Chapter 65 The camera is round, why is the photo square?
Chapter 65: The camera is round, why are the photos square?
Faced with Yang Jianguang's question, Huang Mao's face darkened, and he sat down on the table without saying a word, gnawing peanuts one by one.
Seeing this, Yang Jianguang suppressed a smile and put the heavy suitcase aside helplessly.
It seems that Huang Mao basically gained nothing from this trip.
After the uncle went to the room to do some work, the two of them sat in the yard and waited for Dazhi while drinking.
But what surprised the two of them was that it had been almost an hour since Huang Maodu came back, and Dazhi hadn't come back yet.
If it hadn't been so late, both of them would have wanted to go outside to look for Dazhi.
After taking a sip of beer, Yang Jianguang teased Huang Mao out of curiosity. "You said Dazhi hasn't come back yet. Could it be that his business is pretty good?"
Hearing this, Huang Mao waved his hand angrily and threw the wine bowl on the table.
"Yang Jianguang, aren't you talking nonsense?"
"If you can't even sell my yellow hair, what can Dazhi's brain do?"
"I don't think so." Yang Jianguang shook his head. "What you can't do, someone with great wisdom may not be able to do it."
"Besides, Dazhi seems to be honest and trustworthy. With your yellow hair, you don't look like a good person. Who would dare to buy from you?"
Yang Jianguang finished speaking jokingly, but Huang Mao jumped up from his position as if he had been caught with a sore leg, "Yang Jianguang, what do you mean? What do you mean, the great intelligence can do what I can't do?"
"I'm telling you today, if Dazhi can sell Walkmans, I can call him Big Brother!"
Just as Huang Mao finished his vow, the courtyard door suddenly creaked.
Outside the door, Dazhi timidly poked his head out and asked cautiously, "Brother Huang Mao, Brother Jianguang, what are you two arguing about?"
"Why are you still arguing?" Huang Mao accused angrily, "It's not because of you, kid, why did you come back so late!"
Dazhi himself was not very courageous, so he froze outside the yard in fear due to this attack, stammering and trying to explain. "Brother Huangmao, I...I'm not, I over-ridden the bus, and I just came back today."
Hearing this, Huang Mao couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Hahaha... You guy actually took the bus too far. This is too stupid!"
"I just said that if you came back so late, you probably got lost and don't know how you came back. How could you possibly be selling your Walkman?"
Listening to Huang Mao's laughter, coupled with Dazhi who dared not make a sound outside the yard, Yang Jianguang waved to Dazhi disappointedly. "Okay, okay, Dazhi, come in quickly, the food is cold."
After all, I was really sure that Dazhi had not sold the Walkman, and Yang Jianguang was still quite disappointed in his heart.
But think about it, if the Walkman was so easy to sell, Huangmao wouldn't be unable to sell one.
Even myself, didn’t I sell it because I met Hu Mengxuan, an advertising tool?
I am planning to expand the scale of the Walkman, but I am afraid that due to today's situation, I have to put it on hold for the time being.
Although he was extremely disappointed in his heart, Yang Jianguang also knew that he should not blame Dazhi at this moment. He straightened his smile, stood up, took the suitcase from Dazhi's hand with his right hand, and walked inside towards Dazhi.
But before taking a few steps, Yang Jianguang suddenly felt something was wrong with his right hand.
He was so stunned that he raised his voice and said, "Wait a minute, why is this suitcase so light?"
"Isn't Sui Sheng here?"
Dazhi, who had just picked up a piece of pork head, was shocked when the meat fell directly into the bowl.
Huang Mao became anxious when he saw this. Dazhi was hesitating and came back so late. Could it be that this silly boy had lost his Walkman?
Each of them brought out twenty-five units. One hundred yuan unit is worth two thousand five hundred yuan. If they were lost...
The more Huang Mao thought about it, the more anxious he became. Not long after, he slammed the table and shouted at Dazhi. "Dazhi, where did the sound go? You kid didn't lose it, did it?"
When the two asked this question, Dazhi immediately panicked.
He hurriedly took out a handful of colorful banknotes from the inner pocket of his clothes, and explained in a panic. "Brother Jianguang, this...this is the money from selling the Walkman today, a total of two thousand six hundred and twenty-five dollars."
,It’s all…it’s all here!”
