Six Zero: Bring tens of billions of supplies and win in the arms of the rough man

Chapter 200 Find him to cooperate
Zhong Xixi raised her eyebrows: "Then I can rest assured."

Internal strife or something is much more interesting than her appearance.

Seeing her smug little expression, He Quhao couldn't help stretching out his hand and pinching it: "So bad?"

It was clearly a question, but the tone was extremely doting.

Zhong Xixi stuck out her tongue: "Yes, I am a bad woman."

He Quhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

……

Early the next morning, Zhong Xixi settled down and Zhong Mumu rode a bicycle to the black market.

Da Ya came one step earlier than her.

"Big girl, is there anything you need to restock today?" Zhong Xixi asked hurriedly as he had to go to Zhang Jun later.

"Ah Yan said he wants four big pieces." Da Ya replied.

Ah Yan?Zhong Xixi was taken aback, but didn't show it on his face.

Why, listening to Da Ya's tone, the two of them are very familiar now?
"Sister Xixi?" Da Ya called out suspiciously after waiting for a long time but Zhong Xixi didn't come back to her.

Zhong Xixi recovered and smiled: "Okay, I understand."

This boy Ah Yan, she felt that something was wrong with him last time, could it be that...

Looking thoughtfully at the big girl who was tallying the goods, Zhong Xixi swallowed the following words into his stomach.

The two of them didn't do their work in a dawdly way, and the warehouse was filled to the brim with four big pieces in no time.

"Big sis, I'm asking you to do something." Zhong Xixi said as he relaxed his sore shoulders.

Da Ya asked her: "Sister, tell me."

As long as Zhong Xixi speaks, she can go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of ​​flames.

Slowly walking to Daya, Zhong Xixi lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.

Half a minute later, Da Ya gave Zhong Xixi a clear look, and then went out the door.

As soon as Da Ya left, the person who handed over the goods to Ah Yan became Zhong Xixi.

But within 10 minutes, a familiar voice sounded from the warehouse door: "Is the goods ready?"

Zhong Xixi leaned against the shelf with a smile on his lips: "It's ready."

"Little sister-in-law?" Ah Yan staggered.

"Disappointed to see me?" Zhong Xixi asked intentionally.

Ah Yan shook his head like a rattle: "Absolutely not! It is my honor to meet my little sister-in-law!"

He naturally has to hold the person on the top of his heart.

Zhong Xixi was not blind, he saw the disappointment that flashed across his eyes when he found out it was her early in the morning.

Are these two making any progress?
Da Ya has never been enlightened, if Ah Yan is really interested in her, it may be a long way to go!
"All the goods you want are ready." Zhong Xixi moved away and let him inspect the goods.

"Sister-in-law's goods are the best! How can I not trust you?" Ah Yan spoke the truth.

Now, as long as he can get something from his sister-in-law, he will never consider others.

Zhong Xixi bent his eyes: "That's fine, just pretend, I have to leave first."

Feeling that the time was almost up, Zhong Xixi planned to find Zhang Jun.

"Da Ya will be back in a while." Before leaving, Zhong Xixi raised his mouth "by the way".

Ah Yan scratched his head: "Okay!"

Little sister-in-law won't see anything, will she?
Why does he feel hairy all over?

Seeing Zhong Xixi's leaving back, Ah Yan shuddered.

Zhong Xixi, who left the warehouse, went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative.

It was still early, and Zhang Jun was tallying goods in the store. When he saw Zhong Xixi coming, he immediately smiled and invited her to the office.

"Sister, but the pastry business has improved?" Zhang Jun is a smart guy, and he has been in business with Zhong Xixi for so long, and when he sees someone, he finds something in his heart.

Zhong Xixi sat on the sofa, took a sip of tea, and said unhurriedly: "To tell you the truth, I came today to discuss cooperation with Brother Zhang."

Cooperation? !Zhang Jun's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed again: "Sister, it's not brother who poured cold water on you."

He glanced at the window while talking: "In this section, although the business of that family is not as good as it was at the beginning, it is not bad."

Zhong Xixi knew which company he was talking about.

I saw her twitching the corners of her mouth: "Brother Zhang, your tea tastes astringent, and I happen to have a tea that can relieve the greasy taste of pastries. This time, you might as well sell it as a set meal."

Why is this girl so calm?

Zhang Jun looked at her as if she had the chance to win, and couldn't help muttering in his heart.

What he didn't know was that just across the street, that pastry shop was already very noisy.

"Look at your poor appearance, can you afford our pastries? I think you are slander!" The dim sum seller had a sarcastic expression on his face.

The one he pointed at and scolded was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, looking at a pair of big eyes that were very clear.

"What I said is true!" The boy took out the leftover pastry from his arms and stretched it out in front of the clerk: "Your food smells like feet!"

"You fart!" The man snatched the pastry from his hand: "Tell me, who sent you here to talk nonsense? I can't spare him!"

"The kid is right!"

Suddenly, a man in his 30s squeezed out from the crowd, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, he looked like a man of culture.

"There is something wrong with this pastry when I go back to eat it." The man frowned: "I was wondering what it smelled like, but when this kid mentioned it, I remembered it. It turned out to be the smell of feet!"

Snapped--

As he spoke, he threw the pastry on the table, and asked the waiter to give him an explanation.

The guy no longer had the arrogance he had when dealing with the little boy, and he was all smiles: "Comrade, all our pastries are purchased from regular channels, and there is no problem at all!"

"If there is any problem, you can try it yourself!" The man didn't talk to him too much, just took out a piece and handed it to the waiter.

The big guys watching the fun started booing.

"No problem, why don't you eat it!"

"that is!"

"Eat it if you can!"

"He didn't dare to eat it! Did you see that! He just has a guilty conscience!"

The people around began to accuse the salesperson.

Seeing that riding a tiger was hard to get off, the salesperson closed his eyes, and opened the wrapping paper with a flick of his heart.

"I go!"

"I can smell this smell from outside the door!"

Perhaps the pastry was wrapped in oiled paper and was airtight. As soon as it was opened, the smell of feet hit the face.

The smell is too big to cover up at all.

The salesperson's face was like that of a pig's liver.

"He also said that there is no foot odor!" The man slapped the counter and stared angrily.

The salesman lost all arrogance and could only nod and bow: "Comrade, please wait a moment, I will report to the leader immediately, there must be a misunderstanding!"

Unfortunately, no one listened to him anymore.

The food problem is no small matter, and nine out of ten people watching the excitement have bought this pastry.

Who can be calm when they can really smell the smell of feet?
"Call your manager out immediately!"

"Go quickly!"

"Sold this kind of thing to us!"

"Things with a bad conscience!"

In an instant, the people who condemned the pastry shop blocked the door of the shop with water.

(End of this chapter)