After the exile, the Goddess of War became a group favorite

Chapter 220 Opening

Today, Zhang Fugui is in a bad mood.

Early in the morning, before dawn, a man in strange clothes rang his door, saying that he was asked to bring his goods to a store in the East Second District of the "International Trade City".

As a well-known wealthy businessman in the north and south, he really wanted to slap him in the face and let him know what it meant to be rich.

But he didn't do that, because he knew what it means to be troublesome to the king of Hades and difficult to deal with little ghosts.

So he could only nod his head and say, "Okay."

But he wondered, what is "International Trade City"?Not to mention combining them together, even if they were taken apart one by one, he still wouldn't understand, and what about the No. [-] shop in East Second District.

What the hell are these?He couldn't understand it at all, really couldn't understand it.

So he asked, "How do I get there?"

The man smiled and said, "Sir, please take this sign, and the waiter will take it there when you get there."

Zhang Fugui held the sign and looked at it blankly. When he looked up, the person had disappeared, and he probably went to notify other businessmen.

He returned to his room with the number plate and began to wash. The restaurant here is the same as in Daxia, including all the decorations and receptions. The waiter fetched water for the guests to wash.

He heard that the resettlement house had running water. Although he didn't know what running water was, he heard that he could take a shower just by twisting it. He was a little curious and wanted to go in and have a look.

But it is a pity that people other than residents are not allowed to enter there. At least one businessman promised to pay a hundred taels just to go in and take a look.

But I don't know why, even though I went in at night, I was still caught.

So much so that he and the residents of that family were expelled from Licheng that day and were never allowed to enter.

According to Ruo Ruo, the resettlement house is a super luxury house that he will never live in. It is beautiful, warm, and there are many things they have never seen before. Even the floor tiles are something they have never seen before. They are so bright. According to the figure.

There are no chairs inside, only sofas. The sofas are made of different colors, thick and cotton, and when people sit on them, they are soft and comfortable.

The window made of colored glaze is also so transparent that one can see the outside, and the moonlight can still come in. In the end, it is blocked by the curtain of a texture that has never been seen before, but it is still possible to see the outside, but it is not transparent.

Those curtains also have colors and patterns. According to him, those colors and patterns are not available outside. If you sell them, you can definitely get rich. Not only curtains, but everything in the house can be sold high price.

So he regretted it. If he knew it earlier, he would not have gone to see it, which caused him to lose such a big business opportunity.

After all, the entire resettlement house has these.One can imagine how much City Lord Lu made.

Especially the thin black box on the wall. Although it looks like a useless thing now, he feels that it is impossible for the Lord Lu to place such a useless thing in such a conspicuous position.

His intuition told him that it was definitely a killer weapon!
Recalling what his friend said, Zhang Fugui felt even more itchy.

He speeded up his washing, spat out that the restaurant was not as good as the resettlement house, and then took the number plate and took the special car to the "International Trade City" in Naluoshizi.

He is not the only businessman in the car, there are twelve people!
They were all talking about the "International Trade City" in low voices. In fact, he had seen that trade city before, and it had eight floors!
He felt that the owner of Lu City was probably sick. How could there be so many things in such a big building?Even if there are merchants like them, what?Are you joining?There are not so many things to sell!
Oh, I have to say, a woman is a woman, and a fool knows how to waste it!
While complaining, Zhang Fugui got off the car with everyone, and then walked towards the "International Trade City".

"Hello, are you a franchisee?" A waitress came over, wearing a waist-length modified Hanfu, which seemed very strange to them.

But the texture looks special and high-end, which makes people like it very much.

Especially the exposed section of thigh looks white and tender, making people salivate.Coupled with the delicate makeup on the face, it's simple!

Wait, why are the boots on your feet so long?Those legs look more beautiful, could there be some mechanism?Wait, can this one be sold?Hiss, money! ! !
You businessmen feel that the shining silver is walking in front of you, it is so tempting!

However, as soon as they entered the gate, their eyes widened, "This, this is..."

The silver-gray floor tiles are so clean that they can reflect the silhouette of people. Unknown luminous objects illuminate the whole building as bright as day. Those bright glazed counters are full of luminous objects, as well as sofas and chairs for rest. There are also placed in the corners. There are a lot of green and potted plants. The first impression of these things is: buy!

Even they feel this way, let alone ordinary people.

"Hello, dear franchisee, your store is located at [-], East Fourth District, third floor, please follow me."

"Hello, dear franchisee, your store is located at [-], West Fifth District, on the second floor, please follow me."

"Hello, dear franchisee, your position is..."

Soon, it was Zhang Fugui's turn. After handing the number plate to the waitress, he followed her to find his shop.

Along the way, I stopped here to look and touch there, like Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden.

He looked at many shops, selling everything, and even many things he had never seen before.

these shops.They are filled with things one after another, and he hasn't started yet. Obviously, he is not the first to arrive here.

"Then what, miss? Do you have so many things for sale here?"

"Mr. Zhang can just call me a waiter. Only half of the shops on each floor are rented out here, and only one-third of the eighth floor is rented out. Sir, do you mean to ask this question?"

"Ah?" Zhang Fugui was taken aback for a moment, and after realizing it, he quickly said, "No, no, no, I, I just ask, yes, just ask." As he spoke, a polite smile appeared on his face.

The waitress didn't say anything, but just smiled and said, "This way please, sir. There is still a quarter of an hour before the opening time. I hope you can speed up the arrangement so as not to lose customers."

"Okay, you don't have to worry about me, go get busy." He waved his hand to tell her not to sneer after she left: "Oh, why lose customers, I don't believe that no one buys from me."

So, he began to sit and rest, planning to rest for a while before tidying up, um, let the boy tidy up, he didn't worry.

At the same time, the merchants who had negotiated before transported their products into the mall through the back door, and then placed them on the counter.

(End of this chapter)