pjbooks Chapter 175 Disabled People Make Money Through Pinduoduo
Chapter 175 Disabled People Make Money Through Pinduoduo
Chapter 175 Disabled People Make Money Through Pinduoduo
"Yonghui, what do you think of this big windmill?" Li Xing was selecting goods on Pinduoduo.
Pang Yonghui glanced at it with his cross-eyed eyes, then shook his head and said, "No, I think it's too ordinary."
"If we're going to sell, we need to sell some novel and attractive toys. This plastic windmill, even if we can sell it, will only fetch a dollar or two at most. Considering our time cost, that's too little profit."
Suddenly, Pang Yonghui's eyes lit up, and he pointed to a product below, saying, "This wooden windmill looks great! I've never seen a wooden windmill like this before. If I lied to tourists and said it was handmade, I could sell it for twenty or thirty yuan each without any problem."
Li Xing glanced at the windmill. It looked ordinary, but the product details page showed it spinning, a pleasing sight with a classic, ingenious feel. It certainly looked like a good product. And it was very cheap, only four yuan each.
If they sell for 21 yuan each, the net profit per unit is 400%, which is 16 yuan.
That's 16 yuan!
Li Xing, who is disabled, earns only 800 yuan a month, which is less than 30 yuan a day.
He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Isn't it wrong to lie?"
Pang Yonghui said impatiently, "This is business. If you raise the price, how can you expect customers to bargain? Anyway, our purchase price is only 4 yuan each. Even if we sell them for 10 or 8 yuan, we can still make a profit."
Li Xing thought about it and agreed. Pang Yonghui was quick-witted, so it was better to listen to him.
Next, the two purchased more than 10 items on Pinduoduo. The average price of each item was between 4 and 5 yuan. They bought about 3 of each item to test the waters, spending less than 200 yuan in total.
The toys they buy fall into two categories: one is creative toys sold to children, such as assembling music boxes and hand-cranked windmills; the other is pretty bracelets sold to female users.
After some time, the goods arrived successfully.
All the express parcels filled a tricolor bag, and Li Xing used his only arm to lift the tricolor bag up.
The two of them unpacked the packages one by one, checking the toys for any problems. If there were any problems, they would return them; if there were no problems, they would put them back in the box.
At that time, the goods used for display will be put into cigarette boxes hanging around the neck, while the goods actually used for sale will be put into snakeskin bags.
After some inspection and testing, the quality of the items was found to be quite good.
Pang Yonghui said, "Next, let's sell at scenic spots and school gates. Brother Li, you're a pretty honest guy, not very good at talking. I'll watch you sell and teach you some sales techniques."
Li Xing was a little nervous; his palms were sweating. He wiped the sweat on his clothes and asked, "Will this really sell? What if it doesn't—"
Li Xing's life has been a failure enough, so he is especially afraid of failing again.
Pang Yonghui said impatiently, "Brother Li, didn't I already tell you? If it really doesn't work, we'll just return the goods and get a refund. Pinduoduo's review process is very lenient in this regard. Besides, we've already bought the goods; we can't just not sell them, can we?"
Li Xing thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "Let's do it!"
At the square in front of Hongyadong Scenic Area, a strange pair appeared: a middle-aged man with one arm, a cigarette pack around his neck containing many novel and interesting toys; behind him followed a man wearing sunglasses, with a large tricolor duffel bag hanging on his shoulder.
The tourists around them stared at the pair with curiosity. Li Xing felt nervous and walked with his arms and legs moving in unison. He felt that everyone around him was staring at his missing arm and gossiping behind his back.
Pang Yonghui, wearing sunglasses, kept giving Li Xing meaningful glances, but Li Xing didn't see them at all, as he was immersed in self-pity.
Pang Yonghui sighed helplessly. He was actually quite self-conscious, but once he got into business mode, he couldn't care less about that.
He quickened his pace, slapped Li Xing hard on the shoulder, and shouted, "Toys! Handmade toys! Don't miss out!"
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Pang Yonghui quickly identified a target: a couple traveling with a five- or six-year-old child, who was about to start kindergarten. He took out a hand-cranked spinning top from his cigarette case; the top was printed with images of Peking Opera face-changing.
