Just walking from the street to the end of the street, Nan Yi saw a stall where he was printing Spring Festival couplets wholesale. He walked up to him with his son, and the two looked at the Spring Festival couplets on the stall.

Nan Wuwei picked up a pair of Spring Festival couplets and read: "Business is prosperous and wealth is prosperous all over the world, Dad, this is suitable for sticking to the door of the store."

"Yes." Nan Yi nodded, snatched the Spring Festival couplets pile, and looked up at what he wanted to approve, so he looked up and said to the stall owner, "I want 300 pairs, what price?"

"Battle of Cows."

"It's expensive, can Qimao be fine?"

"No, I don't have money to make." The stall owner said with a bitter face.

Nan Yi smiled gently, "Let's omit the intermediate process. I want Qimao, I don't want even more. If I leave, you won't be able to call me back."

"Oh, Qimao really has no money to make..."

"I'll leave if I don't sell it, I'll leave if I don't sell it." Nan Yi made a move and wanted to leave.

"Don't leave, sell, sell."

"Then I'll choose."

Nan Yi and Nan Wuwei quickly picked out 300 Spring Festival couplets. When paying, Nan Yi grindled his mouth with the stall owner and bargained for 8 out of the way.

Take the Spring Festival couplets and return to Fang Mansion.

"Son, go back to the room to change into festive clothes, and take your quick steps down."

"Um."

When Nan Wuwei went upstairs, Nan Yi began to pick up Spring Festival couplets and picked out the ones suitable for sticking at the door of the store. After he picked up Spring Festival couplets, he went to the kitchen to get two quick pieces, cut them a little, and turned them into a tapping stick.

Then, Nan Yi returned to the bedroom and changed into red.

After changing his clothes and returning to the living room again, Nan Yi asked Nan Wuwei to unplug the fastener. After the fastener was disassembled into two bamboo pieces, Nan Yi knocked on one of them and tried it. It felt that the sound was quite crisp, so he said to Nan Wuwei: "We will take one piece each, and Dad will teach you to sing a song."

"What song?"

"Dad doesn't know the name, it's easy to sing. Just follow me to learn."

As he said that, Nan Yi tapped the rhythm with a quick piece and began to hum: "Jinfeng sends the joy, the boss makes a fortune. I want to congratulate the beautiful boss on his business and earning you hundreds of thousands more yuan this year..."

After singing here, Nan Yi stopped abruptly, "Dad behind me doesn't know how to sing. We will go to the door of the shop outside and sing here. Then you will enter the door to sell Spring Festival couplets. When the business is good, you will offer a price of 10 yuan. The average business is 5 yuan or 2 yuan. If you encounter someone who wants to hit you, you will run away."

"Uh-huh."

Nan Wuwei fully inherited Nan Yi's shamelessness. If he changed to someone else's children, he would feel embarrassed even if he went to a sales store to get soy sauce, let alone this kind of thing that was similar to begging, but he was eager to try it.

"Come on, sing with dad, Jinfeng sends joy..."

One teaches and the other learns. Nan Yi teaches Nan Wuwei this song with unknown name. The tune is simple. It sounds like Fengyang Flower Drum. It is mostly from the south, not the northern Shulaibao.

If you sing it twice, Na Wuwei will be able to sing it thoroughly.

Seeing that it was almost done, Nan Yi put the Spring Festival couplets in a backpack and carried them on his body. He took Nan Wuwei's little hand and drove out of Yuyuan Road, headed to Changde Road, plunged into Jinling West Road, and circled left and right into Xikang Road.

Yi Fang Mansion drew a circle with a radius of one kilometer. The circle was either a very small store or a state-owned store. These were not Nanyi's target customers. What he was looking for was an individual store that was not big or small, and he made a lot of money a year.

A small shop owner who earns a penny by one is hard to make money, and it is not easy to make money at all. The probability of selling a store such as this is too low, and the probability of being bombarded is quite high. Needless to say, the flow of the store is all public funds, so you have to find a leader to buy a sub-Spring Festival couplet. Who is willing to make a fortune?

As soon as she got off the car, Nanyi saw a store without a sign and only had a few red words written on the wall with "electronic game room". This kind of store is not a serious store, and most of the boss is not a serious person. She flew directly past and Nanyi looked at the clothing store next door.

After a while, five or six people walked in, and the business looked good.

"Son, go."

"Um."

The father and son walked to the door of the clothing store with great confidence. When they saw each other, they knocked on the quicksight in their hands.

"Jinfeng sends you a happy trip, the boss makes a fortune. I want to congratulate the beautiful boss on his business and earning you hundreds of thousands more yuan this year..." After the humming, Nan Yi hung several pairs of Spring Festival couplets on Nan Wuwei's arm and gave him another encouraging look.

Nan Wuwei sniffed, walked into the store, and walked straight towards the boss lady who was staring at the father and son.

"Beautiful boss, aunt, congratulations on getting rich. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Buy a pair of Spring Festival couplets and paste them at the door. We will be lucky next year. We only have ten yuan, and we will make a household worth ten yuan every day next year."

"Children, you are very good at talking. Let the aunt pick it."

As he said that, the boss lady picked up the Spring Festival couplets hanging in Nan Wuwei's hand.

Nan Yi, who was watching at the door, found that the asking price for ten yuan was too high, and the smile on the boss's face was a little bit forced. If it weren't for the fact that there were several customers in the store, he would probably not be so easy to talk to.

After a while, Nan Wuwei walked out of the store with a big picture of unity and joy, "Dad, look, the business has been completed."

