After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 1122 Selling Things

Feng Yin's random thoughts and persistence in eating are particularly cute in the eyes of netizens.

"Am I cute? What kind of filter do you have on me?"

Feng Yin accidentally watched the live broadcast room, and she almost fell down after being praised by netizens for being cute.

"I really can't believe that the word cute can be associated with me in my lifetime."

"You have vicious intentions! You are trying to destroy my Taoist heart."

Feng Yin, who was joking, finally arrived at the floor she wanted to go to. She looked at the time. It was almost nine o'clock, only one minute away.

I rushed out of the security door with a bang, swiped my card at the last second, and succeeded.

"Phew—I'm so exhausted!"

"Are you a new employee?"

An older aunt looked at Feng Yin and asked.

"Yes, it's me! Are you Aunt Lin?"

The woman whom Feng Yin called Aunt Lin nodded and asked Feng Yin to follow. The two of them drifted away in the eyes of a group of people.

When Feng Yin's figure disappeared, heated discussions broke out in the crowd.

"Is that Feng Yin? She came to our place to live broadcast?"

"Didn't receive the notice? What kind of work is she going to do?"

"I don't know! Why did you follow Aunt Lin from the health department?"

Everyone couldn't understand the purpose of Feng Yin's arrival, so after a few words of discussion it was time to continue working.

Feng Yin on the other side has already changed into work clothes, blue and pink clothes, high bun, and a pure white towel.

Aunt Lin, Feng Yin's temporary leader, was lying on a chair specially designed for washing hair.

"Let's get started. Let me try my strength. There are many people working overtime here. From time to time, people will come to massage and relax. You are responsible for pressing the head."

"Ok!"

Feng Yin sat on the small bench professionally, spread a white towel on his knees, and began to massage Aunt Lin.

The professional technique and appropriate force made Aunt Lin want to fall asleep.

"I'm washing your hair. I guarantee your satisfaction." Aunt Lin waved her hand and stood up and said, "No, it's fine now. I still have a lot of things to do, so just stay here."

Feng Yin didn't hold back, and politely sent Aunt Lin away. She sat on the sofa in a state of disarray, opened her backpack, and took out the contents.

"Let me show you something good. This is the hair growth shampoo that Lin Yu and I produced together."

"I didn't say I was here for clerical work."

"I come to work mainly to provide warmth. It's so stressful to work here. The company has even built a health and fitness department."

When Feng Yin was chatting with netizens, the netizens also understood Feng Yin's routine.

Is she here to sell shampoo?

right?right?right?

Absolutely.

Feng Yin can definitely do such a thing.

Two hours passed quickly, and Feng Yin welcomed its first customer.

A rather old man with thinning hair came over exhausted and wanted to get a massage before going home.

The man was halfway through his yawn, but when he saw the wind moaning, his mouth closed.

He even hugged his chest, his eyes wandering not knowing where to look.

"Where's Lao Wang?"

Usually Lao Wang is here, but suddenly a beautiful woman is here. The man is very embarrassed, turns around and wants to leave.

"Lao Wang has a day off today, I'll take over! Don't leave in a hurry!"

Feng Yin was stunned and pulled the man back, suppressing him with force.

"Don't move."

"You-what are you going to do?"

The man looked like he was being bullied, which made Feng Yin want to laugh.

"I want your hair to grow!"