Ji Wanmei frowned: "Who are you calling?"
Zhou Peng, who was in the lead, quickly signaled to everyone to change their address: "Don't call her that, call her Miss."
A group of brothers quickly followed suit and changed their address to "Young Miss".
Ji Wanmei was speechless: "..."
She had met several of these people, and several of them were often seen with Lei Tingjun.
Now that they've arrived, they've not seen the Thunder Army.
It was obvious whose idea this was. Ji Wanmei pursed her lips slightly, her gaze subtly sweeping across the street.
Zhou Peng said, "Miss Ji, I heard you've recently received a lot of new magazines featuring Hong Kong and Taiwanese celebrities?"
Seeing that the group had come to buy things, Luo Chunyan naturally put on a smile and pointed to the display case in the glass window next to her, saying, "Yes, it's over there. We have items from many celebrities. Whose do you want?"
"Do you have any of Bruce Lee's? I love Bruce Lee the most!"
"I want Chow Yun-fat's; Hui Man-keung is just too handsome!"
"Sister-in-law, do you have any Leslie Cheung?" Sun Xiaojun squeezed forward, grinning shamelessly.
Ji Wanmei said without any politeness, "If you keep shouting, I'll ask you to leave."
Sun Xiaojun's smile froze, and he immediately raised his hand and slapped himself: "Yes, yes, it's all because I was ignorant. Miss Ji, please bring out the magazines, and let each of us brothers pick one!"
Ji Wanmei had no interest in dealing with this group of people, so she turned around and went into the store, leaving Luo Chunyan to greet them.
Luo Chunyan then took out a stack of posters, featuring more than a dozen of the most famous Hong Kong and Taiwan stars, including Bruce Lee, Chow Yun-fat, Teresa Teng, and Brigitte Lin.
A group of men excitedly gathered around, each selecting several cards.
Some people took them back and pasted them on the walls of their dorm bunk beds, while others chose a few movie stars and singers to give to their partners.
Anyway, it only costs one cent.
The two stacks of magazines brought back from Zhejiang were sold off in the blink of an eye, with dozens of copies being snapped up.
The men all looked like they'd struck gold.
Across the street, behind a dilapidated telephone pole.
A tall man with deep-set brows, wearing a black T-shirt, stood behind a telephone pole, quietly gazing at the shops across the street, silently smoking.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
