The middle-aged woman shouted with a sullen face. Wan Feng also knew this woman. She was the aunt who issued the invoices at the Blue Mountain Cold Drink Factory.
"Brother! Can I buy goods from you and sell them?"
Ma Huan hesitated for a moment: "You should ask the cashier about this. She can correct it."
The cashier is that lady.
Wan Feng ran up to the aunt and stated his request with a smile.
"What? You want to sell popsicles in our car?" The aunt looked at him coldly, as if she was facing everyone's criticism.
"Auntie! I've been to your popsicle factory to pick up goods, and you were the one who issued the invoice for me. Maybe you don't know me, but we are old customers."
Ma Huan grinned in the carriage. Damn, just by buying goods once, he became a regular customer?
The aunt thought for a moment: "It's okay to take the goods, but nothing will be wasted."
Isn't this a joke? It's just about making money for nothing.
"Auntie, you can't just give up all the money. Selling this stuff is just to make some money. It's not easy for you guys either, how about giving up half?"
If you put half of it together, one hundred plus twenty becomes one hundred plus ten.
"Alright! Then what are you going to use as a costume?"
"Hey, I don't have anything. Can you lend me one of your wooden boxes?"
"What!" the aunt yelled, "We still have to take care of your box?"
"Then I can't hold it in my hands. If the amount is small, it will dissolve quickly."
"That won't work. What if you run away with it?"
"Auntie! Are you kidding me? I just took a wooden box. You are insulting my personality. I am the flower of the motherland."
Wan Feng's words made the old lady laugh: "To me, you look like dogtail grass, not a flower at all."
"I plan to sell popsicles full-time during the summer vacation. We will inevitably interact with each other then, Auntie. I am a very sensible person."
The aunt didn't know if she could understand the meaning of Wan Feng's words that he was very sensible, but Wan Feng was sure that she would understand after a while.
"Forget it, it's just a wooden box. I trust you won't run away with it, so I'll lend it to you. How much do you want?"
"I'll go inside and sell them after I get them. I'm afraid they'll melt if I take too much, so I'll just take thirty at a time. Anyway, you guys stay here and I'll come back to get more after I'm done selling."
Wan Feng paid three cents, and Ma Huan packed thirty-three popsicles in a wooden box and covered the box with a mat.
Wan Feng ran into the square with the box in his hand. When he got into the square, he joined the crowd and shouted.
"Popsicles! Freshly made bean popsicles, the best way to beat the heat and relieve summer heat. One bite will cool you down from your head to your heels. Two cents each, three for five cents. If you can buy them, they're not available."
Wan Feng's words were like a timely rain in the dog days of summer, which immediately made those who were suffering in the scorching heat feel like a cool rain.
Of course, this feeling will not occur if you don’t eat the popsicle. It will only occur when you take a bite of the cold popsicle.
"Kid, let me buy one." As soon as Wan Feng finished speaking, someone became his first customer.
The man hurriedly peeled off the simple wrapping paper on the popsicle, took a big bite, and then made a hissing sound, and then closed his eyes to enjoy the cool moment.
This guy's intoxicated expression was like giving Wan Feng a 360-degree 3D live advertisement for free.
The people around me who had Adam's apples had theirs moving, and those who didn't had theirs swallowing.
Then, the scene that had happened in the Jiangwei School Square appeared again. Countless hands immediately stretched out from all directions, as if for robbery.
Wan Feng's thirty-three popsicles were emptied of their packaging in the blink of an eye.
In the short time of farting, you can earn more than two cents.
Wan Feng ran to the school gate without stopping and took out another three cents worth of goods.
At this rate, he could sell five or six hundred popsicles this morning like a piece of cake, which was much faster than the one dollar or so he made by renting books.
But the development of things has never been determined by Rao's will.
The last time Wan Feng went there, he was in high spirits and galloping forward, but this time he died before he could even accomplish his goal.
He had just finished picking up the goods and ran into the gate of the first row of houses in the school when three young men coming out of the sports school bumped into him.
"Child! Come here!"
The three young men only had the bottom two buttons of their clothes fastened, revealing their skin underneath. Their pants were rolled up to their legs, and they all wore tall hats on their heads, the most standard attire of street thugs at the time.
Back then, people still wore bell-bottom pants, had afros, and danced swing dances, but young people here would wear tall hats to highlight their individuality.
Of course, it is not the tall hat that looks like a tower that people wear in parades.
This tall hat was the most popular old-style military hat at the time. A ball of paper was stuffed into the forehead, and then it was buckled on the head, creating a high peak on the forehead.
I don't know which bastard invented it.
At that time, Wan Feng didn’t think there was anything wrong, and he seemed to have worn it before.
But now I don’t think that’s the case. A green hat must have a bulge on the top. Does this mean that wearing a green hat is glorious?
Wan Feng thought that business was coming again, so he ran over happily.
"Brother! Want to buy some popsicles?"
The three young men each held a popsicle in one hand, then turned and walked towards the playground.
What's going on? They're leaving now? Something's not right. Don't these three guys know they have to pay for things?
Wan Feng thought it necessary to remind the other party to pay.
"Three big brothers, you haven't paid yet."
The three young men, sucking on their popsicles, turned around and looked at Wan Feng in surprise.
"Ah! I have to pay for popsicles?"
Isn't that bullshit! My popsicles aren't blown in by the seawater tide or the wind, so why shouldn't they be free?
"Of course you have to pay."
"Do you know who we are?"
"Does who you are have anything to do with giving money for buying things?"
"I'm Zhu Laoer, have you heard?"
Pig No. 2? Isn't it just a pig's bladder? How could he have the nerve to use such a name, as if it were something glorious?
Zhu Laoer, ahahahaha… Wan Feng was about to laugh, but suddenly remembered who Zhu Laoer was.
The Zhu family of Yongshi Commune became a well-known village family in Yongshi Commune more than ten years later.
In rural areas in the north, there is a common name for those unreasonable and domineering people in the village: Village Uncle.
There are seven brothers in the Zhu family. The most famous one is the third brother Zhu Youliang, followed by the fifth brother Zhu Youquan, and the second brother Zhu Youcai can only be ranked third.
But the first Zhu brother to make his mark on the market was Zhu Lao Er.
More than a decade later, although the Zhu family members could not shake the streets of Warrior Commune with just one stomp of their feet, no one dared to mess with them.
I never thought that I would meet a prominent figure in the Warriors' territory more than ten years later.
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