Interstellar wasteland: I have a pristine planet

Chapter 87

Bai Mang never imagined that making videos was more tiring than working.

For such a short 2-minute video, he shot it more than a dozen times. By the time the video was shot and uploaded to the website, it was already midnight.

Bai Mang felt a little exhausted.

This is not the same thing as a live broadcast. A live broadcast is just sitting there and giving an explanation, as long as the lighting angle is about the same.

Making a video is a lot more complicated.

After the filming, it didn’t work and had to be re-shot.

After shooting a satisfying video, Bai Mang was exhausted and didn't want to go anywhere, and fell asleep on the bed until dawn.

In the morning, Baimang got up yawning, and first prepared the goods for Guo Tianlun.

At ten past six, Guo Tianlun drove his newly bought second-hand light truck to Yezhugou.

Guo Tianlun only came to Yezhugou to pick up the goods a few times recently. In the past, Baimang sent them to the town and handed them over to him on a certain road.

But as he wanted more and more goods, it was already inconvenient to send them out, so Baimang asked Guo Tianlun to go to Yezhugou to pick up the goods.

The fruits that Baimang supplies to Guo Tianlun are not static, they also follow the seasons of the earth.

Regardless of the fruits in the south and the north, whatever fruits are in the fruit market at that time, there will be any fruits in Baimang.

Of course, if you want out-of-season fruits, white awns are also available.

Where is Lan Mangxing? He hasn't distinguished the seasons for the time being. He feels that the temperature there is the same. It seems that all kinds of fruits can grow, regardless of the north and south.

"The road here is not very good, it's full of potholes."

"It will be fine soon, maybe in two months we will be able to walk on the concrete road."

"Really? You paid for it yourself?"

"How can I have such great strength, the country will repair it."

"That's about the same, I have to go back in a hurry, so I won't chat with you, let's go!"

After paying the money, Guo Tianlun drove away.

Guo Xiangui also loaded his tricycle and left, and Bai Mang also rode his electric tricycle to the market.

Guo Xiangui went to deliver fruit, and Baimang was still selling kitchen knives at the place where he set up a stall.

Although Guo Tianlun took away fifty knives today, he still has a hundred knives with him, what if he doesn't sell them?
After all, kitchen knives are not just needed. Before the market is opened, the sales volume is destined to not be too large.

This Baimang is not in a hurry, now the fruit can bring him fifty to sixty thousand yuan a day, and the income of a few thousand yuan for a kitchen knife is better than nothing.

Consider it a side job.

He has sold kitchen knives here in several markets in a row, and he has sold two or three hundred knives in total.

The market for kitchen knives in Baitang Town is estimated to be almost saturated, and whoever has nothing to do will not buy a lot of knives and keep them at home.

The market in the countryside is usually held every five days, and he has been rushing to the market for almost a month.

His kitchen knives still made a name for themselves, some customers were already waiting here, and Baimang sold a dozen of them as soon as he set up his stall.

After this wave has passed, the sales of things will be much slower.

Nearly nine o'clock, a young man came to Baimang's stall, squatted down, pointed at Baimang's kitchen knife and asked, "How much is this kitchen knife?"

"forty!"

Bai Mang was a little puzzled, but he still said the price in a regular manner.

He has been selling kitchen knives for almost a month. Most of the buyers are middle-aged women, and a few are gentlemen. This is the first time a young man asked the price of a kitchen knife.

"Forty! So expensive? You can buy two at other stalls for 40 yuan."

"You get what you pay for. If you go all out, you can buy four for 40 yuan and still have money left over."

"You stall owner is really interesting, aren't you arguing?"

"I'm just making an analogy, not bragging. I can guarantee that you can use my kitchen knife for at least ten years, or even more."

"Ten years? You brag! If it doesn't last ten years, how much will you pay?"

Bai Mang frowned.

If the young man said this with a smile on his face, he would think that the other party was joking, but when the other party said this in a serious manner, it was a bit strange.

"My kitchen knife is not only strong but also fast. I said ten years is an understatement. Under normal circumstances, it is also 20 or [-] years."

"The more you talk about your energy, let me see how fast your knife is."

The young man picked up a kitchen knife and started gesticulating with his hands.

"Dude! Be careful, play like this, I won't be responsible if you cut your hand."

As soon as Bai Mang finished speaking, the young man's hand was really bleeding.

"Look, I just reminded you, and you cut your hand. I told you to be careful and wrap your hands." Bai Mang also handed over a piece of tissue paper.

He carried a pack of paper with him to wipe the knife.

The young man wrapped his finger with tissue paper, and said this sentence.

"Knife seller! Your knife broke my hand, how much do you pay me?"

This time, Bai Mang understood that he co-authored this product to blackmail people.

"Brother! I reminded you"

"Don't talk to me, it's useless, just tell me if you want to pay or not?"

"How much do you want?"

With the idea of ​​calming things down, if the other party wants to steal cigarette money, Bai Mang is ready to give it to him and send him away quickly.

"I won't leave without three thousand."

"How much? Three thousand? How about I give you a kitchen knife, and you can use it to rob a bank. Why do you have gold teeth in your mouth, how dare you shout so loudly?"

"More than 3000? I know what material your kitchen knife is made of? Is it poisonous? If my hand is infected and hospitalized, don't know if [-] is enough?"

If so, the story would be too long.

"Hehe! According to your logic, if you die now, I'm still a murderer!"

"Hey, how do you talk?" The young man's face is not a face and a nose is not a nose.

"That's what I said. Your pure card is here to blackmail people. I'll tell you clearly. Sue wherever you like, and go to court!"

"Say one more word and I'll listen!"

"Go where you like, and whoever you like, get out! Can you hear me clearly this time?"

"Okay! You wait! Don't leave if you can."

"I promise not to leave, I'll see who you can find!"

At this point, Bai Mang basically understood that it might be those street bastards who came to find fault with him again, but they were not from Baitang Town.

Maybe it was the person who made trouble in the wild boar ditch that night.

The young man walked away cursing.

"Knife seller! You'd better go, this kid doesn't look like a good bird at first glance, maybe he will bring a group of people later."

"It's okay! I don't care how many people come."

Although he said so, Bai Mang still put away the knife.

In case of a fight later, it would be a trivial matter to lose a few of these kitchen knives. In case of chaos, some bastard would injure someone with a knife, it would be no fun.

As soon as Bai Mang packed the kitchen knife into the bag and put it in the bucket of the electric tricycle, five or six young men came aggressively.

The leader was the young man who cut his hand just now.

"Just this kid, he cut my hand with a knife, not only did he not cover the money, but he was also tyrannical!" said the young man with the broken hand, pointing to Baimang's nose with his hand holding the paper.

(End of this chapter)