Chapter 38 Peacock Forest (38)

After the woman in blue looked at the house, she moved in the next day. On the day she moved in, I only had a quick meeting with her, and then we went our separate ways. There was an extra motorcycle parked in the yard, it should belong to her. But even if the locomotive is there, she may not be in the downstairs room, which makes me a little puzzled. For a week in a row, I only saw the light in her room, and never met her face. I only know that she works in China Doll, but I don't know anything else, not even her name. There was a faint sound like a deep drum. Just as I was wondering where the sound was coming from, I heard another thump, this time it was definitely coming from downstairs.

Walking out of the room, I saw her standing in the courtyard and said, "Did you hear that?" "Ok.what is that sound 』 "The sound of knocking on the ceiling." She shook the broom in her hand, "It's more straightforward to call you this way." "What's up? "I asked. "Yeah." She nodded, "Can I trouble you to drive me to the station?" I said good, went downstairs to the engine car, and caught a glimpse of her locomotive next to it. As soon as the idea of ​​why she didn't ride a motorcycle to the station came to mind, she heard her say:

"I'm going to Taipei and I won't be back until tomorrow. If I ride a motorcycle to the station, I have to pay the delivery fee." "You want to take the train? ’ After she sat in the back seat of the car, I asked: ‘Or passenger transport? 』 "Passenger transport," she replied, "the fare is cheaper." I drove her to Tonglian Passenger Transport, and along the way, she kept her distance from me by holding on to the iron bars on the back of the car. "Thank you," she said after getting out of the car, "It saved me a taxi fare." The three sentences she told me were inseparable from money, and she really was the one who chose the peacock.

When I came back from school the next night, the light in her room was on. She may have heard the iron gate of the courtyard shut and said from the room, "Are you free?" "Ok. 』I replied in the courtyard. "Could you please come in for a moment?" she said. "I want to ask your opinion on something." I hesitated, then walked into the room where I had lived for a few years but was now hers. The room is filled with a blue tone, and everything has changed except for the beds. She sat cross-legged on the ground, with a black bundle spread out in front of her, on which were several pairs of jeans.

There was also a piece of thick gray paper next to it, and it was written: Brand-name jeans on sale, 190 yuan a piece! I saw that she was watching intently, so I quietly walked behind her and stood still. "If it were you, would you buy it?" She said suddenly. "Won't. ’ I shook my head. She turned her head to see that I was standing, and beckoned me to sit down. "Last night I set up a stall selling jeans in downtown Taipei, and the business was very poor." After she saw that I also sat down cross-legged, she spoke in an explanatory tone. "How many pieces are left? ’ I said, ‘How can the business be bad. 』

"I left dozens of them in Taipei, but I didn't bring them back," she said. "Oh. ’ I picked up a pair of jeans and said, ‘Is this really a famous brand? 』 "What do you think?" She smiled, her tone a bit ambiguous. "If a diamond sold you 100 yuan, would you buy it? "I asked. "Of course not," she said, "you don't need to look at this price to know it's fake." "What if it's 1,000 yuan? 』 "Well..." she said, "then I should take a look." "So the crux of your failure to sell is the price. 』

"Oh?" I borrowed a pen from her, and changed the 190 written on the gray thick paper into 490 by adding a stroke. "490?" She was a little curious. "Ok. ’ I said, ‘Famous brand jeans also cost one or two thousand yuan. It is a fake; if it is sold at 490, people may think it is cheap. 』 After pondering for a while, she said, "I can't even sell it for 190. If it's 490..." "People who walk around downtown Taipei have full pockets and are suspicious by nature. If they sell it too cheap, they will I feel disdainful and don't even look at it, just like 100 diamonds each. 』

"Is that true?" "Ok.Selling 490 will give people the illusion that maybe they are really designer jeans; while selling 190 is just Tell people clearly that you just want to sell jeans of various brands cheaply. 』 She thought for a while and said, "Okay. I'll go to Taipei next week to sell it." I felt a little sore from sitting cross-legged, so I stood up and asked, "Are you setting up a stall in Taipei?" 』 "Occasionally," she said, "because the source of the goods is in Taipei, and Taipei is also relatively easy to sell." "That……"

"Ok?" "nothing. 』 I slammed on the brakes because I thought it would be offensive to ask her about her work at China Doll. "What do you do?" she asked, wrapping a bundle around her jeans. "I'm still studying. 』 "What?" She was surprised and stopped her movements, "You are still studying at your age?" "I'm in a PhD program. 』 "Oh." She responded, stood up and put away the bundle. "What do you read?" she asked again. "project. 』 "People who study engineering should be very honest, why are your ideas so treacherous?"

"treacherous? 』 "I got these pants at a very low price. I just want to sell them cheaply and make a profit. It's not like you, Know to raise the price to deceive people.Do you read so many books to deceive people? " I can't answer this question. Although I learned a little bit of psychology in the course "Personality Psychology", But I'm afraid that my money acumen comes from the essence of peacocking, not from learned knowledge. Suddenly thinking that Xiaoyun once said that I don’t look like a person who studies engineering, I can’t help but feel a little emotional and say:

"Maybe it's because I'm also the one who chooses the peacock. 』 She froze slightly and stopped talking.