Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

Zheng Juzi explained: "He came with your brother, and most likely knows our purchase price and the quantity we have, but he doesn't know our specific daily sales volume. If I withhold 2,000 pieces, he will think that our daily sales volume is much higher. If we can sell so many pieces in a day at such an expensive price, he will be more confident about our clothes."

Gu Xiaoer: "There is such an operation."

Zheng Juzi: “Yes.”

Gu Xiaoer: "Then are we going to sell the rest?" Two thousand pieces is a lot. At 3 yuan each, they can be sold for 6000 yuan.

Zheng Juzi shook her head: "It's not appropriate now."

We just signed a big deal, so we can’t make people feel uncomfortable, right?

Gu Xiaoer thought it made sense.

"Okay, don't be so sullen. I agreed to give you 1 yuan for each piece you sell. Now that you've sold one piece, it's yuan without any calculation. Now let's count it."

"How much?!" He must be dreaming. Gu Xiaoer slapped himself, "What did you say? Say it again?!"

Zheng Juzi felt pain from the loud slap. "Why are you so surprised? Didn't we agree to give you 1 yuan for every piece you sell? The ones that are in stock, given away, or lost don't count. That's all."

"I, I, I..." He must be dreaming. Gu Xiaoer slapped himself on the other side of his face again. His ideal goal for doing this was at most 100 yuan.

When I discussed it with Zheng Juzi, I estimated that out of the 100 yuan earned by the three of us, he would take 35 yuan to buy a new basketball and new sneakers.

This sudden wealth came too suddenly! Gu Xiaoer didn't know what to do. Should I stand? Or sit? Should I just kowtow to Mr. Orange?

Honest, really too honest.

I pulled at my vest and saw the words "get rich" written on it. Could this be the legendary "You still have to have dreams, what if they come true?"

Zheng Juzi gave Zheng Hanqiu another 1 yuan.

Zheng Hanqiu said disdainfully: “So little.”

Zheng Juzi: "Oh, if you hadn't helped me just now, I wouldn't have had that much money. We agreed to only get 5 cents per piece, and you didn't print that many."

Zheng Hanqiu reluctantly said, "Okay then."

"Oh, right." Zheng Juzi asked, "How do you know they are doing business at the train station?"

Zheng Hanqiu: "Guess."

"Give me back my money!" Zheng Juzi pretended to snatch the money back.

"I'm telling you, it's just my feeling, it's really just my feeling... If you keep pulling the money, it will rot. Damaging coins is against the law!"

Zheng Juzi let go: "It's really a feeling."

Zheng Hanqiu hugged his money and defended himself, "It's really a feeling. It's really their temperament that gives me this feeling."

Zheng Juzi snorted: "Remember to give mom a share of the money you earn."

Zheng Hanqiu curled his lips: "Got it."

Zheng Juzi glared at Gu Xiaoer who was still feeling proud. "And you, this time it's all thanks to your brother's help. His favor was paid for by your money."

Gu Xiaoer naturally had no objection. After thinking for a while, he asked Zheng Hanqiu tentatively: "Sister Qiu, is your share too little? Do you want me to share some with you?"

Zheng Hanqiu... What the hell is Sister Qiu? Who is your sister?!

"We agreed at the beginning that it's not necessary." Zheng Hanqiu refused coldly, "But I also want to earn more, how about you do me a favor."

Seeing that his former competitors have surpassed him by so much, Zheng Hanqiu also wants to work harder to make money.

"What help?"

Zheng Hanqiu said, "The funds for your brother's factory should be in place soon. Why don't you talk to your brother and let me design clothes for them? I won't ask for much. Just give me 1 yuan for each piece of clothing sold."

In the past, Gu Xiaoer would have thought that 1 yuan for a piece of clothing was too much, but now he has only worked behind Zheng Juzi for half a month and has earned so much, and he doesn't even think that 1 yuan for a piece of clothing is too much. "Okay, I'll go talk to my brother."

Oh my god, Gu Xiaoer wanted to scream. With so much money, it would be enough for him to live his whole life.

Now that all the goods have been sold, there is no need to set up a stall anymore, which means that Zheng Juzi no longer needs anyone to drive the tractor or protect him. Luo Cheng and Song Xing feel a little disappointed.

In fact, the money they earn these days is considered a high income, but they don’t know where to find work if they leave here.

"If you have nothing else to do, you can do it at my house first." Zheng Juzi said.

Song Xing was somewhat helpless: "We... don't know how to raise pigs."

Zheng Juzi... Have you ever raised pigs with me? How could you have such an idea?!

Luo Cheng was anxious when he saw his brother like this, "But don't worry, Boss Orange, we can learn."

I have corrected her so many times that she looks like an orange seller.

Taking a deep breath, taking a deep breath, and exhaling slowly, Zheng Juzi said: "As you can see, my brothers and I are not very strong. We are afraid that we will be bullied in the future. Can you teach us some self-defense skills?"

Zheng Hanqiu emphasized: "Especially my brother."

Zheng Feizhou... woo woo woo, who did I offend? These afternoons he had to train with two uncles and his whole body ached.

He calculates every day when they can leave, and his fingers are almost broken. But his sister actually wants to keep them?

Their eyes lit up: "No problem, leave it to us."

Zheng Juzi: "Protect our personal safety as well."

Luo Cheng and Song Xing said yes. Although they didn't quite understand what the sisters did in the next few days, they felt that the sisters were able to pay their wages on time, so they felt they were quite trustworthy.

At least in this town, there are really not many people who can give them a stable job.

"Juzi, where are the clothes at home?" Zheng Guixiang was worried when he went out and was afraid when he came home. He wanted to ask about business, but when he came back, he found that the clothes that filled every room were gone. He was surprised and happy and asked with beautiful expectations: "Are they all sold out?"

Zheng Juzi remained calm and composed: "Almost."

"How much is it approximately? How much is left?"

“There are about 2,000 pieces left.”

If it were a few days ago, Zheng Guixiang would have felt that two thousand pieces were already a lot, but after being oppressed by more than 20,000 pieces for so many days, he now feels that two thousand pieces are not worth mentioning.

"Sold them all?"

Zheng Juzi nodded and said, "I'll listen to you and sell it at a lower price."

If Zheng Guixiang had listened to his daughter before, he would have felt respected. But now he wants to know: "How much did it sell for? Is it enough to pay off the debt?"

"I made a lot of money from the sales, and the debt has been paid off." He put his guarantee agreement and IOU in front of him and said, "It's been dealt with."

Zheng Guixiang's chin was about to touch the ground. It had only been a few days, and he had already paid off all the money?

"Isn't it a loss?"