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Volume 1 Spring Chapter 8 Little Daisy

The business of the gardening store has improved. Feng Chunxi originally thought that after May Day, he would pay Aunt Qin a rent of 20,000 or 30,000 yuan first, and the rest could be delayed. Now, depending on her attitude, she would not pay it at once.

No. I really regret it. Why do I talk too much at Teacher Du’s house? This old man is so, what are you extending? He also said that he was awakened by me, and Feng Chun was speechless.

"Brother Chunxi, how much money do you have now?" Bai Xue asked.

Feng Chunxi opened his phone and took a look, adding all the assets roughly: "Not 20,000 yuan!"

"In that month, can this flower shop sell 60,000?"

"How is that possible?" Feng Chunxi shook his head with a wry smile, and then added: "It's now the peak season for the gardening store. It's possible to sell 20,000 yuan."

"Think about a solution. At worst, I can accompany you to go out for sale. There are many newly delivered properties nearby in the past two years. New home decoration like to place some greening to absorb formaldehyde and purify the air."

"Now the decoration of new houses is more than 100,000 yuan, and I am willing to spend some money on indoor green plants. In the long run, making high-end green plants that fit the modern home style must be the development direction of the gardening store. I also want to wait for gardening.

The store has stabilized, and then we start to study the entry into the home furnishing market. But the foundation has not been stable now, and it is not the time to do so." Feng Chunxi certainly knew that the market in the high-rise community was large, but with his current strength, how could he suppress hundreds or thousands of them?

What about high-end green plants.

"What should I do? It's hard to sell roses and succulents, right?"

"The conscience is lost. Now, I, Feng Chunxi, have to make some money from the dead."

Bai Xue didn't understand what Feng Chunxi meant, so he picked up his phone and dialed a number: "Old Zhang, add 300 basins to me, yes, white and yellow."

"Brother Chunxi, why do you have so many little daisies for?"

"What day is today?" Feng Chun asked rejoicely without answering.

"Aprils' Day, is it still a day for you to have a happy day?" Bai Xue became even more confused. She was a little puzzled. She was a little doubtful if there was something wrong with Feng Chunxi's mind.

"What festival is the next one?" Feng Chunxi continued to ask.

"The next festival, Qingming Festival?"

"Isn't it a good idea to sell chrysanthemums on Qingming Festival?" Feng Chunxi put his hand in his pocket and nodded proudly.

"But, even if you can't burn paper when visiting tombs during the Qingming Festival, you will also buy bouquets. Some people just buy some plastic flowers for cheap purposes. I haven't heard of anyone buying potted plants yet?"

"Now you've heard it! Look at the store, I'll go out."

About ten minutes later, Feng Chunxi came back, with a roll of rice paper holding his elbow. He carefully spread the paper on the workbench, and Bai Xue saw the words on it clearly: Instead of growing grass on the grave, it is better to plant flowers in front of the grave.

Early the next morning, Feng Chunxi rode his electric tricycle to the flower market to get goods. He hired another small truck to bring 500 pots of small daisies back to the store. Things could be placed outside the house in front of the entire gardening store.

The gaps are full and still can't be placed, and some of them have been placed at the door of the quarantine store. Lemon came back from morning exercise and wanted to go home for dinner, but found that the gardening store was already full of flowers and there was no way to go. It was half a bow

After gesturing for a few strokes, he still didn't dare to try it. No matter how high his light skills were, he couldn't walk on the flowers.

The flowers of the little daisy are petite and exquisite, with harmonious colors and full of vitality. Chunxi Gardening Store has become a sea of ​​daisies, which is very beautiful. Residents nearby are attracted by the sea of ​​flowers. Although Feng Chunxi is a little afraid of society, he is still brave and courageous.

I will loudly introduce the cold resistance characteristics of small daisies to everyone, and I recommend buying them and planting them on the grave.

"The culture pots we use are all degradable. You can take out the flowers and focus them on the soil, or put them in the whole pot on the grave. Water them in water and live for at least half a month. If it rains, you can live.

Longer..."

