struggle in a small town

Chapter 33
Lin Zhiyuan got up at four o'clock in the morning.

It took half an hour just to organize the grooming.

It took 5 minutes to heat up breakfast, and another 10 minutes to walk to the gate of the community, only to find that Zhang Xuejiao had already arrived.

Lin Zhiyuan walked to the side of the driver's seat: "So early?"

"Get in the car, let's go now."

Lin Zhiyuan shook the things in his hand: "I'll drive, you have breakfast."

Zhang Xuejiao was not pretentious, and moved from the car to the co-pilot.

Opening the car door, Lin Zhiyuan sat in and handed her the insulated lunch box: "I warmed up the rice balls and milk, let's just eat some."

Zhang Xuejiao opened the lunch box and took out the triangular rice balls: "It's amazing, you can even do this."

"I bought it online, just heat it up in the microwave."

"did you eat?"

"you eat first."

Zhang Xuejiao handed over the rice ball in her hand: "Let's go together, hurry up and leave after eating."

Lin Zhiyuan wanted to give in again, but when he saw Zhang Xuejiao staring, he immediately took it in his hand.

Maybe with the temperature from her hand, Lin Zhiyuan felt that the rice ball seemed to be more delicious than usual.

One rice ball per person, one carton of milk, and breakfast is settled.

After fastening his seat belt, Lin Zhiyuan started the car.

On the way, Zhang Xuejiao fell asleep leaning against the back of the chair, breathing steadily.

Lin Zhiyuan glanced at her occasionally, but concentrated on driving most of the time.

Just kidding, in case something happens, he can regret it to death.

After getting off the high speed, he woke up Zhang Xuejiao.

Zhang Xuejiao yawned big and looked at the dark sky: "What time is it?"

"Five forty."

"Huh?" Zhang Xuejiao was quite surprised: "You drive so fast?"

"Quick?"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't feel anything.

"Much faster than me."

Zhang Xuejiao rubbed her face, feeling that not only her mind was bewildered, but her body was also quite stiff.

Sleeping in the car is so uncomfortable.

As the Spring Festival approaches, there are fewer cars in the urban area of ​​Xi'an than usual, but the places that should be congested are still very congested.

Zhang Xuejiao looked at the long queue in front of her, and even though she knew it was useless to be anxious, she was still a little impatient: "What's so good about big cities, traffic jams and traffic jams every day."

"Just pass the intersection."

It's easy to say, but the 10-meter journey took twenty to ten minutes to pass.

It was almost seven o'clock when we arrived at the wholesale market.

After driving around for a long time, I found a parking space in the parking lot.

Zhang Xuejiao hurriedly jumped out of the car, took some woven bags from the back, closed the car door and ran into the market: "Follow me."

Lin Zhiyuan caught up with him a few steps: "I'll take it."

"I'll take one and give you the rest."

The two trotted all the way into the wholesale market.

Although Lin Zhiyuan went to university in Xi'an, he had never been to this kind of place before.

When I came here for the first time, I was taken aback by the crowd inside.

Men and women, old and young, all carry woven bags in their hands, just like picking up rags on the side of the road. They will stop and stand in front of the store at any time, pick up the clothes they like, and bargain with the owner.

Zhang Xuejiao ran to the elevator and saw that the three elevators were all stopped on the fifth floor, so she immediately changed her mind: "Take the stairs."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't have any objections, anyway, he was a layman and came to play support, so he just had to be obedient.

But in the process of going upstairs, he still asked curiously: "I see that there are many shops on the first floor, don't you want to look around?"

"I sell mid-to-high-end clothes, on the fourth and fifth floors."

Lin Zhiyuan thought of the shops he saw yesterday, and was a little puzzled: "Yuanyuan Shopping Center has always followed the civilian route."

"Hey, you misunderstood."

Zhang Xuejiao kept on stepping, and explained: "The mid-to-high end I'm talking about is different from what you understand. The one you think of is all hung in specialty stores, and the price is often thousands of dollars. Selling one piece makes at least half of it."

