long marriage

Chapter 950 The Quotient of Love (8)
It was cloudy behind where Qin Shang was sitting, and there wasn't much light in the meeting room. The people in front were talking, but he was very focused, working at a high speed and efficiently. The assistant went to finish the things that Qin Shang had explained, and he As someone's assistant, you naturally have to pay attention to the boss's situation all the time. Mr. Qin seems to be really happy today, is it because of the postcard from his wife?He glanced at the paper in Qin Shang's hand and looked away.

There is a set of teeth on it, the extremely arrogant kind of teeth.

The meeting ended because it was time for lunch, and the person in charge here had already booked a hotel, but Qin Shang smiled and shook his head. He probably won't have time to go out tomorrow, nor in the next few days. After all, he only has time today. He still has some personal things to do.

The other party invited several times, but Qin Shang did not waver, and the other party could not force it.

"Where is Mr. Qin going?" The assistant's head was full of question marks. There was no schedule at noon. Where is this going?
"You take me to the nearby pedestrian street, it's the kind of place that sells souvenirs." Qin Shang said.

The assistant really wants to die on the ground, a place like the boss doesn't suit you at all, doesn't it go well with you at all?

Totally unworthy.

where are you going and what are you doingThere really isn't much to buy.

Sweeping Qin Shang's body up and down, a person wearing such clothes, going to such a place?What are you going to turn?

The driver took them to the pedestrian street, the busiest one, there were not no men shopping, and it was rare to go shopping with crutches. The assistant really wanted to remind Qin Shang that we can actually change wheelchairs, but he didn't dare speak out.

Qin Shang was more interested in everything around him, he looked left and right.

"That's a wind chime made of conch." Qin Shang walked over, only the string of wind chimes remained in his eyes, and there were slight ripples in the thin eye mist, deep blue, mysterious blue, the wind chimes were covered by the wind A blow turned slightly, making a crisp sound, Qin Shang's hand touched it, and the wind chime was flying on his fingertips.

"How much is this, boss."

"180." The boss said angrily.

The assistant can't wait to spit out a mouthful of blood, how much is it?You sell this broken thing for 180?Do you think we are fools?
Qin Shang took it off, and the assistant and the boss haggled over the price.

"50."

The boss reluctance, with a reluctant look on his face, said how rare this wind chime is, look at the conch shells of similar size, listen to the sound.

"Dad, I want to buy this." Chen Mingjian grabbed her father's hand and ran here. She likes the string of wind chimes, can you buy them for her?When she goes back, she will pay her father back in installments by beating his back.

"how much is it?"

The boss's face is full of joy, today's business is really good, and another fat sheep came.

"180."

"18." Chen Tao said.

The boss was dumbfounded. Qin Shang's assistant stiffened and broke into scum. He thought that this is not Fengqing Street. You always want to make some money for others. How can this be a bargain?This is totally murder, okay?
boss:……

"You go to someone else's house to buy."

"17, it's not a real conch either." Chen Tao pouted, did he really think he was stupid?It's almost enough, just cheat the milk doll.

Qin Shang smiled. He was no stranger to Chen Taotao, so he hung up the wind chime again. The sound was very nice when the wind blew, but it was too cold in winter. Standing here for so long, my hands felt a little cold up.

(End of this chapter)