Chapter 67: Starting to Set Up a Stall

It took Cui Changjia a full forty-five days from the time he was reborn to the time he rented the factory, to the time when Cui Xiuyuan and Cui Wenquan were discharged from the hospital, and then to the time when the factory could start production.

When I first came back, there was still some green on the branches of the trees.

Now, the leaves on the branches are almost gone, and it is already early November 2004.

The Lunar New Year in 2004 came very late, not until February of the Gregorian calendar 2005.

It is only November now and there are still three months until the Chinese New Year. Cui Changjia believes that she can make the factory progress steadily within these three months!

To produce a folding table, you just need to adjust the angle of the table legs, make the mold, and mark the dimensions, then production can be completed quickly. However, it does require physical strength to get to the end.

So Cui Xiuyuan and his team did five hundred of them a day. By the evening, Cui Xiuyuan could hardly lift his arms while sitting on the stool.

Not only Cui Xiuyuan was in the office, but Cui Wenquan and Cui Changjia were also there.

In the afternoon, Cui Changjia said that Cui Wenquan would be sent back, but he insisted on not leaving. In order to show that he could take care of himself, he ran to the dormitory and made his bed. There was no choice but to let him stay.

Now there are two people in one room, one has a broken bone and it takes him a long time to get up at night, and the other has had a stroke on half of his side and he drags his feet when he walks. Who can take care of whom?
It can be seen that they are father and son!
The most fortunate thing is that Cui Wenquan still has a clear mind and is determined. When eating at night, he takes the initiative to wrap a towel around his neck to prevent his left hand from getting it on his clothes.

Cui Changjia had already moved his home computer here, placed it in the office and installed an Internet cable.

While Cui Xiuyuan was discussing the angle of the large folding table with Cui Wenquan, Cui Changjia was arguing with the advertising shop on QQ about the finalization of the brand logo.

Cui Changjia and Cui Xiuyuan have discussed that even if these two folding tables are not made into a brand, they must have a brand to make it easier for people to distinguish them.

After discussion, they decided to name these two products "Hao Shi".

"Hao Shi" means good things, and their family will definitely be fine.

After many discussions with the merchants, the final version of the brand icon was a bright red persimmon with the letter C wrapped around it. C naturally represents the Cui family.

There are eyes and mouths painted on the persimmons, which is very cute.

Cui Changjia chose self-adhesive transparent stickers, and when the advertising shop finished them, he took them back and stuck them directly on the back of the small table and could sell them.

Cui Changjia asked the advertising shop to expedite the production, and it was completed the next morning. She went to the advertising shop to get it, and in the afternoon she pasted the LOGO on the back of the table boards, and then loaded 100 of them directly into the van.

Her first stop is Cantonese University!
The school has classes during the day, so few students go out during the day and usually go out after school in the afternoon.

They eat, play billiards, go to Internet cafes, or even buy something in groups of three or five.

She had inquired about it long ago, and found out that there was a night market next to the state university, which lasted from five or six o'clock to nine or ten o'clock. Of course, most of the people who came to buy things were students.

Cui Changjia arrived at four o'clock. She arrived early and found a good seat a little further inside the intersection.

There is a house behind this location, and the owner is an old lady. When she saw Cui Changjia was going to park his car and set up a stall here, she directly refused.

Cui Changjia took out five yuan and gave it to the old lady, and she set up the stall. For a long time, she had been selling the leftover goods from the warehouse at the night market, and she was very familiar with the rules of the night market. Some night markets have administrators, and in that case, she could pay to rent a fixed stall.

Like the night market near Zhoucheng University, no one is in charge, so the old lady didn't let Cui Changjia set up his stall here, just because she wanted some stall fees.

In fact, it was just a matter of a few dollars. The money was paid readily and the seller felt at ease.

The sun set and the temperature dropped. Cui Changjia put on the scarf that Chang Ying gave her, opened the trunk of the van, took out five or six tables and placed them around, and then hung the billboard on the car.

The billboard was not written casually by Cui Changjia, but was designed by an advertising shop. It has the logo of the folding table and the scenes in which it can be used. A circle of small light bulbs are hung around it, which makes it very eye-catching from a distance.

Every era has its own way of doing business.

In the 1970s and 1980s, supplies were scarce and you could generally make money by selling anything.

Around the turn of the millennium, China's economy took off, transportation conditions improved a lot, goods circulated faster between the north and the south, and the small commodity market developed extremely rapidly. If you wanted to do business again, you had to be careful and have something attractive to attract people.

As time went by, in addition to the vendors at the night market, people gradually came to the market, most of them were students. Looking at the energetic faces, Cui Changjia couldn't help but think of his own youth. The vague memories were incoherent in his mind.
Soon someone was attracted. They were two little girls, both with ponytails, young and energetic.

Two girls stopped by Cui Changjia's stall, and one girl said, "This little table is so special."

Cui Changjia pointed to the advertisement hanging on the car and said, "It's cold in winter. If you don't want to get out of bed to study, you can put the small table on the bed to do homework. It's very stable."

As she spoke, she shook the small table vigorously, and it was indeed stable.

She picked up the table again and folded up the legs. "When you're not using it, you can fold it up and put it anywhere without taking up any space."

"How much?" another girl asked. "This is pretty good."

"Fifteen dollars a ticket, but if you can find five people to buy it, I can give it to you all at the group purchase price of thirteen dollars a ticket."

The two girls looked at each other, turned their heads away, and muttered to Cui Changjia behind their backs. Then they turned around and one of them said, "We both want them. You can charge us thirteen yuan each."

Cui Changjia hesitated for a while and said, "Okay, we just opened, I'll give you 13 tickets each. You have to help me promote it when you go back."

In fact, Cui Changjia had not originally intended to sell the tickets for fifteen yuan each, after all, students did not have that much spare money.

"no problem!"

The two little girls paid the money happily and each carried a small table away.

Cui Changjia secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put the twenty-six yuan he received into his bag. It was the first payment, and the business opened smoothly. Very good!
Cui Xiuyuan was always restless in the factory, especially after dark. He ran to the factory gate several times on crutches to see if Cui Changjia had returned.

He wanted to call Cui Changjia several times to ask, but he didn't dare to because he was afraid that those small folding tables would not be sold.

Cui Wenquan was calmer than Cui Xiuyuan. He spent most of the day in the shed. Even when he was tired, he would rather sit inside and rest than go out.

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