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Lu Xiaofeng also saw through Er Mao's mind and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, follow brother to earn money well, and you will not be worse than them in the future!"

Looking at Lu Xiaofeng's encouraging eyes, Er Mao nodded heavily.

As the bell rang for the end of class, the entrance to the school instantly became lively. The students who came out and the parents who came to pick up the students mixed, and the scene instantly became chaotic.

At this time, Lu Xiaofeng's stall was already full of students and students' parents. This time, there was no need for Lu Xiaofeng to shout, and everyone was already attracted by the backpacks on the ground.

"Little comrade, what kind of bag are you?" The parents of the students on the side asked.

"It's called a backpack, and it's only available abroad!"

Lu Xiaofeng explained to everyone with a smile.

"It looks good, how much do you sell for one?" A middle-aged man next to him asked.

"Let's export to domestic sales, twelve yuan a piece."

"Shhh!" Everyone gasped, a backpack sold for twelve yuan, this is to grab money!

"I see it's just like that, it's okay to deceive foreigners with exports, who will buy our own people?" It's a flower rack, and it's not useful. The middle-aged man said with disdain.

"Uncle, listen to me, I see that your child is carrying a shoulder bag. This is not good, it is when you grow tall that affects development, when one shoulder is high and one shoulder is low.

We have two straps, the two shoulders are evenly stressed, and the capacity is also large, you see that the books and stationery are distinguished, and the bag on the side can also put water cups, how convenient.

Lu Xiaofeng's explanation dazzled everyone present.

A few students on the side also liked it, and they pestered adults to buy backpacks.

There were really a few adults who were moved.

"Little comrade, can your backpack be cheaper?"

To be honest, people still can't accept that a backpack costs a dozen dollars.

"No negotiation, you see that we have a brand, and the price is already much cheaper than the export." Lu Xiaofeng pointed to the mountain shape logo on the top of the backpack and the label on the lining to show everyone.

Everyone believed that what Lu Xiaofeng said was true, because they also saw a string of English letters on the label, and in this era, there was no negotiation for what the public sold.

This is also Lu Xiaofeng's careful machine, the more you don't reduce the price, the more others feel that this thing is worth this money, because cheap is not a good product. At this point, Lu Xiaofeng grasped the psychology of consumers.

Several parents took out money to choose backpacks on the ground, and even the middle-aged man who just said something cool bought one for their children.

After this wave of customers left, most of the people who came up to ask were students, and they bought very little, not because they didn't like this backpack, but because they didn't have money in their hands. After asking for the price, several of them said that they would call their parents to pay for it tomorrow.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't care, the sales of backpacks were already much better than he thought, and it was estimated that tomorrow after the students who bought them went to school with new school bags, there should be more people who bought them here.

"Xiaofeng, why are you here?" Song Qian, who was passing by, hurriedly came over to say hello after seeing Lu Xiaofeng in the crowd.

"It's not that there is a batch of backpacks, thinking that there are many people in the school, so I came here to sell them."

"Then I'll help you sell it together!" Song Qian felt that Lu Xiaofeng was very fun to do this kind of thing, so she went directly to Lu Xiaofeng to help.

Lu Xiaofeng just wanted to open his mouth, and saw that Song Qian had picked up her schoolbag and introduced herself to the customer, and she also smiled bitterly. Song Qian is worthy of being a city person, and she is generous and unrestrained in everything she does, which is much better than Er Mao. And Er Mao on the side also held a backpack and a student stammered and explained.

"Qianqian! What are you doing? At this time, a student with black-rimmed glasses combing his middle head recognized Song Qian.

"Tang Shaojie, didn't I say it, don't call me Qianqian!" Song Qian looked at the white boy in front of her and said with a look of disgust.

"I can't help it, this is?" The glasses man pointed at Lu Xiaofeng and asked.

"This is my friend, Lu Xiaofeng. In doing business here, I help.

"Business? Isn't it just a street stall, which has long been caught as a speculator a few years ago. The

glasses man looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said with disdain in his mouth. I have known Song Qian for so many years, and for the first time I saw Song Qian and other boys so close, I felt inexplicable jealousy towards Lu Xiaofeng in my heart.

"Tang Shaojie, can you speak, people are trying to support themselves, unlike you, who also have to eat and drink with his father, who is a deputy county magistrate."

Song Qian did not give face to the glasses man at all, she and he have known each other since childhood, and they used to have a good relationship, but since his father became the deputy county magistrate, he has become unseen.

He still always followed himself, as if he was pestering him in the eyes of others, and his feelings for him gradually became annoying in the past two years.

Everyone on the side heard that the glasses man's father was the deputy county magistrate and there was also a discussion, and the glasses man was standing in place at the moment, and his face kept changing.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the more and more people talking around, and he didn't want to cause more trouble. Since the rebirth, I have encountered more and more fools, and I am too lazy to care, so as not to lower my IQ.

Seeing that the backpack was almost sold, Lu Xiaofeng was ready to pack up and leave.

"Don't go, what do I mean by leaving, it won't be that there is something unseemly in this backpack, are you afraid?"

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng and several people packing up their things and preparing to leave, the glasses man instantly had confidence and shouted at Lu Xiaofeng.

"Phew!" A gust of fist wind hit, and the glasses man instantly felt like his brain was dead, blank.

Lu Xiaofeng's fist stopped at a distance of 0.1 centimeter from the tip of his nose.

"Don't give face, don't face!" Lu Xiaofeng then put away his fist and Song Qian Ermao and the two turned to leave, and before leaving, he did not forget to give a middle finger to the man in the eyes: "It's really stupid every year, and there are especially many this year."

The glasses man slowly opened his closed eyes, and when he heard Lu Xiaofeng's words, he stood motionless in place.

"Hey! Dude, your chick ran away with someone else! A student in the crowd shouted to the man with glasses.

"Snap!" The parents behind the student clapped their hands to the shouting student. "What rogue words do children say!"

Hearing the student's shout, everyone around him also burst into laughter.

At this moment, the glasses man can't wait to find a place to get in, although he has no one in sight, but in the eyes of most students has always maintained a gentle and elegant image, today this face is lost.

Looking at the back of Lu Xiaofeng's three departures, the glasses man clenched his fists tightly.