"how about you?"

"Compared with those brands, I also sell low-end products. Compared with other stores in the mall, it is much better."

Lin Zhiyuan understood.

It seems that Zhang Xuejiao has quite a business sense and knows how to operate in a different position with other competitors.

Soon the two ran to the fourth floor.

Lin Zhiyuan was panting, feeling that his legs were a little heavy.

But Zhang Xuejiao rushed to the shop not far away as if nothing happened.

Compared with the first floor, the number of shops on the fourth floor is smaller, the area is larger, and the decoration is more delicate.

Lin Zhiyuan slowed down before following.

It can't be seen from a distance, but when I walked to the door of the store, I found that there were many people inside.

There are goods selection, billing, invoicing, and packaging.

Zhang Xuejiao squeezed in the crowd, and whenever she liked something, she reached out and pulled it off, checked the material and stitches, and immediately stuffed it into a woven bag if there was no problem.

Lin Zhiyuan consciously stood outside.

He knew that going in would not help, but would add to the chaos.

Soon Zhang Xuejiao walked to the checkout area with the woven bag: "Boss, there are two pieces for each number of these models."

The boss was busy pressing the calculator, when he heard the voice raised his head, he handed her the manifest: "They are all acquaintances, write it yourself, and let Xiao Liu pretend it for you."

"okay."

Zhang Xuejiao dragged the woven bag to a place where there were few people, took out a pen from the bag, and copied the clothes number inside the woven bag.

Lin Zhiyuan looked at her through the glass door, so it turned out that what she said about buying goods was in such a form.

Not as expected.

Taking out his mobile phone, he pinched a picture of the store name.

Maybe you can also buy it online, wouldn't it be easier?

After Zhang Xuejiao finished writing, she tore it off, returned the manifest to the boss, and went to Xiao Liu again.

There was a small door at the back of the shop, and Xiao Liu stood at the door, as if he was in charge of the gate and never opened it.

Zhang Xuejiao walked over: "Pretend me first, I'm in a hurry."

"Who is not in a hurry?" Xiao Liu took a look at the order, then turned around and handed it to the distribution staff inside: "Patch these first."

Zhang Xuejiao happily said, "Thank you."

"Are not you resting?"

"Didn't you rest too?"

While counting the clothes in the woven bag, Xiao Liu replied with a smile: "It's a coincidence, today is the last day, and tomorrow will be closed."

"Looks like I'm lucky."

In less than 10 minutes, all the goods were delivered, and Xiao Liu wrote the amount under the order: "Happy Chinese New Year, see you next year."

"Well, happy new year, see you next year."

Zhang Xuejiao settled the bill first, dragged her clothes to the door, and greeted Lin Zhiyuan: "Brother Lin, please watch over me, I'll go to another one."

For more than an hour, Zhang Xuejiao ran to several stores, and the woven bags she brought were full.

Lin Zhiyuan stood in the corridor, guarding the woven bag, looking at the photos of the shop on his phone.

Zhang Xuejiao came over dragging the last bag: "Thanks for your hard work, you can go back."

Lin Zhiyuan installed his mobile phone, looked at the beads of sweat on her forehead, raised his hand and wiped it off with his cuff: "It's so hot."

Zhang Xuejiao quickly stepped back: "I brought paper."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and kicked the woven bag: "There are so many, how do you take them down?"

"Uh"

Zhang Xuejiao realized that she had miscalculated.

It is usually done by logistics, and there is no need for her to take it down.

Looking at her expression, Lin Zhiyuan knew that she hadn't prepared in advance: "I'll borrow a stroller."

"This thing is useful to everyone, who will lend it to you."

"I have my own way."

Lin Zhiyuan looked around, chose a shop with a small family, avoided Zhang Xuejiao's sight, and took out his wallet from his pocket: "Boss, rent your cart for 50 yuan, and return the goods after delivery to the cart. Don't worry, you can send someone to follow."

(End of this chapter)