Destined to be eight buckets of rice, walk all over the world dissatisfied with the rise!
Fate this thing, do not believe no! I am destined to be the life of a small trader and a hawker. You can't make a fortune, and you can't starve to death if you are diligent and fast!
When she was 30 years old, she worked in The Eight Children's Clothing Wholesale City in Zhongshan, Guangzhou, and met a colleague Guangxi girl, who would set up stalls selling some girls' trinkets at the Wanjia Supermarket in Zhongshan Bazhoumen after work at night (probably called Wanjia, I can't remember for more than ten years). Under her influence, I also wanted to get something to sell, understand the market rules of the stalls, and if I could, I wouldn't have to work for others.
At first, I didn't dare to invest too much money, after all, it was a try, in case I couldn't sell it, I would be in trouble. I don't know what to sell. At that time, my child was only two or three years old, and there were also wholesale toy merchants in the children's clothing city, so I wanted to try some toys, in case I couldn't sell them, I could play with my son. The first time I took the goods about a hundred dollars, are a few pieces of small toys, exercise children's hand-eye coordination of the small percussion, sugar orange size Thomas small train, a variety of small car stationery box size electronic keyboard, small picture cards, are very delicate and very cute, batch two or three pieces, five or six pieces, sell also sell a five or six pieces, ten pieces, the most expensive no more than fifteen pieces.
Every day after dinner early, I would walk for two or three minutes to set up a small stall in front of KFC to sell. At night, there are many people in Zhongshan, after work, work, after dinner, out to shop, people come and go, endless. I went home every day until 9:30 or 10 o'clock because I had to go to work the next day. The daily income is also very pitiful, selling thirty-forty-fifty-fifty-sixty. I remember the best day was to sell more than one hundred and forty pieces, because I took out and sold the toilet barrel that my son didn't use, ninety-and-a-half percent new, basically unused. There was also a small tricycle sent by the milk powder supermarket to sell, (because at that time, the young son was often sick, and his father took him back to his hometown) so much sold.
I didn't sell toys for long, about a month or so, because my work was often squeezed out, plus other things, I quit my job and went back to my hometown.
That was only the first step for me to get involved in setting up a stall, the highlight of my stall was to buy children's clothes in Zhongshan Eight, and every day I fought with the city management, I could shoot a TV series, full of the heartache and tears of the little people at the bottom... Write it out when you are interested in it one day.
