Hua Ling: "This sword is going to be sold online. Qiao'er, please hold the sword in two poses."
"So it's not for me." Cheng Qiaoxin pouted, but she still picked up the sword in cooperation and made two postures.
Hua Ling turned on all the lights in the room. People look more beautiful under the strong light. He took a dozen photos of Cheng Qiaoxin with his mobile phone before stopping.
"How was the photo taken?" Women are most concerned about whether their photos look good or not.
Hua Ling handed over the phone: "It goes without saying that you are the most..." I have ever seen.
"What's the most?" Cheng Qiao was impatient. Women are also most afraid of men speaking half-heartedly.
Hua Ling: "Of course she is the most beautiful girl."
"Hehe, that's pretty much it, let's eat!" Cheng Qiaoxin happily served Hua Ling a meal.
After dinner, Hua Ling logged into the forum of the "Dreamland" game, posted a set of photos of Cheng Qiaoxin holding the Kunling Sword, and photos of the weighing of the sword, and left a message on the forum.
Downloaded the sales address.
Not long after, the click-through rate of Hua Lingfa’s post soared. Not only were they asking about the price of the sword, but they were also asking who the beautiful woman holding the sword was and where she was? Can she sell it?
After a while, several of Cheng Qiaoxin's friends called Cheng Qiaoxin one after another to congratulate Cheng Qiaoxin on her overnight popularity on the Internet, and said that many people asked for her phone number, which also shocked Cheng Qiaoxin.
"What's going on?" Cheng Qiaoxin asked Hua Ling.
Hua Ling slapped her forehead: "Oops, I forgot to type in the code."
"Then what should we do?!" Cheng Qiao was a little anxious.
Hua Ling: "At most, it's just to be famous. These days, there are so many people who want to be famous. I can't even ask for this opportunity."
Cheng Qiaoxin: "But I don't want to be famous."
Hua Ling rolled his eyes: "If you think so, do you need money?"
Cheng Qiaoxin nodded, whoever said he didn't need money was a fool.
Hua Ling: "Yes, after you become famous, people will come to you to be a star and carry sacks to give you money. Isn't this a good thing?"
Cheng Qiao thought it was right, but she said: "But I really don't want to be famous."
Hua Ling: "Maybe it's not as serious as you think. A lot of people just blush and then disappear. Maybe you will be the same."
"Oh, that makes me feel relieved." Cheng Qiaoxin said.
Hua Ling: "Even if you don't want to be famous, you still have to think about your father. Do you want him to still be working outside to make a living in his fifties or sixties?"
Cheng Qiaoxin said firmly: "Of course not."
Hua Ling: "That's right. If someone offers you money to be featured in an advertisement or something, it's best not to refuse."
Cheng Qiaoxin: "But, people..."
Hua Ling: “No need to, we’ll talk about it later.”
"Ding dong." While the two were chatting, the Kun Ling Sword that Hua Ling auctioned had already been bought, and there were a lot of additional orders.
"Master, master, come quickly!" Hua Ling shouted.
"What are you shouting for in the middle of the night?" Blacksmith Cheng walked out sleepily. The hair on his head was messy, and he was obviously deep in sleep.
"We have orders, 15, 16, 20, 22, 28, ah, it's over 30, 33... 41... oh, it's over 50!" Hua Ling shouted excitedly.
"What?!" When Blacksmith Cheng heard so many orders, he immediately became energetic: "How come there are so many?!"
Hua Ling: “This is for nationwide sales, so it’s still a small amount. Oops, it’s increased again, it’s over 100!”
"How are you going to finish all of them?!" Blacksmith Cheng was a little worried. Iron swords are not like other swords. They can be beaten casually. This requires a lot of hard work. During the day, they spent an entire afternoon beating swords before they could hit something like this.
Taken together, these more than a hundred swords are enough for several months of fighting, not to mention that the current orders are still rising.
Hua Ling: "We can find OEM processing. Just pay some crafting fees. There are hundreds of people asking for Qiaoer's mobile phone number. If you give her your mobile phone number, they will buy it. Do you want to publish it? Beauty?"
Cheng Qiaoxin immediately said: "No! If hundreds of calls come in, I will be annoyed to death every day."
Hua Ling said with a smile: "What you refused was all money!"
"This..." Cheng Qiaoxin was a little hesitant when he heard this.
When she was considering whether to really publish her phone number in exchange for customers to buy the sword made by her father, Hua Ling said: "Okay, I'm kidding you, these orders can't be completed in a short time, how can I publish it?"
