“Have you taken your medicine today?”
Is that how you greet someone?
Whitaker Scarlett didn’t bother to pester Grandma Johnson. Perhaps good people are rewarded; the day after Grandma Johnson was discharged, Harborfield City experienced a sudden drop in temperature.
The weather with rain mixed with snow made pedestrians hunch their necks.
The colder it got, the happier Whitaker Scarlett became.
She sold a large piece of waterproof oilcloth, helped by four wooden sticks, and set up a small shelter.
The cold wind howled, and with the oilcloth surrounding three sides, the wind would still blow in from the street-facing side. Amanda followed Whitaker Scarlett to learn how to sell goods, and both wore duck down jackets, fluffy and warm. If they could cover their knees too, Amanda vowed she wouldn’t take off this jacket for the entire winter.
“It’s so warm!”
Indeed, it was very warm.
Winter in Harborfield had truly arrived, and the sudden drop in temperature caught everyone off guard. Compared to the shabby cotton-padded jackets and military coats, the cold-resistant clothing and duck down jackets at Whitaker Scarlett’s stall were brightly colored, standing out among the military coats and dark cotton jackets, with eye-catching reds and yellows firmly attracting the attention of passersby.
The weather with rain mixed with snow continued without stopping. Whitaker Scarlett and her daughter set up their stall in the morning and opened for business at noon.
Selling for 48 dollars each, they sold a red and blue men’s cold-resistant jacket.
The man buying the clothes ran back and forth three times in two hours before finally paying. He might have gone to the department store to check the price; Whitaker Scarlett had also checked, and similar clothes were priced at 58 dollars, clearly making her price more competitive.
Once they opened, it was like unlocking a treasure chest.
No matter who came to ask for the price, Whitaker Scarlett let them try on the clothes. In the cold wind mixed with raindrops and snowflakes, wearing such clothes was hard to take off… It was indeed a bit expensive, but compared to the store, it was about ten dollars cheaper. Money doesn’t come easily; saving ten dollars could cover a month’s living expenses.
Whitaker Scarlett’s winter clothing and down jackets struggled to open up the market in the rapidly cooling Harborfield .
She and Amanda sold out the remaining clothes, and word of mouth spread like wildfire, with people ready to snatch the sample jackets off Whitaker Scarlett and Amanda. Jokingly, they said that selling the clothes in this weather could freeze them to death. Whitaker Scarlett refused to sell her warm down jacket, but Amanda was ruthless; she brought a cotton-padded jacket from home and made the customers wait while she sold the warm down jacket she was wearing.
Well, if her aunt sold hers, how could the niece not sell?
Even the sample jackets were sold out, and the next customers with money couldn’t buy anything.
“It’ll take at least three days. Should we ask for a deposit first?”
What kind of guts do these people have to give a roadside vendor a deposit? Even if it’s just 5 or 10 dollars, Whitaker Scarlett didn’t even have a fixed storefront; these people were really bold.
Surprisingly, she collected deposits from over a dozen people, and Whitaker Scarlett had to write a receipt for each deposit and leave the address of Grandma Johnson’s house.
Her stall was not fixed anyway, and she was afraid that when the goods came back, these people would search the city for her, so she simply let them pick up the goods at her place.
The men’s winter jackets sold well, and the women’s down jackets sold well too… Female customers weren’t very fond of the thick nylon outer fabric of the winter jackets. The men found the style of the winter jackets more impressive; after all, they were originally mountaineering jackets, convenient for movement, which met the needs of male customers perfectly.
Whitaker Scarlett hurriedly showed her face at Greenfield County East High School before heading south again.
This time she went to school to collect test papers to take home. Why did the teachers like her? Besides her good grades, Whitaker Scarlett was particularly capable. When she had nothing to do, she would hang around the entrance of Harborfield County East High School, the best high school in the provincial capital in terms of college admission rates. What was she waiting for? She was spending money to buy test paper collections from the province’s key graduating students. Perhaps because she was pretty and generous with her money, her request to print a few extra copies of the test papers was fulfilled.
She obtained all the secret papers compiled by Harborfield County East High School. Whitaker Scarlett completed one set herself and gave another set to George from the grade group.
George was almost moved to tears:
