Xu Huan looked at him smugly. "You can make around two thousand yuan. The cheapest sweaters cost just over three yuan wholesale. People flip them for ten-something yuan apiece."
As she spoke, she went inside and brought out a sweater for Shen Hao to see. "Look, a sweater like this costs only three-sixty."
After taking a look, Shen Hao slapped his thigh. "Alright, I'm in. If you haven't found a shop, I'll help you find someone to get you a stall. You could start as early as tomorrow."
Xu Huan shook her head. "I've looked into it the past few days. You can't get good prices selling from a stall. I found a shop at the end of Limin Street. The landlord wants forty-five a month, but I think the location is a bit too remote."
Shen Hao said, "Forty-five isn't expensive. My uncle rents his shop to a guy who sells steamed buns for fifty a month. Damn, that's more than our captain's monthly salary."
