Reborn King of Marketing

Wang Xiaomin didn't even look back, waved her hands and shouted, "I will go wherever you write the lyrics, remember to bring me a turtle..."

The voice drifted in the night wind, and Zhang Xuebing couldn't hear what was said next.

"Brother, where do you live?" Captain Yang asked respectfully. In his heart, the young man in front of him seemed to be a bit scarier than Wang Xiaomin, who had a rich background.

Zhang Xuebing had nowhere to go, so he just wanted to find an open place to eat.

Captain Yang was feeling uneasy at the moment, so he naturally wanted to show off when he took the opportunity, "Eating is not easy, it is our work mistakes that have caused inconvenience to you today, I have to take responsibility for this, I will treat you tonight..."

"There happens to be a barbecue that is open all night, and the meat is so delicious." Captain Yang looked at Zhang Xuebing with an eager face, "Does it suit your taste?"

Captain Yang is a chameleon. Half an hour ago he was cold and stern, but now he has become a spring breeze. He is a flexible and flexible person, and may be promoted step by step in the future.

However, Zhang Xuebing doesn't want to get too close to him, not for any other reason than because this kind of person has no moral bottom line and may be a time bomb. You don't know when he will be betrayed by the other party, so it's better to stay away from him.

Zhang Xuebing declined the other party's overtures on the pretext that he did not dare to eat too greasy food at night and asked him to find a wonton shop that was still open.

The three of them drank several bowls of wontons and finally filled their stomachs with the hot wontons.

It was already midnight and sleepiness set in. Zhang Xuebing planned to find a place to rest as soon as possible. He looked up and saw a cheap hotel with neon lights on the street, and immediately decided to spend the night there.

"Now that we've eaten, let's go our separate ways!"

As he said it, he was about to pay.

Zhang Xuebing's lukewarm attitude made Captain Yang even more uneasy.

Today's matter may be a big deal or a small matter. If you don't handle it well, your hat will not be saved, and you may even be severely punished.

Wang Xiaomin couldn't please Zhang Xuebing, but Wang Xiaomin's attitude towards Zhang Xuebing made him mistakenly think that they were lovers, so at this moment he just wanted to try his best to please Zhang Xuebing.

He rushed to pay the bill and said with a smile on his face, "Where is my brother's house? Don't get me wrong. I'm not asking around, I just want to know where the lost property will be sent after it is found?"

Zhang Xuebing originally wanted to go to the terminal to get it, but then he changed his mind and said his home address.

Captain Yang of Zhangjia Village was startled when he heard that, and then he patted his chest and promised that the lost property would be found as soon as possible and that he would send Zhang Xuebing back to the village now.

Taking a car into the mountains in the middle of the night was like committing suicide. Besides, there were important things to do tomorrow, so going back at this time would be a fool's errand. I immediately rejected this guy's kindness, said goodbye to Zhao Xianming, and walked out of the wonton restaurant.

The night was like ink and the night wind was like water. If he hadn't been so sleepy, Zhang Xuebing would have really planned to walk on the streets late at night to experience the tranquility and coolness of the summer night.

As soon as he walked to the door of the hotel, Zhao Xianming's voice came from behind, "I thought you were in a hurry to find a partner, but it turns out you have no place to live. Come home with me. I'm alone, so just spend the night together!"

Thanks to Zhao Xianming's help today, Zhang Xuebing couldn't refuse and went back to a dormitory not far away with him.

Zhang Xuebing followed Zhao Xianming to the downstairs of an old six-story red brick simple building. There were no street lights in the dark corridor.

"Be careful where you step. No one has cared about this shabby building for many years. Your sister-in-law and children live in the city. I make do here by myself while I work. I go home for reunions on weekends. Hey, it's no different from an old bachelor!"

This kind of old building is a product of the 1950s and 1960s. There is no independent bathroom. There is only one public toilet on each floor. The corridor is not completely enclosed. There are seven or eight families living on one floor. The corridor is almost blocked by briquette stoves and sundries.

, dirty and messy.

The two stumbled up to the third floor. Zhao Xianming took out the key and opened a wooden door with mottled paint, and called Zhang Xuebing in.

His house is an inner and outer bedroom, with a total area of ​​more than 30 square meters. The inner room is a bedroom, and the outer room is a living room and dining room.

"You're welcome, sit down wherever you want, I'll boil water and make tea right now!" He said and picked up an aluminum alloy kettle.

Zhang Xuebing was so angry that he sat on the sofa, rubbing his sore and swollen temples, and said, "Uncle Zhao, it would be great if you could stay overnight. Don't be too busy. I'll just stay the night. I'll have something to do when I get up early tomorrow."

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"Why don't you drink some water when you come home..." Zhao Xianming turned around and saw Zhang Xuebing already leaning on the sofa and snoring.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, put down the kettle and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Xuebing was awakened by the strong smell of food. When he opened his eyes, he saw bright red fried dough sticks and steaming tofu puffs placed on the coffee table.

Chive flowers, mashed garlic, sesame sauce, chili oil and soy sauce sesame oil are paired with the white jade-like tofu brain, which makes people appetite.

Needless to say, these were all prepared by Zhao Xianming for breakfast. Zhang Xuebing was already hungry, so he just picked them up and ate them without any courtesy.

Zhang Xuebing was enjoying his meal when the door opened and Zhao Xianming came in carrying a porcelain plate with a smell of oily smoke. On the plate was a golden fried egg.

"Uncle Zhao is too polite, I just have to eat it, it makes me feel embarrassed!"

Zhao Xianming sat across from him with a smile, picked up his own portion and said while eating, "Why are you so polite? There is usually no one in my little house. You can come and have a meal with me. It's not too late for me to be happy. Brother, today

Are you going to sell fish?"

Zhang Xuebing knew in his heart that if he was just a fish seller, the other party would definitely not be so enthusiastic. He was doing it for Wang Xiaomin's face, and he was afraid that he would ask for something.

However, Zhang Xuebing was still grateful to Zhao Xianming and immediately smiled and said, "Selling fish is just my hobby, but if Uncle Zhao wants fish, I have plenty on hand!"

Selling fish as a hobby? Zhao Xianming almost laughed. Seeing that Zhang Xuebing had almost eaten, he stood up and packed his things and said.

"What a coincidence. I plan to get a few more mountain turtles. These are great things. There is no chance that I won't see them. If you can get them, I'll be happy!"

After the leader ate the mountain turtle last time, he praised it greatly. Zhao Xianming wanted something and decided to give it another gift.

Zhang Xuebing had a lot of mountain turtles in his hand, but he had other things to do today, so he immediately said, "This is not easy. You can go to the hospital and wait for me at noon today. I will give you two mountain turtles as a thank you."

Got it!"

Zhao Xianming was not an honest and honest person. He usually accepted gifts when doing things, but he didn't dare to ask for Zhang Xuebing's things in vain, so he waved his hands and said.

"Don't, don't, it's up to you, I can't take advantage of you!"

Zhang Xuebing smiled slyly, "It's not free, I would like to ask Uncle Zhao for a favor..."

"Oh, you need me to help you with something, let me know!"

Zhao Xianming's expression became solemn, thinking that if you have Wang Xiaomin's kind of connections, you can still use me if you don't need me? He held the dining table with both hands, pretending to be attentive.