Reborn King of Marketing

"Let him sleep, he's exhausted!"

Su Waner felt heartbroken when she saw Zhang Xuebing, and covered him with a thin sheet.

Then he and his sister cleared the dining table and arranged for Xiong Zhan to move into the original bungalow at home.

Zhang Xuebing slept for a full five or six hours. He was so numb that he opened his eyes and found that there was a slight light outside the window.

The little girl was sitting opposite, holding her chin with her hand, her head was dozing like a beetle, and a wisp of crystal clear silk was flowing from the corner of her mouth, as if her posture had never changed from that time to now.

It seems that she has been waiting for him to wake up from here. Zhang Xuebing felt warm and wanted to take her back to the room to rest.

But as soon as he moved, he realized that his whole body was numb and he couldn't move at all. After moving slightly for a while, his limbs regained consciousness and he could slowly stand up.

As soon as the table moved, the little girl's palm slipped down, and her forehead hit the table directly, making a muffled sound.

She suddenly woke up and saw Zhang Xuebing opposite her, holding a hand to hug her.

"Don't move, your arm is not healed!" As she said this, she took the initiative to lean over and gave Zhang Xuebing a kiss on the cheek.

Before Zhang Xuebing could react, she hid in the distance with a smile, tilted her head and looked at him, "Go back to your room and sleep, and I'll prepare delicious food for you tomorrow!"

"Who did you learn this tone from? It's like coaxing a child!" Zhang Xuebing wondered, in the past she was crisp and cheerful, when did she become so gentle and soft?

The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, "I usually say this when teasing dogs!"

She actually mistook me for a dog. Zhang Xuebing was a wounded person at this time, and he didn't have a good rest. He didn't have the strength to punish her, so he had to gently lead the little girl Routi and walk upstairs.

"Zhang Xuebing, you've been out for so long, haven't you been messing around with women?" As soon as they reached the door of Zhang Xuebing's bedroom, the little girl suddenly said this.

Zhang Xuebing almost sprained his foot, Qin Yun'er and Boliswa kept flashing through his mind.

When he was stunned for a moment, the little girl's mouth dropped, "I knew it, huh, I've offended some girl again this time, it couldn't be the golden cat from the Screw Country, right?"

Zhang Xuebing is completely convinced. Can this girl tell fortunes? Her guesses are so accurate!

If you don't answer this well, big trouble will happen.

What should we do? Zhang Xuebing suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly took out a piece of dark and shiny fur from his backpack, hung it around the little girl's neck, and said in an extremely gentle voice.

"I'm on business. I'm very busy. I don't have time to mess around with women. Hey, this is for you. See if you like it?"

No one can resist beautiful things, even equally beautiful girls.

When the little girl saw such a beautiful fur, she exclaimed and immediately hugged it tightly in her arms, as if she was afraid that others would snatch it away.

At this time, she had already forgotten the question and her strong jealousy.

He was indeed tired. When he returned to the room, Zhang Xuebing didn't think about anything and fell asleep. He urgently needed to recover now, otherwise there would be chaos later.

The large amount of things exchanged this time are all on the next train. How to arrange the sales later requires Zhang Xuebing's personal operation.

And he also plans to adjust the direction of future supply in response to the situation in the screw country.

These things consume both brain and physical energy.

Lishan County, more than ten kilometers away from Zhangjiacun, is ushering in the dawn of dawn.

On the street, pedestrians walked by one after another, and the swishing sound of sweeping the road accompanied by the occasional car bell intertwined into an early morning sonata.

Zhang Erdou carried a long furoshiki and walked into a cemetery in the suburbs.

There are more people here, noisy and lively, of course they are not here to visit the grave.

I don’t know when this cemetery became a paradise for morning exercisers. Since most of the morning exercisers were elderly people and there were many carrying cages and racks of birds, the area around the cemetery gradually developed into a market of flowers, birds, fish and insects.

A ghost market naturally appeared in the cemetery, with countless kinds of second-hand goods and antiques. There was also an endless stream of people picking up scraps here, and people even came here from provincial capitals hundreds of miles away.

