188: Chapter 188 Can this really make money?

Long Que was in the second group of people allowed into the Mi Home Clothing Store.

Immediately, he was subjected to questioning.

"Name?"

"Long Que."

"Gender?"

"Male."

"Occupation?"

"Vendor."

"What color do you want to buy?"

"Purple."

Xiao Ming recorded everything one by one.

"Are you literate?"

Xiao Ming asked.

"I am, I am."

Long Que nodded repeatedly.

"Good."

"Take a look, this is the size chart."

Xiao Ming took out a chart and let Long Que look at it.

Meanwhile, he checked with the other illiterate people to find their sizes and let them try on the clothes.

"I'll take size XL."

Long Que looked at the sizes and said.

"Good."

Xiao Ming took out a purple sweater wrapped in a plastic bag for Long Que.

The XL label could be seen on the plastic bag.

After obtaining the raw materials for plastic through the fractional distillation of crude oil, Zhao Fusu had the scientists at the Materials Academy research it and create the nefarious plastic bag.

Everyone knew that plastic bags weren't anything good, but they were impossible to ban in daily life because the price of plastic bags was just too low.

He could only wait until he had more money in the future to tell the commoners not to litter and build waste incineration plants to uniformly destroy household waste.

"Please leave through here."

Xiao Ming made a gesture for Long Que to leave.

"I want to buy a few more!"

Long Que said.

"Purchase is limited to one per person!"

Xiao Ming shook his head and refused.

Originally, Zhao Fusu hadn't planned on implementing purchase limits.

But so many people were lining up to buy sweaters.

The desire of the people in Xianyang City to buy sweaters exceeded Zhao Fusu's expectations.

It could be said that the sweater's debut in Xianyang City was a massive success!

Long Que frowned.

Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, he could only take the purple sweater and hurriedly leave the Mi Home Clothing Store.

At Xiang Liang's residence, Fan Zeng, Xiang Liang, and Xiang Yu were all waiting for Long Que to return.

After hearing footsteps, they all looked toward the courtyard.

Their gazes simultaneously landed on the black package in Long Que's hand.

"How is the quality of the clothes?"

Xiang Liang asked Long Que impatiently.

"I haven't opened it to look yet."

Long Que replied.

He had rushed all the way back and indeed hadn't had time to open the black plastic bag wrapping the sweater.

"Then hurry up and open it."

Xiang Liang urged.

"Understood!"

Long Que tore open the black plastic bag, revealing the purple sweater inside.

Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng took the sweater from Long Que's hands.

The first thing that caught their eyes was the sweater's exquisite craftsmanship.

The stitching was fine and even, without a single loose thread exposed; the stitches seemed to contain a sense of orderly beauty.

The edges of the sweater were handled extremely smoothly, without any coarseness. Touching it, everywhere the fingers went was soft and smooth.

"This..."

Fan Zeng gently caressed the sweater, his eyes full of surprise.

He had originally thought he would see a garment with crude workmanship and inferior materials, but the sweater before him completely exceeded his imagination.

While scrutinizing it, Xiang Liang also found that its color was natural and soft, not looking like a cheap item at all.

If this were handmade, it would sell for at least four or five hundred coins.

But at the Mi Home Clothing Store, it could be bought for only 30 coins.

Fan Zeng and Xiang Liang found it utterly incredible.

They couldn't help but look at Long Que and ask: "Are you sure you really only spent 30 coins to buy a sweater of such good quality?"

"Yes."

Long Que said: "Everyone who entered the Mi Home Clothing Store in the same batch as me bought a sweater for 30 coins."

"Oh!"

Xiang Liang nodded.

He put the sweater on, feeling its fit and warmth.

The sweater hugged his body gently, as if it were custom-made for him, without any sense of restriction.

Moreover, after a short while, a surge of warmth rose in his body, feeling exceptionally comfortable in this gradually cooling weather.

"This is real wool; it's so warm!"

"Incredible, truly incredible!"

Xiang Liang couldn't help but praise, "To have a sweater of this quality at such a price!"

"Brother Fan, you try it."

After taking off the sweater, Xiang Liang handed it to Fan Zeng.

"Okay."

Fan Zeng took off his own clothes and put on the sweater. After experiencing it for a while, he nodded repeatedly and said, "Whether it's the material, craftsmanship, or warmth, this sweater is top-notch. It's hard to believe it only costs 30 coins."

"Indeed!"

Xiang Liang said: "Even if it were sold for 500 coins, people would still buy it!"

Even though they had bought the sweater for thirty coins, Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng still found it hard to believe they had purchased such high-quality sweaters for such a low price.

"Can this really make money?"

Xiang Yu couldn't help but ask a soul-searching question.

"Nonsense!"

Xiang Liang rolled his eyes and said: "If they couldn't make money, would they sell it at this price?"

"Can you use your brain a bit!"

Xiang Yu smiled sheepishly.

"Brother Xiang, this might just be an opportunity!"

Fan Zeng suddenly said.

"If we transport these sweaters to other places, even if we only sell them for three hundred coins, that's a tenfold profit margin!"

Hearing this, Xiang Liang was immediately tempted.

He smiled and said: "I suddenly thought of my family."

"I thought of my family too."

Fan Zeng also smiled, "I can't bear to let my family suffer from the cold."

"Yes!"

Xiang Liang said: "Winter is coming; we can't let Qianer suffer from the cold in Fangling."

Don't be fooled by Fangling being in the south; the humidity is too heavy, and the icy water vapor penetrates directly to the skin, just like taking a cold bath, so the perceived temperature is several degrees lower than the actual temperature.

"For a sweater of such good quality, and in a Rosy Purple color too, it wouldn't be excessive if we sold one to Qianer for nine hundred coins, earning a 3000% profit margin, right!"

Xiang Liang said without batting an eye.

"Not excessive, how could that be excessive."

Fan Zeng said: "Qianer, he is our family after all!"

"We are bringing him the warmth of love all the way from Xianyang City; how could earning a 3000% profit margin be excessive."

Xiang Yu left silently.

Many times, because of his own 'womanly' benevolence, he was unable to have pleasant conversations with people like his Prime Minister Father and Uncle.

"Achoo!"

"Achoo!"

In the Chu Region, at Zhao Qian's manor, Zhao Qian was sneezing non-stop.

"Are Prime Minister Father and Uncle thinking of me!"

Zhao Qian had cast off his former decadence; his face was full of high spirits.

He walked with a light step toward the armory.