"You are too happy too early. We ask for the price too high. The next company has the highest bid of five yuan."

"Why?"

"Didn't you notice that the boss lady's smile just now was a bit forced?"

"No."

"Go, go to the next house and pay attention to the boss's expression."

In order to maximize profits, Nanyi then became more cautious. He passed by a store and first went back to see what it was selling, and then observed whether there were customers there. Only the stores where the products sold were profitable and the customers were there would attack.

When I went in one shop after another, there were successes and failures. At noon, the father and son just ate a little and continued to be busy with business.

There was a door of the chess and card room in the middle. Nan Yi hesitated and gave up. Although the gambling ghost likes to listen to Geely words and sells them with a high success rate, there is also a certain probability that if you lose badly, you will vent your anger on Nan Wuwei. Nan Yi does not want his son to take such unnecessary risks.

As dinner approached in the afternoon, the father and son came to the entrance of a restaurant. The restaurant was not big or small, with about twenty tables and several private rooms.

"Dad, let's go."

"Yeah, go."

The father and son walked to the restaurant door and were about to set off when a little fat man walked up to the two of them, stared at Nan Wuwei for a few glances, and then asked tentatively: "Well?"

Nan Wuwei smiled at the other party, "Yes, Xiaopang, why are you here?"

"Well?"

Nanyi clearly has a large area from Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai to Jiangsu. Namowen is the transliteration of "nuberone" during the Republic of China period, which means the largest one, and is often used to refer to foremen in old society factories. In a narrow sense, Namowen is the meaning of tadpoles in Shanghai dialect.

But Nan Yi didn't understand how his son got this nickname, nor did he know what meaning he had taken. He thought to himself and watched his son continue to communicate with his classmates.

The little fat man pointed to the restaurant's door, "This is my store."

"Oh." Nan Wuwei looked up and said to Nan Yi: "Xiaopang, this is my father; Dad, this is my classmate Zhong Liwen."

"Hello, classmate Zhong."

"Uncle Nan." Xiaopang called Nan Yi and continued to talk to Nan Wuwei, "Well, are you selling Spring Festival couplets?"

"Yes, do you want it? I'll sell you a pair at a loss." Nan Wuwei said, slid it in his hand, and said, "This one is fried, fried, fried and fragrant, sweet, sour and spicy, and very suitable for a restaurant."

Xiaopang looked at the Spring Festival couplets. Although he didn't understand the specific meaning, he still understood "fried, fried, fried, and fried" and "sweet, sour and spicy".

"Then Mowen, this pair is very good, how much does it cost?"

"One dollar, I won't make money for you. Xiaopang, do you want to ask your father?"

"I have money myself." Xiaopang took out two 50 cents and handed them to Nan Wuwei, "For you."

Nan Wuwei took the money and thought for a while, ran to Nanyi and said a few words, then ran to the car. After a while, he ran back with a pair of Spring Festival couplets.

"Xiao Pang, buy one free one, this pair is suitable for sticking to your doorstep."

Xiaopang mechanically took the Spring Festival couplet and asked cutely: "Well, is your father a driver?"

"No, my father's own car, I won't tell you anymore. I will continue to sell Spring Festival couplets, Xiaopang, goodbye."

Nan Wuwei walked back to Nanyi, and the father and son continued to run to the next store.

Xiaopang stood there for a while before walking into the restaurant. He found Zhong's busy father, who first invited me, and then talked about the fact that Nan Yi and his son sold Spring Festival couplets.

Father Zhong looked at two pairs of Spring Festival couplets, and thought he would definitely not be able to buy them for one dollar. "Liwen, your classmate is more sensible than you. He knows how to sell Spring Festival couplets for your father, and he also knows how to give you discounts. He doesn't make money. He is such a sensible child. Next time he takes him to play, it's not easy for his father to make some delicious food for him to eat."

"Dad, why not be easy?"

"You are still young and don't understand. It's very hard to make a penny of spring couplets on the street. My father and mother suffered a lot of hardships in setting up a stall on the street to open this store." Father Zhong said sweetly.

"Did Mowen work hard?"

Xiaopang's heart was gushing and he fell into chaos.

The sale started at 10 o'clock in the morning. The father and son walked through the 7th alley on the 5th Road, 6th Street, and did not finish work until 8 o'clock in the evening to go home. As soon as they returned to the door of Fang Mansion, Nan Wuwei first looked inside, but did not see Fang Mengyin's figure. Then they walked into the living room and looked around again.

"Dad, mom is not here."

"It should be in the bedroom, let's take a look."

"Oh." Nan Wuwei responded, carried his bag to the coffee table, poured the money in the bag on the coffee table and counted it, "5 yuan, 7 yuan, 17 yuan, 122, 217, 437..."

After ordering the money, Nan Wuwei looked up at Nan Yi and said, "Dad, there are 562 yuan in total."

"The cost is 210 yuan, lunch is 5 yuan, and the labor cost between you and me is 40 yuan." Nan Yi glanced at Qian Dui on the coffee table and said.

"Hehe, the total profit is 307 yuan. Dad, how do we share it?"

Nan Yi first pointed out 235 yuan from the pile of money and put it in his pocket, then pointed out 20 yuan and handed it to Nan Wuwei, "The remaining 307 yuan, your contribution and contribution are relatively large. You should have received 70%, but the idea of ​​selling Spring Festival couplets was what my father thought, offsetting 10% of your contribution, and in the end you can get 60%. How much do you think you should get?"

Nan Wuwei quickly calculated the result, "184 yuan."

"Dad let you get 80 cents, and you get 185 yuan."
To be continued...