In the warehouse, the truck driver from yesterday had introduced his younger brother. After hearing Wen Ci say they should load the nylon sacks directly onto the truck, the brother spoke up. "Boss Wen, I don't think you should sell them like this."
"Oh?" Wen Ci blinked. "Do you have any suggestions, Second Brother Su?"
Second Brother Su said, "The market is different from the military compound. You have to display the clothes. Even though clothes at eight yuan a jin can't compare to department store quality, you need to let people see what you're selling."
Wen Ci heard this and nodded in agreement.
An idea immediately sparked in her mind. She had a worker help her build two simple, free-standing clothing racks so she could display a sample of each style.
The large nylon sacks took up too much space, so she had the workers open them up. They sorted all the clothes by style and folded them neatly to keep them from getting dirty.
