Reborn King of Marketing

Zhang Xuebing was so embarrassed that he was speechless.

Qin Yun'er smoothed the hair on her forehead and asked with confusion, "That man has a beard?"

"Drink, drink. If you're kindly entertained, I'll lend you flowers to offer to the Buddha. Do it first as a token of respect!"

In order to change the subject, Zhang Xuebing actually offered a toast.

Qin Yun'er seemed to understand something, a trace of shyness flashed across her face, her panicked beautiful eyes drooped, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she spat and said softly.

"Bah, I didn't understand what the hell you were talking about. Drink, drink, drink. I won't give up until I drink you down today!"

While clinking glasses, Zhang Xuebing secretly observed Qin Yuner carefully.

Her shoulders are flat and her back is straight, she sits upright, with a hint of greenness between her brows, and the hairs on her elegant and slender neck are clear and straight.

From the looks of it, is she still a baby?

But she just said clearly that she was married!

Immediately, Zhang Xuebing suddenly realized that maybe it was just registration and no ceremony had been held yet. Many girls in this era are conservative and are only willing to give everything fully on the wedding night.

This beautiful driver, who looks fierce and romantic, may fall into this category.

Zhang Xuebing did not dare to continue guessing, and concentrated on dealing with the liquor in the glass, trying his best to stay awake and save himself from embarrassment.

After a while, the two of them chatted and drank more than a kilogram of white wine.

Zhang Xuebing was also a little drunk and was about to end it when Qin Yun'er opened the third bottle and filled their glasses.

"My uncle has told me to take good care of you. You can rest assured and there will be no problems along the way. When you get to the border and change cars, I will be responsible for arranging it for you, including the transfer of goods. In short, you can put your heart in it

It’ll be fine in your belly!”

Speaking of which, Zhang Xuebing naturally found it difficult to refuse.

He said a few words of thanks and drank the wine in one gulp.

After drinking this glass of wine, I felt my head buzzing and my stomach was churning. I cursed in my heart that it was bad and I drank too much!

It stands to reason that he should give a toast in return. He has solved all the worries, why don't we express our gratitude?

But Zhang Xuebing was dizzy and felt that everything in front of him was a double image, and he couldn't hold the bottle anymore.

Qin Yun'er was so amused by his appearance that she bent over with laughter.

"Okay, that was the last drink just now. I drank too much from you. I can't carry you!"

Qin Yun'er asked the conductor to pour strong tea to relieve the hangover. She sipped the tea and said softly.

"I just heard that you are so talkative. I have something to trouble you. I wonder if you are willing to do it?"

When you drink too much, you will lose your vigilance. Zhang Xuebing didn't ask what was going on, he just shook his dizzy head and patted his chest for sure.

"Hey, you agreed without asking anything?" Qin Yun'er raised her eyebrows, seeming a little angry. This person agreed too rashly, and I'm afraid it's not reliable.

Zhang Xuebing smiled drunkenly, "Sister Yun'er, can you still trick me? If I can't do it, you won't open your mouth, right? Why don't I just agree to be more generous!"

Qin Yun'er's heart felt numb when she was called Sister Yun'er, and her beautiful eyes smiled and said coquettishly.

"You know what you're doing, actually this isn't that difficult. Although my cousin's life has been saved, I'm afraid he'll be disabled for the rest of his life!"

As she spoke, her tone became lower, and a touch of sadness shrouded her brows.

"He has been very strong since he was a child. This disaster has completely destroyed his confidence. He is looking for death and survival all day long. I think you are the same age and you are his savior. The most important thing is that he can speak well. Can you go back?

Take a look and enlighten him by the way!"

This was a trivial matter, and even if Qin Yun'er didn't tell him, in order to maintain the relationship, Zhang Xuebing planned to visit Chen Xiaoxue after returning from the north.

Favors are the lubricant that maintains relationships, so Zhang Xuebing immediately agreed without saying a word.

The train ran wildly in the dark wilderness. After the lights were turned off, the interior of the carriage was dark. The stuffy and hot hard-seat carriage was packed like a sardine can.

The lights outside the window flickered on and off, illuminating the faces of the passengers.

In the corner of the link between the carriages, a man's face was illuminated by the light. If Zhang Xuebing were here, he would definitely recognize this man as Scar San.

The person opposite him had his back to the window, his entire face was immersed in darkness, and only a vague outline could be seen.

Scar Ransan said in a hoarse voice, "That guy really got on this train, but it's a pity that we can't get through in the damn soft sleeper compartment!"

The man opposite didn't seem to hear it at all and remained silent. It wasn't until Scar San asked what to do again that he said quietly.

"Follow me, follow me to the end of the world, there will always be a chance!"

Scar San nodded and said, "It's best to go outside the country. I know a few good brothers over there and I have some guys. It's a piece of cake to deal with them!"

Zhang Xuebing returned to the box drunk, and as soon as he opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Rubbing his eyes, he saw several plates of dishes placed on the small table by the window, and the three old scholars were enjoying themselves eating and drinking.

"Okay, the three of you are so cool that you can keep me drinking with you while you hide in the den and eat and drink!"

The air-conditioning air blowing from the soft sleeper compartment made him feel excited all over. His head seemed to have been knocked, and his vision went dark and he was completely drunk.

The time on the train was boring, and outside the window was the same farmland, city, and urban countryside.

The space on the train is so small that it seems like you can't even stretch your arms and legs. You can only stretch your limbs by going down to the platform and walking a few steps when you get to the main station.

Two days later, except for Shi Shi, who was traveling far away for the first time, the group was still excited. The remaining three were as listless as chickens in the plague, just hoping that the train would arrive at the station soon so they could go out and have some fun.

In the past two days, the beautiful train conductor came over several times, just to chat and ask questions, but she did not invite Zhang Xuebing and the others to drink again.

On the contrary, the conductor brought three meals every day and took very good care of me.

However, the other passengers in the car did not fare so well. They endured the heat, crowding and various atmospheres in the car, as if they were walking through hell.

Fortunately, after leaving the customs, the train changed its direction to the east, and the weather gradually cooled down. The cool breeze dissipated some of the sweltering heat, allowing the passengers to breathe a sigh of relief.

As we get closer and closer to the terminal, people become more energetic and there are more laughter and laughter in the carriage.

As the whistle blew, the train slowed down and stopped slowly.

"We've arrived!"

"Well, this is the third to last stop. We will be completely free in half a day!"

"We didn't get off the car all the way, so let's go down and walk some legs!"

Several familiar passengers were chatting casually. They all carried huge backpacks on their bodies and carried large and small bags in their hands.

This kind of people are very common on trains heading to the border. They are backpackers known as international gangsters.

Because there were so many people on the bus, it was difficult to get out. These people had almost never gotten off the bus. Seeing that they were very close to their destination, they couldn't help but go down for a breath of air.

Several familiar backpackers, carrying their own large and small bags, followed the flow of people getting off the bus and squeezed onto the platform.

They stretched out comfortably, and some of them hurriedly took out cigarettes from their pockets and started puffing on them. They were so full of it these days!

"Hey, Lao Huang, that person just seemed to have taken something from you!"

Lao Huang was a man in his early thirties. When he heard what his companion said, he quickly reached out to touch the pocket bag around his waist.

"Fuck, stop!"