Due to the high traffic and trading hours at dawn, and there is no official official management, some marginal goods often appear here, which attracts many unscrupulous people to try their luck here.

Zhang Erdou hunched over and chose a quiet place, wandering on the edge of the crowd, like a wandering ghost, when he came to the stall where his family sells second-hand goods.

He deliberately said in a hoarse voice to the dozing stall owner, "I brought the things, you can take a look!"

The stall owner didn't even open his eyes or even raise his head, "You plan to show me here, don't even look at me, wait for me to close the stall!"

Zhang Erdou left the cemetery angrily and wandered around the flower, bird, fish and insect market outside.

There are many breakfast stalls on the roadside, and various rich aromas penetrate directly into your nostrils.

Zhang Erdou couldn't help but swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva. The burning sensation in his abdomen made his stomach cramp.

He walked to a beef sesame cake stall, reached into his pocket and only found a few steel picks, and then helplessly took out his empty palm.

I had no money in my pocket and couldn't eat anything, so I had no choice but to endure my hunger and kept cursing the bastard stall owner for not closing the stall quickly.

When the sun rose on the top of the mountain, Zhang Erdou had already greeted the stall owner's ancestors for eight generations, and then he saw the stall owner pushing a bicycle walking out with the flow of people.

Zhang Erdou wanted to go over, but the man pouted at him and motioned to follow him.

The two walked one behind the other for a few kilometers and reached the edge of the county town.

Zhang Erdou was thirsty and hungry, and had reached the breaking point. At this moment, he wanted to eat the stall owner alive.

The bicycle stopped at the door of a car repair shop on the side of the road. The stall owner took out the key, opened the door of the tin house, turned around and gestured to Zhang Erdou to let him in.

"Do you have water at home? Bring me some!"

The stall owner chuckled, pointed to the door and said, "Get the water tank yourself!"

Zhang Erdou drank a lot of cold water, and then he felt that his hunger had eased a lot. He put the things on his back on the dirty coffee table.

"Let's see, he's a serious guy. I won't sell him for less than three thousand yuan!"

Originally, he had no money after escaping from prison. In the end, he went to the Screw Country with Scar San and failed to get any money. After buying the bus ticket, he was already very poor on the way back.

You can't take revenge without money, and running away after revenge also requires a lot of money.

So he took the risk and sneaked back home, took something, and planned to sell it to an antique dealer he knew well, and that's how he made this transaction.

The stall owner did not haggle over the price, but directly unwrapped the furoshiki, revealing a fish-skin sheathed dagger.

There was a clang, the blade was unsheathed, and a ray of cold light dazzled people's eyes.

The stall owner wiped his fingers across the pine flower cloud pattern on the surface of the knife, his eyes lit up, and he immediately pretended to be uninterested.

"That's it. This kind of thing is good, but there's no way to sell it. Now the control is strict. I have to stay for a long time before I can meet a buyer. One thousand and five, if I sell it, I'll keep it. If I don't sell it, please do as you please!"

Zhang Erdou didn't expect that the ancestral sword was only given 1,500 yuan. He twitched with distress, and then he became angry and said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, one thousand and fifty, one thousand and five, bring the money!"

The stall owner suppressed his laughter, groped around the corner for a long time, took out a dirty iron box, and opened it to reveal stacks of old ten-yuan bills.

"This is one thousand and five, you count!"

Zhang Erdou pretended to count the banknotes one by one, put the iron box on his body, and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and said.

"This knife has a taboo, I have to tell you clearly!"

People who play antiques are a bit superstitious. The stall owner knew that these swords and other things had many taboos because they had killed people. He immediately looked ugly and said in a deep voice.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me earlier? Tell me what's taboo?"

Zhang Erdou stretched out his hand, and the stall owner handed over the knife in his hand and looked at him with an unkind look.

"The taboo of this knife is not to trick people!" Before he finished speaking, Zhang Erdou suddenly pulled out the blade, raised it high, and slashed the stall owner's neck hard!