Rebirth 1990: I have three golden fingers

Just a few minutes later, the first 21-inch color TV was sold for 1,100 yuan.

Fang Bai saw that the scene was very popular. Even if he asked whether he wanted to buy more or less, there must be many people who really wanted to buy.

He hasn't asked for any help yet, hasn't held any giveaways, and hasn't used many sales tactics yet, and now it feels like they're unnecessary.

As for electrical appliance stores, there is no need for them.

The plan really couldn't keep up with the change, which was unexpected.

By the time his father brought the repaired TV over, half an hour had passed and a total of three TVs had been sold.

Fang Bai gave his father the satchel for collecting bills and money, and personally taught him how to collect money, write bills, and be careful about counterfeit money.

There is a lot of fake money these days. Some unscrupulous people put fake money into real banknotes. If they are not careful when counting money, they will receive fake money.

Chinese people are very good at playing this game. Fortunately, they don’t have too advanced equipment. Fang Bai can easily identify fake money without having to look at it or touch it.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, one to two hundred people gathered around the stall. Some people went back to withdraw money and then return.

The tenth TV set was sold, 6 of which were color TVs and 4 were black and white TVs, with a revenue of 7,000 to 8,000 yuan.

Fang Shi touched the bulging satchel with an excited smile on his face, knowing that his son would be able to get his money back today.

Heck, with such popularity, it’s hard not to get rich.

Every time a TV is sold, Fang Shi feels extremely happy, and his face becomes more wrinkled when he smiles.

By four o'clock in the afternoon, 15 TVs were sold, and the revenue exceeded 10,000 yuan.

Fang Bai took most of the money back. After a few hours of sales and observation, he felt comfortable leaving the field sales work to his father and four part-time workers.

Returning to the rental house, I saw that they had repaired ten more TVs in a few hours in the afternoon.

Jingtian saw Fang Bai coming back and saw that he was in a good mood. He smiled and asked, "Mr. Fang, how are the sales going?"

Other students who were doing repairs were also curious about today's sales.

Fang Bai smiled and said: "Not bad."

"Mr. Fang said yes, it must be very popular. Congratulations."

"Haha, let's have dinner together in the evening. Everyone, please work harder. Don't leave after finishing the task. Let's go to dinner together when they come back." Fang Bai was indeed in a happy mood, and he got his money back that day, which made him relieved.

Everyone was very happy to hear that there was a dinner party in the evening, and even if they didn't know how to flatter, they would imitate Sedum.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang, that's so generous."

"Mr. Fang is awesome."

If you can treat Mr. Fang, you will definitely get a meal of meat.

Many of them had poor food, so they had a meal with Mr. Fang in a small restaurant at noon and felt that they were taken care of and felt warm.

Now Mr. Fang says that a dinner party is definitely better than lunch, and many people have begun to imagine eating a delicious meat dish.

"Then come on everyone."

Fang Bai's smile became even brighter when he heard everyone's joy.

He knows that a dinner costs nothing to him, and that such a meal can increase the cohesion and centripetal force of the team.

Well, it just makes them work harder.

Students in this era are quite passionate about their work. Even if Fang Bai makes a big picture, they like it and don't know the dangers of society.

Of course, Fang Bai doesn't like to paint a pie for these students.

If he were a worker in the future, he would definitely scold Fang Bai secretly: Just make me work hard for just one meal, that’s impossible!

Fang Bai returned to the bedroom to plan the sales work in the next few days.

The total number of TVs moved to the sales site today is 30. Except for the 32-inch color TV that is not for sale as a display, the actual number of TVs available for sale is 29.

When he came back, he had sold 15 units, and he believed that selling more than 20 units today would not be a problem.

Fang Bai couldn't help but feel a surge of joy in his heart. He knew that today's sales were very successful, which was beyond his surprise.

There is no need to open a specialty store, just set up a stall in a place with a large flow of people.

What he didn't know was that after he left, it happened to be the peak period for passers-by to return, and he saw a stall selling TVs. More and more people gathered, and they started to inquire.

Some people didn't bring enough money, and they watched the TVs being moved away with some regret.

Others are eager to go home to discuss with their families and try to buy a TV.

Some people even want to borrow money from relatives and friends just to buy their favorite TV.

Fortunately, before Fang Bai left, he wrote a sign with one line on it: "The last show the day after tomorrow."

In this way, passers-by who do not have enough money and need to negotiate will have an opportunity.

Of course, the "last show the day after tomorrow" sign will always be hanging.

What may be the last sale for others, is just the beginning for Fang Bai.

