After the funeral live broadcast, my paper shop exploded

Chapter 20 The Little Boy Who Buys a Motorcycle

"Are you going to do a live broadcast?" Huo Shiyuan was curious, would someone as capable as her bow down for vulgar things?

In his impression, those anchors shouting mics, selling goods and playing pk are all incompatible with her.

"Yes, I'm short of money." Gu Ling poured water for the two of them, watching Xu Xinyi skillfully adjusted her face, and after a while, her head appeared at least a circle smaller in the video.

When Gu Ling and Huo Shiyuan were both dumbfounded, a new visitor suddenly came outside.

After he came in, he immediately attracted the attention of the three of them.

"Huh? It's a child." Xu Xinyi was a little taken aback.

Gu Ling approached the other party, knelt down and asked him what he needed.

That attitude is not much different from treating adults.

"I want to buy a motorcycle." The little boy is a hat-head, just like wearing a hat on his head, and then cutting his hairstyle according to the shape of the hat.

Gu Ling explained: "This is not a toy shop."

"I know, I came to buy it for my dad. Dad wants a motorcycle, but my mother, sister, and grandma need to eat, so my dad doesn't have a motorcycle. They said they can buy a motorcycle for my dad here."

The child's tone was innocent and ignorant. In fact, he was only about six or seven years old, and his clothes were yellowish and old.

It can be seen from the cuffs and neckline that it has been scrubbed clean.

Xu Xinyi also wanted to say to the children: "Let your adults come..."

But Gu Ling had already stood up and said. "have."

"Ah? They didn't lie to me. I want to buy a big rumbling motorcycle, is that okay?" The little boy took out a stationery bag full of coins, and then took out a plastic bag with a lot of money in it. But they are basically one or five yuan, and occasionally you can see the existence of fifty cents.

Seeing that Gu Ling was so determined, Xu Xinyi also guessed the reason why Gu Ling would do this business, she couldn't help getting up, and took the initiative to help count the money: "270 five."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the sign on the wall: "There are no signs of motorcycles among the vehicles."

"Because everyone is starting with a car recently, other vehicles are also charged according to ordinary cars, which cost 280, and motorcycles, so let's wipe it out for a fraction of eight." It's not that she deliberately sells paper products at a high price, she has her reasons .

"Then, I'll pay five yuan." Xu Xinyi took out five yuan and gave it to Gu Ling.

Gu Ling went to the column of vehicles in stock. There were many models in the cabinet next to the wall. She stretched out her hand and asked the child to come and choose.

The little boy was dazzled, and finally chose a car with a long back seat. Gu Ling took the small model and went to the coffin shop opposite, knocked a few times, and a bird's nest head came out of it.

A 28-year-old male youth scratched his face: "Do you want to make this today?"

"Well, do it now, the guests are waiting."

"Understood, wait for two hours." Then he stretched out his hand.

Gu Ling took out one hundred and gave it to him, Xiao Li took the model and went back.

"This is?"

"Oh, most of the paper products here are made by their father and son." After Gu Ling finished speaking, she put more than 40 in her carry-on bag, and threw the rest into the merit box.

The little boy had to wait another two hours. He said that he was from a nearby scrap yard and had to go back to help his mother with housework. He asked what time it would be in two hours and ran away.

"He..." Xu Xinyi hesitated to speak.

Gu Ling nodded, changed the subject, and asked Xu Xinyi what she thought of the live broadcast. She just found out that Xu Xinyi was very skilled in opening the backstage.

"Oh, I have studied design for a while, and I am familiar with these softwares. If you don't want to show your face, you can buy this virtual device. As long as you put the equipment on the joints of your body, you can design a cartoon image to replace your real person."

Gu Ling listened carefully, and at some point, two pieces of paper floated over her shoulders, smaller than a palm, and they didn't even attract Xu Xinyi's attention.

A hand stretched out from the stab, quickly and without warning, and pointed at the two paper figures.

(End of this chapter)