"That's not right! How do you know so much? Do you have a partner?"

"I'm only thirteen, how can I find a partner? But if I want one, I can immediately summon a girlfriend from my class." Wan Feng blew his pen loudly.

This time, Ma Huan's mouth was turned upside down. "I can see that you're just good at talking. Luckily, this is a popsicle factory. If this were a dairy farm, the cows would probably be flying. How much do you want today?"

"two hundred!"

Wan Feng's words startled Ma Huan. He looked around and saw no one around. "Damn it, you only got thirty or fifty extra, and that's it. You're being too greedy to ask for a hundred more."

Wan Feng took out a bottle of Maxam Tremella Pearl Cream from his pocket and put it into Ma Huan's pocket.

"How can I let you lose money? Give this bottle of stuff to Yang Yu when you watch the movie again. I think you will be almost there."

"What the hell is this?"

Ma Huan patted his pocket lightly and felt a square box.

"Tremella pearl cream is a high-end product. Rural supply and marketing cooperatives don't sell it at all. I bought it in a store in the county town. It's very expensive."

Maxam is a cosmetics brand that only appeared in the 1970s and 1980s. It was the most high-end cosmetics brand on the market at that time, costing nearly one yuan.

This bottle of pearl cream cannot be exchanged for a hundred popsicles. Wan Feng originally planned to buy this bottle for Luan Feng, but when he heard that Ma Huan had made progress, he gave it to him temporarily.

He was still very happy to help others.

He won't lose anything anyway, he will make it back sooner or later.

Ma Huan didn't know what Tremella Pearl Cream was, but when Wan Feng told him it was a high-end product, he believed it immediately and packed popsicles into Wan Feng's box with great energy.

To sell popsicles, I still had to go to the Black Reef Beach. This time, I didn't take yesterday's route, but went directly to the beach from the Shangqiao Brigade of the Warrior Commune, and didn't take the Wangzhuang Brigade route.

Why would he go to the mainland if the sales volume at the seaside is so high?

When Wan Feng arrived at the beach, it was around half past ten, which was actually not the prime time for selling popsicles.

But since he was here, he couldn't just sit around. Wan Feng pushed the cart from village to village, selling three or five popsicles in this village, and ten or eight popsicles in that village. When he arrived at the beach of Huangquan at noon, he had already sold more than a hundred popsicles.

The yellow circle is considered a distribution center for fishing boats to dock along the coast in this generation. There are still more than a dozen trucks of various types parked on the roadside, and today there are even two more 22 tractors.

Using a tractor to pull fish? The fish will be swollen by the time they get home.

Of course, this is not his problem. He should worry about not losing the popsicles.

When the drivers waiting for the boat to disembark saw the kid who sold popsicles yesterday coming back, they immediately surrounded him.

These guys are rich. There are at least two people in each car. One buys three popsicles, the other buys two. In a blink of an eye, they have bought up fifty or sixty Wanfeng popsicles.

Looking at the thirty or so popsicles left in the box, Wan Feng was no longer in a hurry to sell them. He watched the ships in the sea dock one by one.

The tide today seemed to be much higher than last night, and it was almost one o'clock when these boats docked.

The things that came aboard Boss Yu’s boat today were quite mixed, including green leather and wind-blown planks.

Since they met yesterday, Boss Yu gave Wan Feng a basket of wind-blown boards directly today. The quality was quite good, and he also gave Wan Feng a preferential price, saving him a penny.

Of course, Wan Feng didn't let them suffer a loss. More than 20 of his remaining 30 popsicles went into the mouths of Boss Yu and his sailors.

If one cent less per pound of sixty pounds of fish is sixty cents, his twenty popsicles are only forty cents even if he sells them at the selling price. So he is making a profit anyway.

I went to the supply and marketing cooperative restaurant in Shanatou with high spirits and ordered a plate of spicy tofu and a bowl of rice.

With a full stomach, Wan Feng had more strength, so he rushed straight to Huangjialing. He was going to Huangjialing, but of course he was not going to go to Xiawolong again where he had gone yesterday.

How could we have known that we would meet Zhang Xiangping by chance in such a large area of ​​Huangjialing Brigade?

After selling several villages in Wanfeng, Huangjialing, he deliberately avoided Xiawolong.

Now Wan Feng entered a village called Shangmashi. There were more than 40 kilograms of fish left in his basket. He decided that after selling all the fish in this village, he would go to Huanghui Brigade.

There is a saying: Enemies will meet sooner or later.

Wan Feng had just finished selling a few pounds of fish at Shangmashi when he looked up and was surprised to see Zhang Xiangping riding a bicycle with two other people coming from the opposite direction.

This is really a narrow road for enemies to meet, there is no place to hide.

Zhang Xiangping also saw Wan Feng, of course. Five or six people were gathered on the roadside. He didn't want to miss them, but he did.

The moment he saw Zhang Xiangping, Wan Feng's mind started spinning at high speed.

There would be no problem for the other three people to help Zhang Xiangping in the fight.

Shangmashi is not far from Xiawolong. They are from the same team, so there is no reason for them to side with him if they fight.

The best option is to run.

Wan Feng collected the scales as quickly as possible.

"Sorry, we're not selling it today."

He put the scale into the basket, kicked the ladder open, pushed the cart and ran away.

Zhang Xiangping also understood what was happening. He stepped out of the car and pointed at Wan Feng, shouting, "Don't let this bastard get away."

The two people with him also got out of the car and ran towards Wan Feng.

Wan Feng pushed the bike and ran. After running a few steps, he jumped up and landed on the seat, then pedaled hard.

Zhang Xiangping bent down, picked up a stone and threw it hard at Wan Feng.

Wan Feng's luck might not be very good today. The stone, which originally had no aim, flew in the air and finally landed on Wan Feng's shoulder by some strange coincidence.

Fortunately, due to the long distance, no serious damage was caused, but even so, Wan Feng felt a pain in his shoulder and almost fell off the car.

Wan Feng gritted his teeth and grabbed the handlebars. The bike shook twice before finally stabilizing.

"Let's see where you can run to."

Zhang Xiangping turned around and got on his bike and started chasing after them. The two men also got on their bikes and caught up with him.

Wan Feng pedaled the bike desperately. There were baskets, boxes and fish on his bike, which greatly affected his speed.

But his strength is his long endurance. Even with a heavy load on the bike, his riding speed did not decrease at all.

Zhang Xiangping and his two companions chased Wan Feng all the way to the halfway point of Xieling Village, but they could not catch up anymore. They looked at Wan Feng's back and gasped for breath.

"Is this bastard a monster? How can he run so fast?" A pursuer held on to the car and panted.

Zhang Xiangping wasn't much better off. He panted as he looked at Wan Feng's back and said angrily, "Damn it, I'm going to stop you right here at Huangjialing. I don't believe I can't stop you."

Wan Feng naturally didn't hear Zhang Xiangping's harsh words. After crossing the slope, he saw that the other party had stopped chasing him, so Wan Feng slowed down and came to Dashutun.

Just think of it as being chased by a dog.