"Shouldn't we call anyone else now?" Wang Jing asked.
"It's not necessary now. We can develop them after you've figured out how to operate!"
...
In front of the ancestral hall of Laoliuzhuang.
A large truck loaded with laundry detergent was parked there.
The villagers all stopped to watch, but no one went forward to ask.
Just then, Hu Yuan came over with Wang Lun and Wang Jing, carrying a large megaphone.
"Uncle Qian, has anyone come over to ask?"
Hu Yuan walked up to Qian Shen, the driver who was standing outside smoking, and asked him.
Looking at the young man he had only recently met, Qian Shen exhaled a puff of smoke and shook his head. "Everyone's watching, but no one's asking."
"Hey Hu, are you sure you can pull this over here? I don't think it's going to work," Qian Shen casually asked Hu Yuan.
"Uncle Qian, you can rest assured and keep an eye on things."
Hu Yuan smiled, didn't say much, and then climbed onto the roof of the car with the megaphone.
Seeing Hu Yuan's appearance, Qian Shen curled his lips and said nothing.
In his view, Hu Yuan was just wasting his time.
How come he, a young man from the streets, could sell the goods that so many salespeople in the factory couldn't?
Let's just take it to this godforsaken, impoverished mountain village.
However, Feng Qian told him before he came that Hu Yuanzhao would pay for his wages and fuel, and he would only be responsible for hauling the goods; he didn't need to worry about anything else.
Since that's the case, Qian Shen was happy to have some free time and come along to watch the play.
"Hello...hello, hello!"
On the roof of the car, Hu Yuan took out a large loudspeaker and started testing the sound.
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