Reborn King of Marketing

"Brother Xiaobing, how is that possible? Those are raw eggs!"

The Volga car was driving on Lenin Avenue. In the car were Zhang Xuebing and his party, as well as Bolisva who was seeing them off.

Shitou looked at his elder brother curiously, hoping to get a satisfactory answer.

The other people in the car did the same and looked at him curiously.

Zhang Xuebing patted Shitou on the shoulder and sounded like he was giving science knowledge to a child.

"Salt, because I used salt!"

"What kind of salt can you use to make eggs stand on the table?" Shitou exclaimed.

Zhang Xuebing raised his head and rested it on the backrest, and said leisurely.

"The reason why it is difficult for the egg to stand upright on the table is because the tabletop and the egg skin are smooth and the egg is unstable, so I put a little salt on the tabletop to increase the friction, and it will naturally stand upright!"

"Of course, if there is no salt, you can use fine sand, white sugar, or anything that can increase friction!" Zhang Xuebing added.

"That's it?"

"hold head high!"

Boliswa was still holding Zhang Xuebing's arm and leaning against him intimately. When she heard this answer, she was angry and funny. She pinched the tender flesh on the inside of his arm. She really didn't feel sorry for Ivan, but she was actually beaten by him.

Losing salt caused me to vomit blood.

Zhang Xuebing didn't have the nerve to teach this bad girl a lesson in front of the old scholar in the car, so he just gave her a meaningful smile.

Boliswa's heart trembled, and her mind was at a loss. Originally, she had used her own methods to eat this young guy to death.

From the moment he enters the ballroom, you have him under your control and let him perform according to the script you set.

But since he started dueling with Ivan, he gradually got out of his control, to the point where he couldn't even see through his true identity.

Today's original plan was to let the two of them win a game first, and then set the questions themselves, so that Ivan finally won the game, in order to test Zhang Xuebing's reaction.

Of course, no matter what, my mother will take care of the mess in the end, and I will not suffer any loss.

The result was completely unexpected. Zhang Xuebing actually won both games. He not only humiliated the young officers, but also won a large sum of money. He also spread the news about the goods, which aroused the attention of many people.

Covet.

Especially Levitsky, that old fox, is probably asking around where Zhang Xuebing lives.

Could it be that this guy is really not as honest and vulgar as he appears on the outside, but is instead a little fox with a deep secret?

I hope this is just an illusion, otherwise something big will happen!

The car stopped downstairs, and when the group of people got out of the car, Shi Shi ran to the trunk first and took out a large bag of things.

This is the bet won today, among which a few are American knives, the rest are various jewelry, and of course a set of military uniforms and a few IOUs.

In the cold wind, Boliswa looked at Zhang Xuebing affectionately and said a little shyly.

"Senior brother, don't you want to give it away to others?"

Her graceful figure looked even more pitiful in the cold night, making people want to risk everything to protect and love her.

However, Zhang Xuebing chuckled and said, "I would like to send it away, but after I send it to you, you have to send it to me again. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight, so it's better for each of us to get some rest early!"

Although Zhang Xuebing also wants to know the opponent's trump card as soon as possible, in this extraordinary period, safety first and caution are the top priority.

"Well, my mother and I will come to visit again tomorrow, and we can meet again then!"

Boliswa pouted her lovely lips, waved goodbye with great reluctance, turned around, got in the car and drove away.

The living room was as warm as spring, and Jiaomu Jiao left hot tea and a warm fire for everyone.

The old scholar was wearing embroidered silk pajamas, holding a pipe carved from sea pumice, and sitting on a leather sofa. This image was very different from the old principal, and he looked like a rich man who had returned from the country.

Zhang Xuebing sipped the hot tea and glanced at the new pipe in his hand, "It's well made and tasteful. It's hundreds of times better than your old broken pipe pot!"

Jiaomu Jiao went to rest, while Shitou took stock of the loot in another room.

There were only two of them in the living room, so Lao Xiu heard the teasing and said with an awkward smile, "This is a gift from Natasha. I didn't want it at first. No matter how good it is, it's not as good as the old thing I have used for decades!"

Zhang Xuebing nodded slightly, and heard the metaphor in the old scholar's words, which meant that he would not forget his roots, and that was fine. At least his original intention had not changed.

"Natasha promised to come over tomorrow to discuss the exchange of supplies with you. I feel like she won't play tricks. She should get these things done as soon as possible. School is about to start, and I don't worry about the school!"

The old scholar puffed out smoke and said lazily.

Zhang Xuebing suddenly said, "What about your mission?"

The old scholar's smile froze on his face...

Not far from the small building where Zhang Xuebing and the others stayed, an Eastern European-style villa stood near the beach.

Natasha was sitting on the leather sofa in the living room, holding a coffee cup and a short cane on her knees, looking lovingly at her daughter in front of her.

"He has not received special training. His hands are rough but there are no calluses for holding a gun. Although his body is strong, the muscles are developed from long-term labor. There is no smell of alcohol in his mouth and there are no cigarette stains on his teeth. It comes from the natural reaction of his body when he comes into contact with the opposite sex.

It looks like 80% of it is a baby!"

Boliswa said Zhang Xuebing's message with a blank expression, as if she was endorsing it.

She stood naked in front of her mother, with her chest proudly held out, and the light shining on her face made her look as holy as an angel.

If any other man saw this scene, his blood would burst and he would not be able to control himself.

"From this point of view, more than 90% of him is not one of our peers, he is just an ordinary farmer!"

After hearing her daughter's summary, Natasha nodded with satisfaction, stood up slowly, walked up to her with great grace, and spoke softly.

"My little Boliswa, you are very good. You have discovered so much information with just one kiss. I am proud of you. You have become a disciple!"

Boliswa stood at attention and saluted expressionlessly, then immediately returned to her statue-like posture.

Natasha asked in a softer tone, "Honey, can you tell me what it felt like to kiss him?"

Bolisva paused for a few seconds and immediately answered in an emotionless voice.

"Tonight is the first time I have such close contact and kiss with the opposite sex. I, my heart is wet!"

Natasha nodded slowly and suddenly hit her daughter's flat belly with her cane, "Remember this feeling, it is your shame and will cost you your life!"

Boliswa groaned, fell to the ground and rolled twice before stopping.

She covered her abdomen with both hands and curled up like a cooked shrimp, with muscles all over her body spasming and her legs twitching unnaturally.

The severe pain made her grit her silver teeth so hard that she did not dare to cry out in pain. Beads of sweat ran across her delicate cheeks and wetted the Persian carpet beneath her.

Natasha didn't even look at her daughter. The black leather boots flashed past her snow-white skin, "I hope you can recover before tomorrow morning and come with me to meet them!"