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Chapter 156 You guys aren't shills, are you?
Upon hearing this, the onlookers became excited. They thought that if they bought it late, the price would go up, and one yuan was a week's worth of vegetables. It would be so much better to save the money and buy meat instead.

"Young lady, how long are you going to sell this?"

Wen Ci thought for a moment and replied, "Let's sell until the market closes."

"Okay, then I'll go back and get the money."

Most of the people shopping at the market were local residents. They came and went quickly, and soon the truck was surrounded by onlookers.

Hearing that prices would rise again tomorrow, everyone decided to buy.

Wen Ci was busy in the car, occasionally calling out what she was selling, thinking to herself that it would be nice if there was a loudspeaker that could automatically play sounds.

Wen Ci shouted, "Don't miss out! You won't regret buying this! The most fashionable clothes in the South, available for spring, summer, autumn and winter."

"At only 8 yuan per kilogram, the quality of clothes is the same as those in department stores. Buying now is a steal, and all of them are styles that won't go out of fashion even during the Chinese New Year."

"Opportunities don't come every day. Today is the first day it's only eight yuan. Tomorrow it will go up by one yuan. I guarantee it's a good deal, and you'll look very proud wearing it."

Instantly, many people were tempted.

Good clothes are not only for personal wear, but also for gifting to relatives and friends. An aunt looked at the clothes on the rack and asked, "Are these clothes made by a big factory? Don't tell me they're from some unknown small factory that looks shiny and bright on the surface, but actually uses the worst cotton."

Wen Ci was both amused and exasperated. She casually picked up a garment from the pile of clothes on the ground. The garment had the logo of a clothing factory inside, He Jing brand, which wasn't exactly famous.

However, as long as there is a garment factory's logo, it proves that it is not a shady factory. In the southern region, private factories are now supported, but the approval process is very difficult.

Wen Ci thought for a moment and said, "Auntie, why don't you just pick one? I'll cut it open in front of everyone and show you the quality of the cotton inside."

"You guys aren't shills, all working together to cover this up."

Wen Ci: "..."

Before she could explain, the aunt who had questioned her earlier immediately started cursing, "You're the shill! Your whole family are shills! Who in the East Market doesn't know me? Why would I need to be a shill?" As she spoke, Wen Ci borrowed a small knife from Su Erge, cut her clothes, and revealed the snow-white cotton underneath, showing it to everyone.

Wen Ci's eyes crinkled into a smile. "If any aunties still have doubts or don't believe me, come up and pick out your clothes. I'll sell them for five yuan a pound, but..."

She paused, then continued, "You need to cut the fabric of the garment in public. I won't care if you mend it or make new clothes with cotton afterwards."

The aunt who had questioned Wen Ci earlier still refused to believe her, but stepped forward and said, "I want the one in your hand that's been slashed."

Wen Ci's eyes widened.

She never expected that someone would actually buy it.

"can."

After Wen Ci's on-site verification, everyone began to choose styles, and Su Erge was not idle either, climbing onto the truck to help.

The event hadn't ended by noon.

The clothes on the truck have almost all been sold.

Su Erge asked, "Boss Wen, do you need another truckload?"

Wen Ci had a full-day car, and could even go back to the warehouse to load another car.

Wen Ci shook his head. "No need, Second Brother Su. Go home and rest this afternoon."

Brother Su was surprised: "Not selling anymore?"

Wen Ci nodded: "Okay, I won't sell it."

She needs to use some scarcity marketing to open up the market and let the residents who buy the clothes spread the word themselves.