Where is your mobile phone number, but you'd better change it tomorrow. After all, you have a lot of friends. I'm sure they will sell you out of envy, jealousy and hatred."
"How is that possible?" As soon as Cheng Qiaoxin spoke, the phone rang over there. Out of politeness, Cheng Qiaoxin answered the phone: "Hello, who is this?"
"We don't know each other yet. I got your phone number through one of your classmates. How can we be friends..." The other party was obviously a middle-aged man with a gruff voice. It seemed that he was a Qiaoxin classmate and
Some of my friends are hooking up with rich people.
Cheng Qiaoxin immediately hung up the phone and then turned off the phone. She was surprised that Hua Ling actually said this: "What you said is really accurate. I was really betrayed by a friend. I will change my phone number tomorrow!"
Cheng Qiaoxin had just bought her mobile phone, and only a few people knew her number. Unexpectedly, someone called her so soon, which meant that she was really sold by a friend.
In this world, there are people of all kinds, so it is necessary to be on guard against others, and it pays to be careful.
Hua Tian said: "Although there are many orders, we should do them one by one. We will take 10 orders first and leave the rest hanging. If we take too many orders at once and cannot finish them within the specified time, we will have to pay double the amount."
times the liquidated damages.”
Hua Tianzheng was talking when the doorbell rang suddenly. Cheng Qiaoxin went to open the door. Standing outside the door was actually stewardess Mo Ruyan. Today she was wearing cool casual clothes. The low-collared shirt showed off her proud breasts.
It was fully reflected, and Hua Ling's eyes widened when he saw it.
Cheng Qiaoxin opened the door: "Of course, please come in."
As soon as Mo Ruyan walked in, she saw the Kunling Sword on the table at the first sight. She immediately took two steps forward, picked up the Kunling Sword on the table and started playing with it: "I just logged in to the forum and saw the photo of you holding the sword.
, I looked at the time and saw that it was half an hour ago. I thought that your Kunling sword must not have been sent away yet, so I immediately went downstairs to have a look, and the sword was indeed here."
Cheng Qiaoxin: "It turns out that Sister Ruyan also likes props."
Mo Ruyan: "Well, I was a member of the COSPLAY club when I was in school. I also have a collection of various props at home, but there are not many props as detailed as yours. Do you still make props? Can you make them again?
Can you sell me a handful?"
Hua Tianhua Lingyi heard that the beauty wanted to buy the Kunling Sword: "Of course, you can come and get it tomorrow night."
Mo Ruyan: "Really? That's great, how much does it cost?"
Hua Ling: "If you sell it online for 3,000 yuan, you can count it as 2,000 yuan."
This sudden cut of 1,000 yuan made the blacksmith beside him feel a little sad, but Hua Ling had already said what he said and could not take it back. Mo Ruyan was also their tenant, so the discount should be discounted.
Mo Ruyan: "That's great, I won't disturb your rest. I'll pick it up tomorrow night."
As soon as Mo Ruyan left, Blacksmith Cheng slapped Hua Ling on the head with his iron palm: "You brat, you are so brave. You reduced the other party's price by 1,000 yuan at once, even if it was a 20% discount.
Money bites my hand? I lost so much money for nothing."
In fact, this was caused by Hua Ling seeing Mo Ruyan's cool clothes, causing a short-circuit of ischemia in the brain. The blood flowed to the lower part of the cavernous body. Fortunately, Hua Ling was sitting at the time, otherwise she would have been embarrassed.
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Cheng Qiaoxin spoke for Hua Ling at this time: "Dad, Sister Ruyan is also renting our house, so it is appropriate to give her a discount. A 20% discount is a bit too unfamiliar. She is renting for a long time."
Blacksmith Cheng laughed, then glared at Hua Ling: "You kid, go to bed early. You have to get up early tomorrow morning to strike. There are so many swords. If you can't finish them, I'll make you work overtime." With that, Blacksmith Cheng said.
He went back to his room to sleep.
In this way, Hua Ling received 10 orders. These 10 swords can be produced within 2 days, which is an income of 30,000 yuan.
Hua Ling copied the delivery address and mobile phone number of the buyer who ordered the Kunling Sword online on the note and handed it to Cheng Qiaoxin: "Sister, send this sword to the buyer tomorrow."
Cheng Qiaoxin took the note. She also knew that she would be very busy tomorrow and she could only do the mailing: "I will play with the Kun Ling Sword tonight."
Hua Ling: "Okay, but don't touch it. If the seller returns the goods, your dad will definitely spank you."
"Huh, no way." Cheng Qiaoxin happily ran to her room and closed the door with the Kunling Sword in hand.
