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Chapter 23 Signing
Did not buy rice, Fang Jing took Fang Hui to a restaurant in the afternoon, and spent more than 20 yuan. I have to say that a small county town also has the benefits of a small county town. not come down.

Fang Jing, a junior high school student, lived on campus and survived on 300 yuan a month. Two dishes and one soup in the cafeteria cost four yuan a day. Meals are free.

"Brother, what are we doing here? Aren't we buying pots and induction cookers?"

In the shopping mall, Fang Hui saw so many floors full of beautiful clothes and shoes, she could hardly walk. Compared with the small roadside stall she went to today, this place is not so high.

"There is a supermarket on the fourth floor, where can I buy it?"

In the past, Fang Jing came here a few times when he didn't go home occasionally on weekends, but he was only a temporary worker. If he wasn't tall and didn't look like a junior high school student, people would definitely not dare to employ him.

Kitchen knives, chopping boards, oil, pots and pans, a bag of sixty catties of rice, a box of salt, an induction cooker, Fang Jing bought everything in less than 10 minutes.

"Brother, can you finish all these things?"

"Isn't there still you?"

"No! I can't carry so much!" Fang Hui immediately shook his head in rejection.

At this time, a supermarket worker took the initiative to help with the checkout, which totaled more than 600 yuan.

After paying the bill quickly, Fang Jing didn't take it away, but temporarily stored it here, leading Fang Hui upstairs to buy clothes for her.

"Choose by yourself. You can buy whatever you want. I have to buy vegetables to cook later."

Fang Hui pursed her lips and shook her head desperately, "It's too expensive here, a t-shirt costs more than 180, should we change to another one?"

An ordinary t-shirt costs more than 100 yuan, which is a sky-high price for Fang Hui, who has never been out of the village since she was a child. With this money, she can buy many pieces.

The most expensive clothes she wore were bought by Fang Jing fishing for lobsters for a few days and nights when she was a child. It cost 38 yuan, and she always remembered it.

"Don't choose, right? Then I will choose for you. Don't be ugly then."

"Wrap this up, and this coat, these pants, skirt. Buy a pair of sneakers, size 34, casual shoes too..."

Eloquently, Fang Jing pointed at seven or eight items at once. Seeing that the staff was really going to pick them up, Fang Hui was so frightened that she quickly stopped them. It would cost one or two thousand to buy so many items.

"Sister, don't take it yet, my brother has convulsions, we won't sell it."

The salesperson who sold the clothes looked at the siblings with a smile on his face. The older brother looked decent. Although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, he was very energetic. He was full of confidence and generous in his actions.

The younger sister's image is a little bit worse, the clothes are old models, the shoes are almost worn out, and the eyes keep rolling when she comes in, she is a bit weird.

"Little handsome guy, which one of you two decides? Why don't you sit down and have some water to discuss?"

Qu Mei has been in the sales business for a long time. From the first time a customer walks in the door, plus a few casual chats, she knows whether she can sell something today.

Customers who wear suits and ties, or who wear "unknown" brands all over their bodies are the most difficult to deal with.

If you want to say that he understands it, he doesn't really understand it, so he just points at half a bucket of water, pointing fingers, and talking about some clothing knowledge learned on the Internet.

On the contrary, those with ordinary clothes and ordinary appearance have the best transaction rate. They don't bother to bargain too much, and buy it if they like it.

Today, Qu Mei knew it would be successful from the moment Fang Jing opened her mouth, so she was not in a hurry. She patiently poured water and chatted with her to increase the customer's favorability. She praised Fang Hui from time to time, making both siblings happy.

Seeing her brother's resolute attitude, Fang Hui had "no choice" but was forced to choose a few pieces, the salesman got up and hurriedly followed, leaving Fang Jing sitting on the sofa alone.

It took more than an hour to choose "randomly", and Fang Jing almost fell asleep when it was dark. Fang Jing almost fell asleep.

When she came out of the shopping mall, Fang Hui didn't dare to look up at Fang Jing once. After all, she was the one who said she wanted to save money, and she was the one who bought the most.

"you……"

"Sister Qu said that women should be more ruthless to themselves. I thought that I would not be able to buy clothes a few times a year. I might run out of money next time. I might as well buy next year's clothes. Don't worry, I swear that I will definitely not buy clothes in the future." Buy it, buy it and buy it."

Before Fang Jing could speak, Fang Hui finished speaking quickly with a solemn expression, his tone unprecedented.

"No, I want to say that you are not cold? The creaking hole is broken!"

After a while, Fang Hui blushed. Thinking back to changing clothes before, I wonder if he was seen?No wonder it feels so cool in the creak nest, now I have no face to face people, and I can't come here in the future.

The fiery face made her feel ashamed, Fang Jing looked at the smirking Fang Jing and didn't want to hit him, if it wasn't for the thing she was holding now, she really wanted to punch Fang Jing, but she didn't remind herself?
A silver-faced Dongfeng c32 micro-card was parked at the entrance of the shopping mall, and the [-]-meter carriage contained rice and the things I bought before. When Fang Hui was shopping, Fang Jing took care of everything.

Although others are not watching from the outside, they are not afraid of the driver running away, because the license plate number was taken before going upstairs, and this is a new car with a landing price of nearly [-] yuan, so unless the owner has a seizure, he will only run away.

……

When I got home, I bought pork, tofu, cabbage, and chili on the street, and a delicious hot pot meal was about to be cooked.

Fishing out a piece of meat from the pot, Fang Jing held the bowl and sighed, without looking back, "Fang Hui, can't you try again after dinner?"

In the room, Fang Hui's bed was full of clothes bought today, and she tried on one after another, without stopping for half an hour, just try it, and ask Fang Jing every time if it looks good.

In the past, Fang Hui was the most greedy, she would eat everything, but now she can resist the temptation of hot pot. I have to say that clothes are really attractive to women.

Ignoring the crazy girl, Fang Jing went back to the room to type after eating, the food was also confiscated, and stayed in Fang Hui for a while to eat when he was hungry.

When I got home, I looked at my computer collection, and there were more than 20 of them.Six chapters, more than 20 collections, the results are not good.

But now the number of words is small, and there is no problem for the time being. Many readers like books with more than one million words.

But if one hundred thousand characters have not been collected by thousands, then it can basically be cool.

That night, Fang Jing continued to code until late at night, and only stopped when he heard the crowing of cocks. His hard work paid off. Although his back was sore and his hands were cramping, there were six or seven more chapters in the manuscript.

As soon as Fang Jing stood up, he felt his shoulders creaking, "No wonder everyone who wrote novels in the previous life had cervical spondylosis. I have a little experience."

Just about to turn off the computer, a message popped up in the background, "Hi dear author, your new book has reached the signing standard, please contact Xianxia editor Chang He, Penguin number ****, the specific signing contract will be linked later. "

"yeah!"

Fang Jing breathed a sigh of relief. Although he knew it was a good book, he was really afraid that the editor would not sign it.

After all, every editor has different tastes. Maybe you think the writing is good, but the editor thinks it is worthless.

Just like the biography of a mortal cultivating immortals, it is not that the signing is signed after more than 60 words. If there is no master who recommends it to the editor-in-chief, there may not be the master of Wangyu today.

　It's over, I finally rushed to the third place on the new book list, and I can collect it every day. I changed my contract status today, and I can't wait for the new book list. I can only wait for the editor to recommend it.

　　


(End of this chapter)