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Wang Sicheng came to school with five sets of uniforms.

It just so happened that Teacher Yuan was holding a class meeting.

"Sicheng, the school sports meet is next month. How's the preparation of our class uniform going?”

She asked Wang Sicheng.

Just nice…

Wang Sicheng opened his backpack and took out the five sets of uniforms that he had taken out from the clothing factory. After opening them, he spread them on the desk.

Ms. Yuan and the students nearby all came over to take a look.

Wang Sicheng looked at his classmates nervously. They could be said to be his first batch of customers. The degree of their satisfaction represented the market potential of these uniforms in this parallel world.

"Wow, this class uniform is so nice!”

Tang Tang couldn't help but pick up the JK uniform, her eyes flashing with love from time to time.

"Tide Attraction?"

"Although I've never heard of this trademark, it looks good!”

"Yeah, there's a unique feeling!”

While they were paying attention to the logo, Wu Yan's full attention was on the pleated skirt.

"This dress is awesome!"

His expression was incomparably excited. This pleated skirt made his heart itch too much.

With his LSP experience, this JK uniform was definitely eye-catching on a girl!

If a girl could wear a JK uniform as their class uniform, he would not only raise his hands in approval, but he would also raise his legs in approval.

"Isn't this dress a little too short?”

Ms. Yuan was in her thirties and was relatively less open-minded, so she asked with a slight frown.

"No, no, not short at all!”

Wu Yan said seriously.

"I didn't ask you."

Teacher Yuan glared at Wu Yan, making him stick out his tongue.

"There's a safety pants design under the dress, so it won't be exposed.”

Wang Sicheng took the pleated skirt from Tang Tang's hands and lifted the hem to show Teacher Yuan the design of the safety pants inside.

"Alright then!"

"This is boring."

Wu Yan and the other boys suddenly felt like they had nothing left to live for.

As an LSP, he had a hunch that safety pants were the natural enemy of boys. They were an evil existence to boys.

Wu Yan and the other boys looked at the two styles of the boys 'clothes. One was a British style with an air of British nobility. One was a small suit design that looked very gentlemanly.

Their eyes were immediately attracted by the two sets of clothes, and they could not move their eyes away.

The reason why Wang Sicheng designed clothes with western elements was because when he was investigating the clothing market, he realized that the Chinese in this parallel universe were not very confident, so they liked to wear clothes with western elements to show off.

He was also trying to cater to the market.

"How much is this set?"

Teacher Yuan asked.

"A hundred."

The price of 100 yuan was not considered low. Wang Sicheng set this price because he had targeted the people who would buy these clothes to show off. He pursued the pursuit of personalization.

What was personality?

It was something different from ordinary people. If the price was about the same as the goods sold at the roadside stalls, would it still be of a high grade? There was even a personality?

"A hundred…"

Teacher Yuan frowned slightly. This price was a little too expensive.

Most of the students in the class came from good families, but there were still some families who were more difficult. The price of 100 yuan was expensive for them.

It would be best if the class uniform was cheap so that every student in the class could afford it.

"You think these clothes are expensive, don't you?”

"You can't afford these clothes, can you?”

Wang Sicheng had long known that the price he had set would be a little stressful for some students from poor families.

Therefore, he had already considered it.

"These clothes can be free of charge? You can take it away for free!"

"What?!"

"No money? It's free!"

" Class president, yy

Wang Sicheng's words caused a commotion in the class.

"Student Sicheng."

Teacher Yuan looked at Wang Sicheng and said,"Don't pay for it yourself. These clothes are too expensive!”

"Naturally, I won't be the one paying."

Wang Sicheng shook his head and smiled." As long as everyone can get the other students to buy a set of clothes, it will be 10 yuan cheaper. If he bought two sets, it would be 20 yuan cheaper.”

"By analogy, if you buy ten sets, you can take one set for free!”

"If everyone can let other students buy eleven sets, then starting from the eleventh set, each set will be twenty yuan cheaper!”

"If you let other students buy 30 sets, then starting from the 31st set, each set will be 30 yuan cheaper!”

"If everyone can let other students buy a hundred sets, then starting from the 101st set, each set will be 40 yuan cheaper!”

Under this marketing system, Wang Sicheng could earn at least ten yuan for every set of clothes sold.

2.5 million sets of clothes meant that he could earn at least 25 million yuan! This was a guaranteed net profit, and it was not a small amount!

In order to let the whole class see it more clearly, Wang Sicheng walked to the podium, took a piece of chalk, and wrote the rules on the blackboard.

"I've already discussed this with the manufacturer.”

"Everyone can take the clothes for free!" Wang Sicheng bewitched.”

The eyes of the students in Class One kept shining. Who didn't have a few good friends from other classes? They were still confident in convincing them to buy a set of clothes.

"I got a set of clothes for free!"

They looked at these eye-catching clothes and felt itchy in their hearts.

Wang Sicheng saw that they were all thinking about it, so he threw out another heavy cannon." If everyone thinks that these clothes are not good enough, the factory has twenty sets of clothes that are better looking than these for everyone to choose from.”

"There are twenty sets of clothes that are even better looking than these!”

The students of Class One couldn't hold it in anymore. They already felt that these five sets of clothes were pretty enough. In the end, there were twenty sets of clothes that looked even better!

"Class monitor, when will you bring the clothes for us to take a look?”

Tang Tang's eyes were shining as she asked Wang Sicheng.

"As long as the manufacturer produces it, I'll bring it to everyone as soon as possible.”

"Other than that, there's another way to get clothes for free," said Wang Sicheng.”

"Humble, humble, what can I do?”

The students of Class One all looked at Wang Sicheng eagerly.

"I'm a model for an advertisement."

"It wasn't easy for me to get this from the manufacturer," said Wang Sicheng.”

" Class monitor, yds!"

The students with long legs and confidence in their looks immediately jumped up in joy.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Tang Tang was the first to raise her hand high.

"Me too, me too!"

Wu Yan really wanted to get a JK uniform for free.

Hmm…

Although he was a boy, who said that boys couldn't like JK uniforms?

For a collector like him, he liked to collect some high-level martial arts pieces. Wearing the JK uniform on these high-level martial arts pieces would definitely be beautiful.

"Alright."

Wang Sicheng looked at them and agreed. There were many styles of clothes, so he needed more models.

"Everyone, gather this weekend."

Wang Sicheng's gaze fell on campus belle Xi and said to her,""You have to help me too."

"Alright."

School Belle Xi agreed." I'll try my best."”

She did not think that she had much power to sell many clothes.

However, she would definitely cooperate with anyone who needed her cooperation, because this concerned whether her family's factory would close down or not.

Seeing that she had agreed, Wang Sicheng's heart was filled with anticipation.

The school belle was wearing a JK uniform, and her long legs were wearing stockings. It must be a beautiful enjoyment.

This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]

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