Chapter 4: Wang Ai Flower Shop opens

November 30th was a memorable day. On the morning of this day, Ai Xiaoqing and boss Liu of the South China Flower Shop in Anshan called the phone and said that it was their own flowers, about thirty. Boss Liu was overjoyed at the first hearing. Although the number is not large, this is the first local flower. This is much easier than competing with a bunch of flower shops in Shenyang and Dalian for air freight. This logistics base must be cultivated. Although it is the first sale, the other party sees the money and can expand the planting without their own supervision. The future supply can be stabilized!
Boss Liu was very enthusiastic about how to cut branches and keep warm, and agreed to deliver to the store the next morning. Ai Xiaoqing happily came home from work with Wang Bin. When I could n’t cook at home, I went to the shed to save the blooming flowers. It was like holding a pile of money. Until Wang Ai shouted hungry, she woke up and smiled at each other.
In the early morning of the next day, the couple got up before dawn. Use a small shovel to unearth the soil and put it in a small medicine bottle. Use a scissors to cut a flower and insert one in the mud. Use a cardboard box covered with cotton wool. The flowers are layered. Each flower is covered with a large plastic bag. The flowers in the past 30 have not occupied a lot of space, but this thing is delicate. It is already cold at the end of November, so most of the carton boxes are inside. All are warm cotton quilts and quilts.
After packing, Wang Bin hurriedly took a few sips of rice, drank a bowl of porridge, followed the hero-like expedition, and gently held the paper-shell box, and went right away.
This morning, Ai Xiaoqing was restless, and Wang Ai, who was sitting in the school classroom, was also a little hesitant. When noon was out of school, Wang Ai cheered when she saw her unsmiling mother at the school gate, and it was done!
Sure enough, when he got home, Wang Bin was cooking while cooking, but Wang Bin rarely cooked.
At the dinner table, Wang Bin poured a glass of wine for Wang Ai, but before he waited for Wang Ai's glass, Wang Bin was bored with a sip. The angry Wang Ai stared. The couple laughed.
Wang Bin said: "Son, I got 285 yuan back from this buying and selling home. You are the first one! I caught up with my mother and your two-month salary, but you ca n’t drink for you at a young age, but I ’ll keep it for you , Wait for you to grow up. "
Wang Ai rolled his eyes, sulking and ignoring him. Ai Xiaoqing touched Wang Ai's head: "Son, why did you go to the store?"
Wang Ai said: "I just want to go in and see the flowers before I see them."
"My son is not only good at studying, but also visionary, it's amazing!" Ai Xiaoqing praised Wang Ai and calmed down.
Wang Ai shrugged. Anyway, now that I do n’t have any money to spend, I do n’t want any money, but I have to say something in advance:
Parents, I plan to skip the grade after the next semester.
"Jump? Have you finished all your third grade books?"
"I finished my third grade book early, and now I am in the fourth grade. I can read the fifth grade next semester, and I will read some of the sixth grade."
The couple did not eat anymore. They turned to Wang Ai's elementary school textbook for three years and began to take the test. One question and one answer, dozens of questions came down, and the answer was as good as a prodigy! The couple were happy and broke.
Selling flowers went smoothly, Wang Ai's studies were smooth. Although some people in the village were curious about what Wang Bin was doing, it was not easy to break into the house. Relatives asked a few times during the Chinese New Year. I heard that those who planted and sold flowers did not take it for granted. Wang Ai's grandfather Wang Cheng was kind of unhappy to teach Wang Bin that it was not good to plant a field to work and pull a calf! Wang Bin couldn't tell the difference, but Ai Xiaoqing was afraid that the high income of selling flowers would be heard, and she pretended not to be silent. Fortunately, people in the village know that these two couples are talented students. If there is such a bit of unnaturalness, it is as if the scholars went crazy, and they laughed and passed.
In the coming year, spring flowers bloom. In May of 1994, after a half-year exploration, the planting technology of the two couples has gradually matured, and the control of the flowering period by batch has been well done. Now it can produce nearly five flowers per month. Baizhi, with a net profit of 4,000 yuan, not only has the shed in the backyard, but also an ugly, humble plastic shed in the front yard. Most of the Anshan South China Flower Shop is supplied by Wang Aijia. A few of them have no flower seeds, and the young lady Liu of the flower shop has promised to find seeds.
In the first half of the couple's life, bank deposits have reached more than 20,000, and they have quietly become the richest man in the village. Fortunately, both of them are scholars, they have conservation, and have no trouble with money. How did they live before and how do they live? Ai Xiaoqing gave Wang Aiqian money to go to college. The children of other people's homes can only go to college when they are seventeen or eighteen years old, and their little ancestors will be in grade six for six years in the second half of the year. They can go to college much earlier than the children of other people's homes.