When they took out the banknotes, Yang Jianguang and Huang Mao were suddenly stunned.
Huang Mao swallowed his saliva, with a look of disbelief on his face. "What the hell, did you sell it?"
Yang Jianguang quickly opened the box, looked at the empty box, and exclaimed in disbelief. "Twenty-five units, Dazhi, you sold them all by yourself?"
When I first went to Shanghai University to sell Walkmans, I only sold a dozen units.
Now Dazhi has sold twenty-five units in just a few hours?
If he hadn't seen the thick wad of money, Yang Jianguang wouldn't have believed it was true!
Dazhi continued to nod dully and said slowly, "I went to the teaching building and said that I was a benefit given to the school by the manufacturer, and it was only for the first twenty-five units, and then the walkman was sold out?"
"By the way, they also told me to continue bringing goods to sell to them tomorrow."
Hearing this, Yang Jianguang's eyes lit up and he looked at Dazhi in shock.
He really didn't expect that Dazhi, who usually tended to be distracted and slow to react, would have such a clever mind?
Seeing Dazhi's silly and proud look, Huang Mao took another look at his full suitcase, suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, and asked in confusion.
"Dazhi, you sold it so quickly, so why did you come back so late?"
Hearing this, Dazhi scratched his head in embarrassment. "Brother Huang Mao, on the way back, I saw someone in the school taking pictures, and I kept thinking why the camera head was obviously round, but the photos taken were not.
Is it square?"
Huang Mao:……
Yang Jianguang:......
"Okay, Dazhi, thank you for your hard work today. Let's eat quickly."
Yang Jianguang finally came to his senses. After inviting Dazhi to eat, he glanced sideways at Huang Mao and sneered, "Do you still remember someone's bet?"
Huang Mao was stunned. He clutched the corner of his clothes in extreme embarrassment. After a while, he shouted angrily to Dazhi. "Brother Dazhi." He was so frightened that the peanuts in Dazhi's hand almost flew out.
After saying that, Huang Mao patted his chest. "Moreover, now I know the method. Tomorrow your brother Huang Mao will also follow Dazhi's method. I guarantee that I can easily sell the Walkman for you."
Just looking at Huang Mao's vow, Yang Jianguang smiled and shook his head. "No, Huang Mao, I suggest you get a more energetic short haircut."
"Otherwise, if Dazhi says he is the manufacturer's sales representative, I believe it, and you Huang Mao might have to call the security office to arrest you."
Huang Mao, who was poked in a painful spot again, immediately became anxious. "Shi Ke cannot be killed, Yang Jianguang, I will fight with you!"
In the end, in order to defend his dignity, Huang Mao chased Yang Jianguang and tortured him all night before giving up.
As a result, Yang Jianguang was very sleepy when he woke up early the next morning.
Yang Jianguang yawned as he pushed the fifty prepared Walkmans in front of Dazhi. "Dazhi, you can bring fifty Walkmans and fifty boxes of tapes to sell first. If it is not enough, you can calculate the number of people tomorrow."
Take it over again."
Huang Mao was unconvinced when he saw this. "Yang Jianguang, where is my Walkman?"
Yang Jianguang suppressed a smile, "There are already twenty-five units in the box. You'd better think about how to get rid of the identity of Dazhi's younger brother."
Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.
How could Huang Mao be so angry? He grabbed yesterday's suitcase and went out to prove himself with murderous intent.
"Hmph, Yang Jianguang, just wait for me!"
But before he could say the harsh words for too long, Huang Mao came back with a murderous look and stretched out his hand in front of Yang Jianguang.
"Give me the fare and...money for a haircut!"
"Pfft..." Yang Jianguang almost couldn't help but laugh. Seeing Huang Mao's expression on the verge of going berserk, he hurriedly took out a big blue ball and handed it to him.
After Huang Mao left with satisfaction, Yang Jianguang also counted a hundred Walkmans and took the suitcase and got on the bus to Shanghai University.
On the other side, Zhu Qian was still talking to her cousin on the phone.
Cousin Luo Ping had a face full of promise.
"Noon will be here soon, cousin, don't worry, I'm telling you today, Yang Jianguang will never sell it so cheaply this time!"
"Don't worry and go sell Walkmans! He will definitely not be able to steal your business!"