Goldie Thorne nodded vigorously. "People will definitely buy these. The patterns are great, and you don't need ration coupons. Anyone who doesn't buy them is an idiot. Can we make a profit selling them for seventy cents?"
"Haven't you done the math? This fabric costs forty cents a foot at most. If I sell it for seventy cents, I can still make a good profit. Of course we can make money."
Goldie Thorne scratched his head in embarrassment. He was completely useless at arithmetic. At that moment, he was filled with boundless admiration for Adrian Hawthorne. Whether it was brains, guts, or financial resources, he was no match for this kid.
"So, how much should we sell the radios for?"
"The cheapest radio at the department store is fifty yuan each, and you need a coupon for that too. The quality is about the same as these. So we'll sell them for fifty yuan each. We'll sell them in the city. A lot of people have money but no coupons right now."