With the years of fire prevention publicity and crackdown efforts, people have become accustomed to not burning paper when visiting tombs during the Qingming Festival, but only filling in some new soil, and then sending a bouquet of chrysanthemums or plastic flowers. A bouquet of flowers costs an average of fifty or sixty yuan.

The price of fake flowers is more than ten yuan. Feng Chunxi's little daisy is 8 yuan, and he sets the retail price at 30 yuan, which is also an easy-to-accept price for everyone.

After shouting for a whole morning, there were many people watching the fun, but few people actually bought it. Bai Xue couldn't help but worry: "Brother Chunxi, can this work? You didn't have money at first, and you made so many daisies at once, if you can't sell them.

What should I do if I go out?"

Several aunts strolling nearby also called Feng Chunxi, a young man, nonsense, and he would definitely pay for it now.

Feng Chunxi was not panicked. While asking Bai Xue for help, he pasted the rice paper he prepared yesterday on the window, and comforted him: "What's the hurry? Tomorrow is the day. Just spread the momentum today, if you need it, then

People will come to buy it naturally.”

"Who are you bosses?" A beautiful woman in a gray casual suit asked Bai Xue, and there was a young man wearing a navy blue jacket next to her, looking as if he was dressed as a public official.

"He is!" Bai Xue pointed at Feng Chunxi who was sticking out his butt to water the flowers.

Hearing that someone was looking for him, Feng Chunxi put down the kettle and walked to the door. He saw that the person who was looking for him was a beautiful woman with exquisite and capable dress. He was a little nervous: "Hello, my name is Feng Chunxi, I am not a boss, I just stink

Flower sellers.”

"This is Lu Qingyue, the deputy secretary of our community." The man in the jacket introduced.

"Boss Feng, can you talk to you?" Lu Qingyue.

"Of course." In order to facilitate entry and exit, Feng Chunxi re-placed the daisies and finally cleared a passage. He invited people to sit next to the workbench.

"How did you think of selling daisies on Qingming Festival?"

"Qingming Festival is a traditional Chinese sacrificial festival, but the way of burning paper money not only pollutes the environment, but also has a great risk of fire. I think the country promotes flower sacrifices very well. I sell potted plants, so I wonder if it can be done.

Combine the two." When Feng Chunxi was inside, he often listened to his leaders' lectures and learned a little, which happened to come in handy.

The community is preparing for the fire prevention work this Qingming Festival. I heard that Chunxi Gardening Store has launched the concept of flower planting and memorial service. Lu Qingyue, the deputy secretary who was sent to the training, immediately became interested and took people to the gardening store to do the scene.

Research. After listening to Feng Chunxi's explanation, she became more convinced of her judgment. This was a good opportunity to make a fuss.

"Boss Feng has a good idea. Planting such a beautiful little chrysanthemum in front of the grave is not only the best memory of our ancestors, but also beautify the environment. It can be said that we kill two birds with one stone. Our community will definitely support it."

Unlike Lu Qingyue, the jacket man had a somewhat arrogant attitude, and he raised an objection: "Secretary Lu, the idea of ​​this store is quite romantic, but planting flowers in the cemetery is unrealistic. If the flowers I bought wilted

, the people will not say anything, but if the potted flowers I bought die, they will feel fooled. I think we should not participate."

As long as you get involved with the government, the masses often become more harsh. If you are not careful, public opinion may arise. Xiao Wu’s reminder cannot be said to be unreasonable, and Lu Qingyue showed a trace of concern.

Feng Chunxi picked up a pot of small daisies and said, "Please rest assured, two leaders, this small daisy is a very cold-resistant herb. As long as you plant the soil into the ground, there will definitely be no problem living until it snows."

"Let's do this, notify all the staff members of the community, party members and enterprises and institutions in the jurisdiction to take the lead in the form of planting flowers, but do not organize unified purchases." After weighing the pros and cons, Lu Qingyue decided to do it boldly, if

Everyone is timid, so how can they achieve success in their work?

Sure enough, from the afternoon, people came to the gardening shop to buy small daisies. People who went to the grave also posted photos of planting flowers in front of the grave to their friends. On the morning of April 3, Feng Chunxi's 500 small daisies were in full swing.

It was sold out.
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