Of course Li Chuanqi didn't go to the appointment that night. He called Thomas because he was too tired and wanted to rest.
The salesman can only choose to understand.
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"Do you want it or not? Hurry up and get the money! Not a penny less, ten euros! Hurry, others are still queuing up behind you!"
Li Xiaofeng looked coldly at a boy of about ten years old in front of him and said to him impatiently: "This is already a reasonable price. Is it ten euros for an autograph? You know he saved Iniesta's penalty kick.
!”
The little boy gritted his teeth and took out some coins from his pocket, collected ten euros and handed it to Li Xiaofeng.
"Next!"
After collecting the money, Li Xiaofeng shouted behind the boy: "What do you want? My brother's sneakers?!!!"
When big business came, Li Xiaofeng's eyes brightened. Autographs should not be sold too expensively and should be affordable to the public. As for jerseys and sneakers, these are big business and can be sold at a high price.
Perhaps because the asking price is too high, or perhaps because the student's pocket money is too little, only one jersey has been sold so far, and it belongs to goalkeeper Miguel.
As for the sneakers... not a single pair was sold.
"three hundred!"
The blond boy handed over the colorful money: "I want Li's sneakers!"
Li Xiaofeng was not in a hurry to take the money. She raised her slender eyebrows and shook her head and said: "You can only buy Liage's shoes for three hundred, and my brother's sneakers are five hundred!"
The blond boy looked at her in disbelief and said, "It was only four hundred yesterday, why is it five hundred today?"
Li Xiaofeng said coldly: "Yesterday was yesterday's price, and today is today's price. Do you want to buy it? If you don't want to buy it, get out of the way."
"Yes! If you don't want to buy it, get out of the way. Don't waste time, class is about to begin!"
"Barris, aren't you rich, and you still care about the one hundred and two hundred? Hurry up!"
The children at the back started shouting, and the blond boy's face turned red as he took out another two hundred.
"Li's sneakers, five hundred!"
After collecting the money, Li Xiaofeng took out a box from the desk drawer.
Lying at the window, Yaisa looked at the colorful banknotes, wiped a handful of saliva, and thought: Feng's heart is too "dark"...
However, Yaisa laughed happily when she thought about her share of it.
Yaisa is so thin-skinned that she is willing to do what Li Xiaofeng does even to death.
The blond boy opened the box uneasily, and Li Xiaofeng shouted: "I didn't lie to you, there is my brother's signature on it!
You won't lose money if you buy it for 500 yuan. This pair of shoes can break the Barcelona goal!
You should know its value!"
Just then the school bell rang.
While Li Xiaofeng was busy putting her notebook into the desk drawer, she shouted to the students at the back: "It's class! It's class! Come back after class! Go to class!"
After school, Li Xiaofeng finally sold out all the autographs in his hands. He stretched himself and counted them. He still had two pairs of shoes and four jerseys left.
After stuffing her sneakers and jersey into her big schoolbag, she happily waved to Yaisa who was lying by the window.
"Let's take stock of today's results."
Yaisa shouted "Yeah!" and rushed in.
Two little lolita count the money happily.
"One thousand five hundred and three!"
"Yeah! We're rich! We're rich!"
The two little lolita hugged each other happily, and then walked out of the classroom while discussing plans to make a fortune:
"Let brother get some more pairs of sneakers!"
"Isn't this okay...isn't this a lie?"
"How is this a lie? As long as we don't say it's the pair we wore at Camp Nou, it's definitely not a lie!"
"Okay... Do you still want the signature?"
"Of course. Four people have already reserved my brother's autograph today. Let's go buy notebooks now."
"good!"
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"Brother, look what I bought for you?"
After returning home, Li Xiaofeng said hello to her mother and then saw Li Chuanqi.
"Humph, I still want to ask you."
Li Chuanqi thought about looking for sneakers in the afternoon and became very angry: "You took my sneakers and sold them again? I thought they were left in the locker room of Camp Nou."
Li Xiaofeng quickly went up and acted coquettishly: "Brother, don't be angry, I just want to expand your influence.
Look, if I sell your autographs, I am expanding your influence.
I didn’t force them to buy it.”
Li Chuanqi touched her sister's head helplessly: "Expand your influence? You are taking this opportunity to make money."
Without giving his sister a chance to argue, he continued: "I'm not afraid that you will buy or sell by force, but... I don't even have any shoes to play football with."
Li Xiaofeng, who was sitting on his brother's lap, was surprised and said: "Impossible! I didn't sell out all your sneakers and left you a pair."
Seeing that her brother's anger had not subsided, she quickly handed over the sneaker box in her hand: "The latest Nike is definitely better than your previous one! It cost one hundred and fifty..."
Mom looked at the two siblings and shook her head, then propped her chin and looked out the door.
The eldest son is already on the right track in college. I was originally worried that the second son would be too mediocre in his studies and would end up in an ordinary university.
Who would have thought that the second son would break out on his own and be expected to become a professional player.
Professional players are a highly paid group.
The future problem has finally been solved.
As for my daughter... she is still young...
"Boss lady, two packs of camels!"
A voice brought Zhang Xian back to reality.
"Huzi and Xiaofeng are both at home..."
The man glanced at the two brothers and sisters who were studying sneakers, and then asked: "Brother Xian is not at home?"
Zhang Xian immediately put away her professional smile and said coldly: "I'll be back by dinner time of course."
The man helped Li Xianqi speak: "Brother Xian is a person who does big things. People like us have nothing to do but stay at home."
Zhang Xian said coldly: "Doing something big? All you do is fight and kill all day long..."
The man sighed: "Without Brother Xian, life for the Chinese in our area would be even more difficult."
He immediately brought the topic to Li Chuanqi: "Hu Zi is now promising. I heard that many teams want to sign him. Where are you going to let him go?"
The lines on Zhang Xian's face softened, and she handed the cigarette to the man with a smile: "I haven't thought about it yet. I still have time to choose slowly."
The man took the cigarette and nodded: "Yes! You should choose slowly. Whoever gives you more money should go there."
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"I'm back!"
A bold voice came from outside the door: "Look what I brought back to you? Roast duck! Authentic BJ roast duck!"
Li Xiaofeng quickly went to greet her father: "Dad is lying again, shouldn't authentic BJ's roast duck only be found in BJ's?"
Li Xianqi walked into the house, touched his daughter's head and said with a smile: "From now on, when we have time, we will go to BJ to eat BJ roast duck, and we will eat... three at a time!"
"Dad."
"Hey, Huzi, why are you back so early today?"
"Today is just recovery training, and... there are too many people on the court, so I have to come back early."
Li Chuanqi became afraid when he thought of the dense crowds of people at the park and the "cannibalistic" looks in his eyes.