Reborn in 79, the educated youth wife regretted her divorce.

Chapter 9: Hatred

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Eighty yuan! That's a month's salary for many people!

Many ordinary people who had originally gathered around shook their heads and walked away after hearing the price.

As the crowd thinned out a bit, Li Wen walked up to Jiang Yang and said in a low voice, "Jiang Yang, didn't you set the price too high? How about... you lower it a little?"

Jiang Yang smiled and shook his head.

"Not high at all. I'm going for the high-end market, targeting the premium segment."

However, Li Wen still looked troubled and somewhat worried.

"But most people at this market are ordinary folks. Who would spend so much money on clothes?"

"Don't worry, good things will naturally be appreciated."

Jiang Yang spoke firmly. He knew that compared to the foreign trendy brands of later generations that cost thousands of dollars, his clothes were in no way inferior in terms of style or quality, and were much cheaper. Naturally, there would be discerning people who would buy them.

He knew perfectly well that he was targeting fashion-conscious young people, not ordinary people looking for cheap deals.

Sure enough, not long after, a few relatively fashionable young people came over and curiously looked at the clothes.

“This dress is really nice! How much is it?” A young man wearing bell-bottoms asked, pointing to the shirt Emily was wearing.

"One hundred yuan," Jiang Yang said succinctly.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! Give me one!"

He took out the money and handed it to Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang took the money, his heart filled with joy.

The first deal was a success!

Seeing this, several other young people also stepped forward to inquire about the price and try on the clothes.

"How much does this cost?"

A girl with a ponytail pointed at Li Wen's floral dress and asked.

"One hundred twenty!"

Jiang Yang replied.

The girl hesitated for a moment, but her eyes were filled with longing. The dress was so beautiful; she had never seen such a pretty dress before.

In the end, she also paid for the dress.

One by one, several more people bought the clothes. Although there weren't many people, they were all young people, which confirmed Jiang Yang's judgment.

Jiang Yang looked at the sacks that were gradually emptying and a smile appeared on his lips.

Once there's a first, there will be a second and a third...

Before long, Jiang Yang's dozen or so outfits were sold out.

"It's done!"

Jiang Yang looked at the empty sack, breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't suppress a smile.

He roughly counted the money in his hand: over 1,800 yuan! More than his translation fee!

Jiang Yang started calculating in his mind. The total cost of these clothes was about four hundred yuan. If we don't count the labor costs, that's about five times the profit. Such a profit is definitely considerable.

He seemed to already see wealth rolling in the future, and his heart pounded with excitement.

After packing his luggage, Jiang Yang turned around and said to Emily and Li Wen, "Thank you both so much for today! Thank you very much!"

Emily smiled and waved her hand, "It's our honor! These clothes are fantastic!"

"Jiang Yang, will you come back to sell here again? If you need models, I can help you."

Li Wen also showed great interest and pressed Jiang Yang for more information.

She admired Jiang Yang's confidence and decisiveness, but she was also secretly worried for him, after all, doing business is not so easy.

"Of course we'll continue selling!"

Jiang Yang said firmly, "But next time it might not be here."

He paused, then continued, "I'm planning to rent a shop and create my own brand. My clothes are of good quality and the designs are perfect; they don't belong here!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Wen's eyes, then she encouraged Jiang Yang.

I believe in you! Keep going!

Afterwards, Jiang Yang bid farewell to Emily and Li Wen, and left the market alone with the money bag.

However, Jiang Yang did not go back, but instead went to the shop where he had bought the cloth before.

This time, I spent over a thousand yuan to buy a large quantity of fabric.

This time, he specifically selected fabrics with more colors and patterns, preparing to make more styles.

The more styles and choices you have, the better your business will be!

After buying the fabric, he went to another store without stopping and bought three more sewing machines.

Looking at the three brand-new sewing machines, he felt a surge of pride.

Now, I guess I can be considered a boss, albeit a small one.

Thinking this, Jiang Yang was in a great mood. He then hired a car, loaded the fabric and sewing machine onto it, and got in himself.

In the evening, Jiang Yang returned to the village.

The villagers were stunned to see the pile of fabric like a small mountain and several brand-new sewing machines.

However, just as Jiang Yang was humming a little tune on his way home, he noticed that the yard in front of his house seemed to be crowded with people, and he could faintly hear noises coming from there.

When he went closer, he saw that several village officials were surrounding his parents, including his cousin-in-law whom he had met in the county town that day.

An ominous premonition came over me.

"what happened?"

Jiang Yang strode to the center of the crowd, his tone tinged with anxiety.

A village official looked Jiang Yang up and down, his eyes full of suspicion: "Jiang Yang, you dare to come back, huh? Come with us!"

"Where to? Why?"

Jiang Yang was completely baffled.

My cousin's wife's sharp, sarcastic voice rang out: "Stop pretending! You've made so much money in just a few days, and even bought a sewing machine! I heard from our relatives in the county that you're colluding with foreigners and becoming a spy!"

Jiang Yang frowned. He hadn't expected that his cousin-in-law would not only dislike him but also do this behind his back. He was furious.

"What nonsense are you talking about! I'm a legitimate translator, and I earn my money through hard work!"

"Translate? You? You know a few foreign words and you think you can translate?" Another village official looked unconvinced. "Stop talking nonsense and tell the truth!"

At this point, the surrounding villagers also began to whisper and point.

Everyone knows what kind of person Jiang Yang is, and no one believes he could possibly know any foreign languages.

Jiang Yang tried hard to suppress his anger and took out the translated manuscript and receipt from his bag: "This is my translation and payment, it's in black and white, how could it be fake?"

The village official took it, glanced through it briefly, and scoffed dismissively, "This is it? Who knows if you forged it! You're just a country bumpkin, you think you can do this?"

Jiang Yang's parents quickly stepped forward to explain.

"Comrade, my son Yangyang has been smart and good at studying since he was little. This translation is true!"

"Stop protecting him!" the village official interrupted impatiently. "The evidence is conclusive; he must come with us for investigation!"

Jiang Yang was worried that his parents would be implicated, so he could only suppress his anger: "Fine, I'll go with you! But if my innocence is proven, you'll regret it!"

"Tch, you're colluding with foreigners to be a spy and you still think you're right!"

Without further ado, the village officials immediately took Jiang Yang and prepared to leave.