When they are sold out, they will tell those who didn’t buy it that there will be one last show.

It may cause misunderstandings in publicity, but it can make customers spend their money more efficiently.

Fang Shi saw that there were too many people at the scene, and some people were even rushing to pay for a TV. The two customers almost got into a fight, and had to intervene to resolve the situation. Fortunately, Li Meng successfully helped resolve the conflict.

At half past five in the afternoon, Fang Bai was reading a book when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the corridor. He looked up and saw that it was his father.

There was joy on his face, and the bag on his waist was bulging.

Fang Bai put down the book and asked with a smile:

"Dad, are they sold out?"

"It's sold out. I'm back from closing the stall. The sales are so popular. If you hadn't said you wouldn't move the TVs over, I would have sold about ten more TVs."

“If you move here and sell it, there will be less goods the day after tomorrow.

Dad, we are creating a hot sales scene. This is called hunger marketing, and it will definitely reach a climax the day after tomorrow.

A moderate supply will increase consumers' favorability towards us and enhance their purchasing experience.

Those viewers will definitely help us vigorously promote our TVs when they go back tonight, saying that our TVs are very cheap and they are rushing to get them. If they buy them, they will make money.

This way, more customers will be attracted.

Anyway, we are not buying and selling at once, but selling for a long time. "

Fang Bai patiently explained that he was teaching his father business concepts. Maybe his father had poor understanding, but with time and experience, he could always be the leader in a certain field.

Most of the business people in the 1990s had little education. Many started by setting up street vendors, accumulated experience and wealth, and became big names in an industry after doing well.

His father is an authentic and honest farmer who doesn't talk much. Unlike his mother, who always smiles and greets strangers when she meets them, she is a small community cow.

"Oh, that's right."

Fang Shi seemed to understand a little bit, "Someone wanted to buy our big color TV and offered a price of 6,000 yuan. I even wanted to sell it."

"Haha, there are so many rich people.

I won’t sell it for now. I finally picked up this one. If I find one next time, it won’t be too late to sell it. There will always be people who want good things. "Fang Bai said, "I told them to have dinner tonight and talk to Li Meng and the four of them. If they don't know, I will go back to school. "

"When you left, two customers almost got into a fight over the TV. Fortunately, Li Meng helped persuade them and there was no conflict. This girl is pretty good."

Fang Bai said "Oh" and said, "Okay, I know, I will reward her alone."

Fang Shi took off his satchel and wanted to give it to his son and ask him to check the revenue.

Fang Bai was not interested in counting the money, so he asked his father to keep it first. After going downstairs, he saw that Li Meng and the four of them had not left, and they talked about having a dinner together.

In fact, Fang Bai didn't need to say more. When these part-time maintenance students saw Li Meng and others coming back, they said that Mr. Fang wanted to have a dinner together, and they were even more active than Fang Bai.

At six o'clock, it was time for part-time workers to get off work, and Fang Bai asked his father to settle everyone's wages for today.

Everyone was very happy to get the money, not to mention there was a dinner party in the evening.

Afterwards, Fang Bai praised Li Meng for admonishing the conflict in the afternoon, and specially rewarded Li Meng with ten yuan. Others supported him and rewarded each person with two yuan.

Li Meng didn't expect that Mr. Fang would specially reward her because she was just helping to break up the fight, and she felt very happy.

Chen Xiaofang envied Li Meng very much and regretted not going up to break up the fight earlier. However, she also received a two-dollar reward and felt balanced.

Seeing my son's big rewards, I didn't quite understand why my son was rewarded with so much money at first. A few words of praise would be enough.

However, when I think about how much money I have earned, it doesn’t matter if I give more to those who work, but I am afraid that my son will give random rewards in the future.

After Fang Bai handed out the money, he asked everyone to wash their hands, pack their things and go out for the dinner.

It is inconvenient to travel now, so Fang Bai chose to have dinner at a restaurant for lunch, which had more hard dishes, drinks and beer.

Everyone sat together in the restaurant, enjoying simple food and a joyful atmosphere.

The dinner went very happily, everyone drank happily, and the relationship between each other became closer.

After dinner, everyone left and went back to school. Fang Bai and his father returned to the rented house.

Fang Bai felt very satisfied, and his father took him back to the bedroom to count today's sales.

"Dad, can't you just count the money yourself?"

"You have to count your own money. You have a number in your heart. You don't care how much you earn. You kid is so big-hearted." Fang Shi patted his son on the shoulder. In fact, he wanted his son to count the money and share it together. joy.

"Hey, okay." Fang Bai no longer wanted to read a book, but he wanted to know the specific revenue.