He made money, but he was too ashamed to share the 20,000 yuan.
Thinking of something, he said with a strange expression:
"Sis, and that... uh, that... short film, do you want some?"
The chubby girl stared at him in surprise. "Is it appropriate to tell the young lady that I have that?"
To his even greater surprise, Zuo Ling remained unfazed and said:
"What country is it from? Is it rich in content? I've been through this before, I'm not interested in ordinary stuff."
The chubby guy opened his mouth wide; he heard some kind of bizarre conversation.
Hearing there was a chance, the thick-glasses salesman became even more enthusiastic:
"The content is rich, with people from all countries and all races, a wide variety of styles, action and plot, and a colorful array of elements. I won't get bored watching it."
"How many copies are there? Don't try to fool me with half a copy. My money doesn't grow on trees, I don't want fake stuff."
"Five disks, fully loaded, all packed with valuable information. If you don't believe me, I'll show you the hard drive space."
...
The chubby boy watched in a daze as the two completed the transaction.
My worldview has collapsed! She seems like such a simple and innocent person, how, how, how... how could this happen!
Zuo Ling didn't think that much about it; everything that exists must have a reason.
No matter the time, there are always thrill-seekers. Exchange these items with people who have no worries about food and clothing, and you're guaranteed to have a booming business.
After leaving the repair shop, I called Yang Chengang.
"Hey sis, where are you? You're doing alright, you haven't forgotten your brother Yang, you still remember to call."
His voice was warm and friendly.
"I called Brother Yang as soon as I got back to Beijing. Are you at the store?"
"I'm outside, I'll be right back, come over here."
Thirty minutes later, when they arrived at the protective equipment store, Yang Chengang was already waiting outside.
Zuo Ling carried large and small bags into the house.
Yang Chengang smiled broadly: "You've come all this way, but you always make your little sister spend money. I feel so bad for you."
Don't take anyone who tells you this seriously.
Zuo Ling smiled and said:
"It's nothing valuable, just some local specialties I brought back from a trip. I hope you won't mind them, Brother Yang."
"That's too polite of you. You're out and about and you're still thinking about your brother. You've made a good friend, sister."
There were only two customers in the store before closing time. After the customers left, Yang Chengang let the employees go home early.
Two Xuanwei hams, two bottles of finely packaged bamboo tube liquor, a pair of cured pig trotters, and two cured pork tongues.
A bunch of Fujian fruits: jackfruit, mangosteen, star fruit, custard apple, ginseng fruit, wax apple, guava, durian, red coconut, and green coconut.
Zuo Ling pointed to the fruit: "These were all bought locally in Minzhou. They don't taste the same as the ones bought in Kyoto. Please try them."
Yang Chengang rubbed his hands together with delight, saying repeatedly, "It must be delicious, it must be delicious, my little sister has gone to so much trouble."
He wasn't someone who hadn't seen the world; what he valued was Zuo Ling's feelings.
Zuo Ling also took out a bag of loose rice, weighing about five pounds:
"Brother Yang, have you heard of Xiaozhoushan rice? You can't buy it outside, so I bought it from farmers at a high price. I haven't had time to cook it yet, so I don't know what it tastes like. You can take it back and try it; they say it's only served on the tables of high-ranking officials and nobles."
Yang Chengang knew about Xiaozhou Mountain rice and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, thanks to you, little sister, I'll try some too."
Zuo Ling gave him a bunch of things, and Yang Chengang wanted to treat him to a meal.
"Don't go out to eat. I brought some good food in my car, it's just as good as what you get in the restaurant. It'll be less formal to eat here," Zuo Ling said.
"Oh, oh, I can't accept this, I can't accept this."
Even so, my eyes kept glancing at the hearse on the left. What delicious treats did my little sister bring this time?
Order Hua Tongzi Chicken, Steamed Bowl of Nine Kinds of Cured Meats, Stir-fried Chicken Giblets, Sichuan-style Cold Noodles, Creamy Prawns, Spicy Stir-fried Clams, Canned Fermented Rice Soup, Bamboo Rice, and Six Bottles of Huang Gui Thick Wine.
The aroma of Hua Tong Zi Chicken fills the air as soon as it's opened.
Yang Chengang clicked his tongue in amazement: "Little sister, there's not a single thing that your older brother doesn't like to eat."
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