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"Come on, look, the most popular model this year." Seeing someone coming, Wang Gang winked at Linglong and asked him to greet him quickly, "Fifteen dollars, all costs fifteen dollars, just for autumn wear. Sister, don't say it's expensive, look, you can go to the store and pull it, it will cost 15 per foot, and you have to spend time doing it. Is this the reason? We are direct sales by the manufacturer."

Ling Er seemed to be asleep.

While he looked at the other party proudly, he had to admire that there were many stalls at the intersection of this street and many people selling clothing, but most of them sold bell-bottom pants, underwear, jeans, shirts, and fencing shirts. They were the only ones.

This is also Ling Er’s idea, and what he wants is to be unique.

The so-called fencing shirt is modified by some manufacturers based on jacket shirt rack styles, absorbing casual shirts and domestic fencing sports clothes styles. Like champagne shirts and space shirts, it is considered a popular model of the year.

The vendors who sell bell-bottom pants are only envious.

Their stall has always been surrounded by people, so they have never stopped.

The Qiu brothers also set up a stall not far away, mainly selling bat shirts that are popular among girls. The two of them quickly got the goods. After adjusting the guy in their hands, they walked to Ling Er's stall.

Ling Er was sleeping, Pan Youcheng squatted aside, holding the microphone in his hand, and didn't shout. He only called him when he came to ask.

Qiu Shaoliang said, "What are you doing? You can sell it until the year of the Monkey and Horse Month?"

There aren't many packs of rat medicine at all.

"Shh." Pan Youcheng pointed at Ling Er and signaled Qiu Shaoliang to lighten his voice, don't disturb others' sleep.

It is impossible to sell seriously. Ling Er chose to sell mouse medicine to be lazy. He could see it thoroughly.

"It's a few hundred yuan." Qiu Shaoliang was very anxious.

Pan Youcheng said, "Sell slowly, and there is no hurry."

"I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" This time, I set up a stall, not to eat big pot meals. Wang Gang and Ling Long were in a group, and the Qiu brothers were in a group. As for Pan Youcheng, it was quite unlucky. He and Ling Er were selling the least profitable rat medicine. The most important thing is that Ling Er didn't care much about it.

After a week, everyone else made at least a few thousand yuan, and he and Ling Er had not sold their capital yet.

However, like Qiu Shaojie, he also has a kind of trust in Ling Er, and that kind of trust is unreserved.

The emperor is not in a hurry, what are the eunuchs in a hurry?

Qiu Shaoliang whispered, "Guess how much did I earn today?"

"How many?" Pan Youcheng asked curiously.

"These." Qiu Shaoliang spread his three fingers.

"Three thousand?" Pan Youcheng was shocked, and he had some taste. "It's all?"

Qiu Shaoliang nodded with a smile. If he took out his capital, he could get 1,500 yuan per brother!

This is the most profitable time in history!

This money is no different from what you pick it up.

He looked at Wang Gang, and Wang Gang was selling the same way as him. He turned his head to look at Ling Er, and Ling Er Gang opened his eyes.

"It's a little sleepy, it won't delay you. You should shout whatever you want."

Ling Er got up and went to find the toilet.

"The second cents are not expensive. If you buy it, there will be no rats to rush through your cabinet, and there will be no rats to sleep with you. There will be buys and gets them. The manufacturer will hold activities. Today, we were commissioned by the manufacturer and the leader arranged to come to Guidi for publicity. If you use our medicine, you don't have to worry about the rats being unable to be killed. It can't be saved by 1 minute and 08 seconds or 120 seconds."

Before Ling Er could walk two steps, he heard Pan Youcheng's powerful voice echoing on the street.

The public toilet is located on the edge of an old alley, with stains flowing across the board, one deep and one shallow. Carefully walk to the pit, holding your breath, and forcing your eyes to not look into the pit.

He tried to get rid of contact problems in a few seconds. If he hadn't been afraid of stains on the ground, he would have wanted to run out.

He almost hit someone head-on. I really want to say sorry, the other party piled up his hands and cursed, "I don't have eyes, little bastard."

Ling Er was pushed and staggered, and then he reacted slowly. He fell to the ground, and there was unknown yellow liquid on the ground.

It was a little chilling to think about it.

He looked up at the other person. He was a middle-aged man with a big waist and round waist. The thick gold necklace around his neck basically indicated his identity.

After evaluating the situation, Ling Er is sure that he can't fight alone.

A hero does not suffer any loss in front of him. A master of the current affairs is a hero. He is not a foolish middle school second. He quickly smiled and said, "I'm sorry, brother, I'll have a idea next time."

"I don't even look at the road." The middle-aged man also pinched his nose and went into the bathroom.

Ling Er endured the smell and glanced inside, really wanted to kick it from behind. As for the result, it was conceivable.

But if you think about it carefully, it’s a bit unethical, what a big deal!

It's all over to beat him up.

They quickly ran to the stall setting and greeted the Qiu brothers. Without saying a word, they followed Ling Er.

"How come, is this a revenge?" The middle-aged man just came out of the toilet and walked to the entrance of the alley and was surrounded by three people.

"The turtle boy." Qiu Shaoliang stepped forward and pushed him.

"What does it mean? If you have something to say, do it." The middle-aged man took a step back but still had no intention of fighting back.

Qiu Shaojie was anxious and pushed him again. The middle-aged man took another step back, leaning against the wall this time.

"No, don't, I have something to say." The middle-aged man smiled at Ling Er, "Little brother, I'm sorry, this flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the fellow villagers are all fellow villagers."

"Oh." Ling Er sighed, without any bones. If he was a little tougher, he would be more confident in finding fault.

"Be careful when speaking next time." Qiu Shaojie patted his face and followed Ling Er.

As for the people who are not fellow villagers, he doesn't recognize any of them except those in their county.

After the stall was finished today, Pan Youcheng could only watch them sitting by the bed counting the money, and staring at him.

Ling Er smiled and said, "Let them be rampant for a few days first."

Actually, I really don’t care about those little money now. The main reason is that I want the Qiu brothers and his cousin to make some money, otherwise it would be better to follow him every day to mess around.

Pan Youcheng said, "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

His conditions are actually not bad now, but people are afraid of comparison. Once they compare with them, they will seem much more down and out.

Wen Chunhua came again, holding an enamel jar in his back. After entering the room, Ling Er pinched a little tea in his cup.

"Oh, sorry, you are so polite every time." Wen Chunhua said this, but in fact he had no intention of refusing.

His home is close to here, and he can save a lot of tea money in just a few steps.

"Have you eaten?" Ling Er asked.

"I've eaten it, I've eaten it long ago." Some tea leaves were not soaked in the water. He blew it with his mouth, and then continued, "Just see if you have anything to help."

Since he took back the one hundred dollars from home, his status at home has improved.
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