On May 15th Wang Bin was not happy when he returned from the delivery. It turned out that Boss Liu in Anshan had reduced the price of the flowers, and the selling price had not changed. The average price of the goods had been reduced by 20%. It was said that the flowers could not be sold, and the cost was higher. . Wang Bin's eyesight to go north and south is still there. Obviously, the supply is stable, and he is jealous of making money. But the flower shop in Anshan is now one, and there is nothing they can do to lower prices. What is more frightening is that this time the price is lowered, and the price may be lowered next time.
Wang Ai looked at the sadness of two couples, grinning grinning: "Parents, Anshan has a flower shop, Shenyang certainly has, and there must be more than one. Shen, Liao and An must have some flowers, but like our family This is definitely one of ours. This is an unpopular business. Our family has been doing it for a little over half a year, and no one in the village in front of me has followed it. We can only buy one from our family, and worry about selling it? "
Wang Bin's eyes brightened and he went straight to Shenyang without saying a word the next day. After returning at night, the news is great. Shenyang is indeed the provincial capital. There are now seven flower shops in the city. Three companies directly promised a monthly supply of less than a thousand sticks, and how much they would cost. The price dropped by one dollar by air freight. Although the other four are not so happy, they are also very enthusiastic and have agreed to order the goods when they arrive. Should be afraid of encountering a liar or flower growth is not good.
The family counts the output of the family, and they can barely supply two. If there is a shortage of supply, what are you waiting for? The couple took money from the bank and hired people to buckle the shed directly in their own land. The couple originally wanted to plant directly in the ground. Wang Ai persuaded the flowers to be delicate. When they encountered heavy rain, hail, and bugs, they were finished. They had to be planted in the greenhouse to be safe.
Wang Ai's house was the first to buckle the shed. The villagers' minds moved and the incessant stream of questions came to him. Wang Ai gave the family ideas to let the villagers also plant flowers. No matter what flowers, as long as they arrived , Two yuan a branch. The price is not high, but it is much stronger than the farmland. This vegetable plot can be packed and planted in front of and behind the house. It is easy to earn more than one or two hundred a month. Farmers in this year can see only three or four when they grow food a year. For 100 yuan, there is nothing left to eat. Therefore, the villagers who have the courage to buy some seedlings in Wang Ai's house are comparable. After a month or two, Wang Ai's really bought the money with one hand, and the village was a sensation. Everyone in the house was old and young. They all planted flowers, and the people in the village were afraid that other villages would follow suit. They asked the Wang Aijia couple not to leave the village, and they told each other that this is a great plan for the whole village. No one is allowed to tell the outside village. The village did not teach at all. The village committee also sent militiamen to guard the village entrance. Outsiders were not allowed to enter the village, and they were heavily guarded.
By the time of Wang Ai's summer vacation, the village had grown flowers, and every day villagers came home to let Wang Bin come to collect flowers. In the past, Wang Bin and his wife were celebrities in the village, and now they are highly respected, with smiling faces everywhere. Wang Ai also talked to two couples at the flower shop and told them that the sale of flowers also fluctuated. Other villages couldn't follow Xue's control. They also had to have their own distribution channels. , The market is rotten, and there is no money to earn from selling flowers. While Liaoyang doesn't have a flower shop yet, let's do it first. With your own flower shop, it doesn't matter if the planting of flowers is rotten, and it doesn't matter if you lose it in Anshan Market, Shenyang. By that time, it will not be a lack of flowers, but a market of flowers.
After hearing this, the couple felt that it made sense, and they both quit and stayed. Anyway, the one hundred and seventy-eight people who added together in that month are also inconspicuous. Throughout July, including their own family and acquisitions, the flowers were sold for more than 26,000 yuan in January. I have been paid for over a hundred years. Simply looking for a house in front of the major hospitals in Liaoyang. I wanted to rent a house. Wang Ai asked. A shop with more than 30 square meters sold for more than 20,000, so I just bought it.
On August 15th, Wang Ai's first flower shop opened in front of the Fourth Hospital. The opening was very low-key, but the response was great. As the first flower shop in Liaoyang City, this small shop called Wang Ai Flower Shop had customers. These years people have just two dollars and are envious of western life. A lot of petty bourgeoisie are opened at the entrance of the hospital, and those who come to buy flowers break the threshold. Although the price is very expensive, there is no shortage of rich people, especially those who visit patients in the high-level ward, and no one is bad. Ai Xiaoqing couldn't stand it after ten days in the store, and quickly invited a girlfriend to help her. Accounting for half a month, net profit is more than 3,000.
A month later, under the mobilization of Wang Ai, another flower shop was opened at the entrance of another large hospital. Although the money made at home for more than half a year has been cleaned out, this is really a fixed monthly income. Ai Xiaoqing asked three classmates to help him look at the store. In addition to serving flowers at home every day, Wang Bin ran to Anshan and Shenyang for delivery. Later, in September, he bought an old Jinbei bread for delivery.
At this time, Wang Ai breathed a sigh of relief, and her wealthy life at home was stable. The poor's first step is nothing, but as long as the money is taken, everything is done smoothly. It's your turn now.