Chapter 12: It doesn't say you can't put it, so it can be put
The sun rises and the summer breeze is cool.
Chen Yansen was standing at the entrance of the alley with six cardboard boxes and a pile of materials at his feet. He was holding a thousand-roll fried dough stick in his hand and was eating it with relish.
The thousand sheets are wrapped in layers of fresh chopped peppers and soybean paste, with a crispy and fragrant large fried dough stick in the middle. One bite is super satisfying.
Wang Zihao, who was standing by, stroked a strand of bangs on his forehead, struggling for a long time, and finally turned his head to look at Wang Ziyan: "Which direction do you think is more suitable?"
"Brother, to the right."
Wang Ziyan, who was sleepy, lowered her head and spoke casually.
“I think it’s better to go left.”
Wang Zihao held the phone in his hands, looked at himself on the screen, secretly exclaimed "so handsome", and then came to a conclusion.
"whispering sound!"
Wang Ziyan spoke with disdain. She had expected Wang Zihao to say that. She knew very well that people with decision-making disorders often don't want answers, but rather someone to help them eliminate a candidate.
"There are still five minutes until seven o'clock. Coach Huang won't stand us up, right?"
Wang Zihao glanced at the time and suddenly became annoyed.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't there still five minutes left?"
Chen Yansen didn't even raise his head and just ate his breakfast.
In his previous life, he had dealt with Huang Boxiang. This man did have a bad temper, but he was also a simple and honest person.
According to his estimation, the daily payment for reselling MP3 and MP4 players would be at least 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. If he hired a driver randomly, there was a chance that the other party would have bad intentions.
Chen Yansen is not afraid of bad people, but he is afraid of trouble.
Smart people know how to avoid potential risks, which is the wise thing to do.
Huang Boxiang at least knows the whole story. Compared with safety issues, being late is not a big problem.
not to mention……
With the roar of an engine, a silver bluebird broke through the fog and finally stopped in front of the three people.
The time is 6:59! "Boss Chen, shall we set off now?"
Huang Boxiang leaned out of the car and glanced at them quickly. Seeing that the three people were not very old, he was slightly surprised at first, and then he took the initiative to speak.
Yesterday on the phone, Chen Yansen asked to hire his car for ten days, so he was naturally a big customer! There was inevitably a bit of politeness in his words.
Huang Boxiang, who is in his early forties, is of medium build and a little fat. He is wearing a dark blue work suit with the words "Daxiang" printed on his chest. While doing private work, he did not forget to advertise.
"Master, please load the goods first! Can you give me a hand?"
Chen Yansen nodded and asked tentatively.
"Okay, let me check the trunk to see if it can fit."
Huang Boxiang did not refuse and agreed readily.
The trunk lid popped open with a bang, and he pushed the door open and got out of the car. He roughly estimated the volume of the goods, then turned around and replied, "It should be fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Chen Yansen to say anything, he immediately picked up a box of goods and carefully loaded it into the trunk.
"Boss Chen, what are these? If they are all fragile items, I can wrap them with foam for you."
Huang Boxiang was moving the goods while asking questions seemingly casually.
"No, nothing is afraid of breaking."
Chen Yansen raised his head and glanced at him. He didn't expect that Huang Boxiang, who looked honest, actually had a good heart.
He understood what the other person was thinking. He was just worried that he would be in trouble if he pulled in contraband.
"That's good."
Huang Boxiang laughed dryly and continued to move the goods, but his eyes were carefully observing the labels on the boxes. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he saw the words "Mei Mo MP3×100" in his sight.
There were only a few boxes of goods in total, and they were neatly stacked in just a cup of tea.
"Master Huang, let's go to Chongqiao today."
Chen Yansen stepped onto the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and gave instructions to the other party.
"Okay, Boss Chen."
Huang Boxiang responded politely and did not look down on Chen Yansen because of his young age.
Wang Zihao, who was sitting in the back row, couldn't help but sigh inwardly when he saw this: "Who said Coach Huang has a bad temper? Isn't he quite gentle?"
He noticed that Huang Boxiang always addressed Chen Yansen as "Boss Chen", and he understood instantly that Chen Yansen obviously did not tell them that they were students of the driving school.
After the car started, it sped along the ring road.
Looking out through the car window, several breakfast stalls in the distance were busy, with smoke rising and voices bustling, interweaving in the dim light of morning light.
