in-law, you're carrying quite a lot of things, definitely more than 100 yuan. Hurry up and go play the ring toss game!"
An older woman walked over and spoke warmly to Sun Xiaoli's mother.
"What ring toss?"
Sun Xiaoli's mother was a little confused, so the older woman explained enthusiastically.
"If you buy something over 100 yuan at the mall, you can take your receipt and go to the ring toss game. You can take whatever you win for free. Wallets worth over 100 yuan, leather shoes worth several hundred yuan, and cash are all available."
"Let me take a look?" Sun Xiaoli's mother became interested.
Sun Xiaoli quickly grabbed her, "No, Mom, let's go home quickly, I'm hungry."
"It won't hurt to look at it."
Free things are attractive at any time, especially for women.
Sun Xiaoli's mother couldn't resist and ran over to see, only to find that there was actually a queue!
So she joined the back of the line, and Sun Xiaoli had no choice but to go with her mother.
She realized that Jiang Cheng hadn't seen her yet, so she couldn't help but take a closer look at the busy Jiang Cheng.
I don't know why, but although I felt that Jiang Cheng's street vending was shameful, I saw that he interacted with those elderly men and women with ease and confidence.
She felt very uncomfortable.
Simply put, the more outstanding Jiang Cheng is, the more upset she becomes.
"Tell his classmates he's on vacation and setting up a street stall, let's see how embarrassed he is..."
In Jiangcheng, there were originally only a little over 100 yuan on the ground, but now there are four 100-yuan bills.
These four 100-yuan bills were, of course, earned by Jiang Cheng. He then exchanged them with the ring toss players to make a total of 100 yuan, which he then placed on the ground where the ring toss game was being played.
The ring toss stall has grown to a small scale, surrounded by a crowd, and people have started queuing up to play.
Some came with money, while others came with receipts.
Actually, some people do simply put money on the ground to attract people to play ring toss, but that doesn't necessarily guarantee good business.
Jiang Cheng understood this perfectly, and that's when he came up with the idea of offering it for free!
By offering services for free, traffic is attracted, creating a herd effect.
Businesses tend to thrive in areas with high demand, as this can easily trigger a herd mentality.
It's like if someone set up a stall next door, selling 5 rings for 5 yuan, with the same items inside, their business certainly wouldn't be as good.
Finally, it was Sun Xiaoli's mother's turn. "Young man, I want that wallet. Can I give it to my husband?"
Jiang Cheng: .....
You gave it to your husband, and then you asked me if it was okay?
It's not like you need my permission to give your husband a gift. I'm not surnamed Wang.
"Of course you can. Once you put it on, it's yours. Whether you give it to your husband or your boyfriend, it's fine."
"okay!"
Sun Xiaoli's mother happily took the plastic ring and then put it over her purse.
Nowadays, the only items sold on the stalls in Jiangcheng are leather bags, shoes, belts, and cash.
As for the toys and balloons, they have all been removed.
Jiang Cheng discovered that while it was easy to make money off children, attracting customers at the mall entrance was more effective by piquing the interest of adults!
When a child wants a gift, an adult can refuse. But when an adult wants something, the only thing that can refuse them is their wallet!
Just like adults never pick and choose their food, because they always buy what they like to eat.
"Oops, I missed!"
Sun Xiaoli's mother threw out the plastic ring, her pinky finger raised in a delicate gesture, revealing a look of disappointment.
Someone nearby shouted, "We've been in line for so long, why don't you buy a few laps!"
"Buying a few isn't expensive, 5 for 5 yuan, maybe you'll even get some cash!"
"Can we buy a ring?" Sun Xiaoli's mother hesitated.
The man behind him immediately started urging, "Hurry up, we're still in line!"
"I'll buy 5 yuan worth."
Sun Xiaoli's mother took out 5 yuan in cash and handed it to Jiang Cheng, who then received 5 rings and began to toss them.
Sun Xiaoli stood next to her mother and watched as the money was handed to Jiang Cheng.
She wanted Jiang Cheng to recognize her and see the contempt in her eyes.
But she noticed that Jiang Cheng looked at her with a strange gaze, as if he was pretending not to know her.
"Ha, he's afraid of losing face, so he's pretending not to know me."
Sun Xiaoli was thinking to herself, but when she saw the wad of money in Jiang Cheng's hand, she felt a strange sensation.
Is he making money?
Is it only adults who can make money?
Jiang Cheng didn't care about all that; he just felt that the girl looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where she was.
Soon, Sun Xiaoli's mother finished all five sets.
But they didn't get anything out of it.
"I was so close! I could have gotten that 100 yuan!"
"Give me ten more laps!"
Sun Xiaoli's mother took out another 10 yuan and handed it to Jiang Cheng.
The people behind them were annoyed. "Are you kidding me? If you're going to buy the rings, buy them all at once. Why are you buying them one at a time? I can't just stand in line for nothing!"
Jiang Cheng put away the money and smiled at the person behind him, saying, "Brother, wait a moment, don't rush. When it's your turn, you might buy the rings in several installments."
The middle-aged man stopped cursing and swearing, but his hands were rubbing together, first to get a feel for it, then his eyes were fixed on the 100-yuan bill on Jiang Cheng's stall.
Sun Xiaoli's mother started playing ring toss again, but this time her target was no longer her wallet and shoes, but rather the four 100-yuan bills on the stall.
As for what gift to give my husband, husband?
My husband has been completely forgotten.
At the entrance of the mall, groups of women could be seen shopping in a hurry: "Let's walk faster, buy what we need, and then queue up. Maybe we can make it in time, and we can even put on a pair of leather shoes to go home."
Inside the mall, at many stalls, people were also hesitating, saying, "Boss, can you make this a little cheaper? I'll buy two to reach 100 yuan."
This is happening at many stalls, leaving many stall owners puzzled.
"What's going on?"
Several groups of customers have been insisting on reaching 100 yuan. What do they want to do with 100 yuan?
At the entrance of the mall, two mall floor managers had been observing Jiang Cheng for a while. They both knew that Jiang Cheng was brought by Shen Youqing.
One of the quick-witted ones, after observing the situation clearly, patted the person next to him on the shoulder and said...
"Brother, I'll go upstairs and check things out."
He turned and left after saying that, actually intending to go to Shen Youqing's office to flatter her.
This marketing strategy is absolutely brilliant!
It attracted customers and boosted consumption!
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