He squatted down and said to the child with a smile, "Little friend, would you like to buy this spinning top? It's really fun. If you take it to kindergarten, I'm sure many children will want to be your friend." As he spoke, Pang Yonghui spun the spinning top, and the wooden structure spun in an orderly fashion, which was very beautiful.
The child's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly grabbed his father's and mother's hands, pleading, "Mom, I want this!"
The mother also found it interesting and asked, "How much is this?"
Pang Yonghui said, "They cost 20 yuan each. They are purely handmade, made by me and my friends. The coloring and painting are particularly troublesome." As he spoke, he pointed to Li Xing, who was standing awkwardly to the side, not daring to speak.
Women are naturally empathetic. Looking at the spinning rod and the one-armed Li Xing, she imagined many things and said with a smile, "Okay, let's have one then."
Pang Yonghui quickly said, "This is a display item. I'll get you an unopened one." After saying that, he took out a brand new spinning rod and handed it to the children.
The child tore open the packaging and happily played with it. After playing for a while, he turned to his mother and asked, "Mom, why didn't that person have hands?"
The mother felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to explain it to her child.
The father patted his child's head and gently offered a romantic explanation: "That uncle used to be a knight. While protecting something very important, his hand was cut off by a villain."
"Even with only one arm left, he didn't give up. He worked hard to sell things and earn money to protect his family."
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The child turned his head and looked at Li Xing. At that moment, he felt that this uncle was particularly sacred.
On the other side, Pang Yonghui patted Li Xing on the shoulder and said, "Brother Li, you see, it's not that difficult. We've got 20 yuan."
Li Xing looked like he had just finished a long-distance run; his back was completely soaked with sweat. He said, his voice choked with emotion, "Yonghui, thank you. Keep this 20 yuan; it's what you sold."
Pang Yonghui accepted the money without ceremony, saying, "Brother Li, this is a step we have to take eventually."
"Didn't you always tell me you wanted to start your own small business? Keep it up, you can do it."
Having witnessed firsthand how Pang Yonghui was able to sell toys, and having already come all this way, Li Xing finally mustered the courage to open his shop and try to sell toys to passersby for the first time.
Whether it was because his disability evoked empathy or because he chose a good product, he successfully made his first sale. He sold a face-changing panda doll for 12 yuan, while the purchase price was only 4 yuan.
The following day, Li Xinglin sold dozens of items. As his business grew, he became bolder, no longer timid or concerned about what others thought.
As the sun set and the day's business concluded, Li Xing carefully tallied his earnings—he had made a full 10...
0 yuan!
Suddenly, it was as if fireworks exploded in Li Xing's mind, filling the sky with brilliance.
He thought in disbelief: If he calculates it this way, wouldn't he be able to earn 3000 yuan a month?
3000 yuan! Even many normal people don't earn that much in a month. He was overwhelmed by this huge success and was so excited that he almost burst into tears.
Pang Yonghui asked in surprise, "Brother Li, are you alright? Why are your eyes all red?"
"It's nothing, I was just too excited." Li Xing wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his voice a little hoarse.
A sense of accomplishment welled up in Pang Yonghui's heart; his idea had genuinely helped someone. "So, even if I'm weak, I can still help others."
After calming down a bit, Li Xing counted out 50 yuan from his money and tried to stuff it into Pang Yonghui's hand, saying, "Yonghui, if it weren't for you, I really wouldn't have found this kind of business. Keep this money."
"No, no, no, I don't want to." Pang Yonghui quickly pushed his hand away in refusal. "Brother Li, if you really want to thank me, just treat me to a meal."
Li Xing thought for a moment and felt that 50 yuan was indeed not enough to express his gratitude, so he said, "Okay, I'll treat you to a meal in a few days." He secretly made up his mind that once he saved up some money, he would treat Pang Yonghui to a meal at a hotel and make sure to show proper courtesy.
Pang Yonghui hummed a cheerful tune as he followed Li Xing on the way back. Li Xing gazed at the river surface bathed in golden light under the setting sun, and for the first time, he felt no sadness, but rather a surge of heroic spirit.
He can earn his own money now, he has his own small business. It will happen in the future, it definitely will: he'll get married, have a child, and live a good life.
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