Chen Yansen's eyes gradually lost focus, and it was unknown what he was thinking about. Finally, he simply closed his eyes, breathing slowly, and soon fell asleep.
In order to catch the market early, he got up before dawn. At the moment, he was very sleepy, so he fell asleep immediately.
"List……"
Wang Zihao, who originally wanted to discuss sales strategies with him, became anxious and subconsciously wanted to wake up Chen Yansen.
“Wuwuwu——”
Wang Ziyan, who was sitting next to him, was quick to cover his mouth.
"Brother, keep your voice down and let Chen Yansen sleep a little longer."
Wang Ziyan rolled her eyes at her brother and threatened in a low voice.
"You are such a traitor! Wang Ziyan, look carefully, I am your real brother."
Wang Zihao pried her hands apart, lowered his voice, and looked aggrieved.
"Shh!"
Wang Ziyan raised a thumb and looked smiling. Her watery peach blossom eyes were exceptionally bright, and a big boy in a suit and tie was reflected in her pupils. At this moment, her eyes were slightly closed and she was immersed in a dream.
All in silence.
Twenty minutes later, the noise in Chen Yansen's ears became louder and louder, and he reluctantly opened his eyes and straightened up.
"The big market center of Chongqiao Town is in front of us. Where should we park the car?"
Huang Boxiang asked immediately when he saw that he woke up.
“Are there any banks, large supermarkets, or government or business entities at the entrance or exit of the market?”
Chen Yansen thought for a moment and asked.
If you want to make this reselling business, you must first find a suitable stall.
Generally, stalls at town fairs are either planned and rented by those above them, or they are spontaneously set up by nearby residents on a first-come, first-served basis.
But neither of these two methods is suitable for him! The first one has high communication costs, and he will only stay in each market for two days at most; the second one is first come first served, but the areas with the highest traffic have long been occupied by some old vendors. If you dare to rush to grab it, others will dare to use knives.
Huang Boxiang has been driving an illegal taxi for many years, and his activities are mainly in a dozen towns around Chunshen. He is simply a walking map. For him, he can answer this question with his eyes closed.
"There is a small clinic at the exit, no supermarket or bank, but there is a patrol station at the entrance."
Huang Boxiang squinted his eyes and told them one by one as if they were his own treasures.
“Can we set up a stall?”
Chen Yansen became interested after hearing this.
"At the gate of the inspection station?"
Huang Boxiang was a little confused. Who would have the time to set up a stall in front of the inspection station? "Master Huang, let me introduce myself. I am the sales manager of Yangcheng Meimo Electronics Factory, and he is my colleague Wang Zihao. This business trip is mainly to promote our factory's MP3 and MP4 products, so the most urgent thing is to find a suitable stall for promotion."
Chen Yansen pointed at Wang Zihao behind him and spoke with certainty.
"Oh, you two are at work pretty early."
Huang Boxiang suddenly realized and exclaimed with a smile.
In his opinion, although Chen Yansen and Wang Zihao were both wearing suits and looked like white-collar workers, the faces on their necks were too immature.
Even if he made a wild guess, he thought the two of them were no more than 23 or 24 years old.
"My family's financial situation is not very good. I can start working early to reduce the burden on my parents."
Chen Yansen lied without blushing or beating his heart, and it was very natural.
Wang Zihao, who was sitting in the back row, almost laughed out loud. What a damn sales manager of the Meimo Electronics Factory.
Damn Chen Yansen, he's such a boaster! "Hey, is the girl behind you also your colleague?"
Huang Boxiang was slightly startled, then he reacted with a look of suspicion on his face.
"She is not."
Chen Yansen flatly denied it, but did not give any further explanation.
"No one usually dares to set up a stall in front of the inspection station, so I don't know if it's allowed."
"But I passed by once and I thought I saw someone selling sesame cakes there. Of course, it could also be that I was dazzled."
Huang Boxiang is an honest man. He said what he thought and brought the topic back to the topic.
"It doesn't say you can't put it there, so it can be put there!"
Chen Yansen summarized seriously, and then signaled Huang Boxiang to continue moving forward.
"ah?"
Huang Boxiang opened his mouth slightly with a stiff expression. He found that his brain was completely on a different channel from Chen Yansen's.
(End of this chapter)
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