Ying Shao is a Girl

More than half an hour later, Imo finished painting all the paint.

The sleepy African boy has woken up from his sleep.

Then he took his wages and left directly.

Yimo’s wall-brushing live broadcast was once again popular on the platform.

The number of fans is close to 50,000.

Yimo immediately turned off the live broadcast.

He usually only broadcasts for a few dozen minutes.

Watching it for too long will cause aesthetic fatigue.

well.

Immo sighed.

The next step is to distribute flyers.

He turned his head and glanced at the pile of leaflets, which was one meter high.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

or…

Hire some people to hand out flyers for you?

Just thinking about it.

Immo stopped a random passerby.

"Hey, little brother, are you interested in helping to distribute flyers? You will be paid."

The passerby looked at the blond and blue-eyed Yi Mo.

He's a foreigner.

It would be a pity not to cheat.

Mr. Passerby quoted a sky-high price.

Hearing this, Yi Mo's expression twisted.

Are you bullying me for not having money?

Immediately, a professional smirk appeared on his face.

"Um, cough, I wish you a happy life!"

Then the feet slipped away as if they were greased.

Due to time constraints, Yimo did not go to a special place to hire people, but chose to randomly stop people on the roadside.

Immo looked for several more passers-by.

The asking price is only higher than the first passerby.

He resumed his scanning of the broad street.

Almighty God, please help me find a down-to-earth, honest, responsible and friendly African guy to help me distribute leaflets!

A young man with slightly curly hair, dark skin, and a simple and honest smile broke into his sight.

ha! You are the one!

"Hi!"

Immo walked up to the curly boy and greeted him.

The curly boy smiled in return.

"Hello, sir, what can I do for you? How can I help you?"

The curly guy is very polite.

"Brother, it's like this. I'd like to find someone to help distribute flyers. I'm paid. Can you come?"

"May I ask, how much is the salary?"

The curly-haired boy still maintained a gentle smile.

"You mention it."

Yi Mo thought that such a simple and honest young man must not be a shady businessman!

Won't ask for exorbitant prices.

The curly boy scratched his head and said a number naturally.

Yimo suspected that he was hearing hallucinations.

The asking price turned out to be…

Three times as much as others!

"Sir, I guess this is your first time here. We are very friendly to foreign friends and can give you a 10% discount..."

Yimo: "..."

Petrified in place.

"Sir, what do you think?"

The curly-haired guy still said in a friendly manner.

Yi Mo gave him a kind look.

Then he turned around and left silently.

Pick up your stack of flyers and get to work.

hateful! A bunch of black businessmen!

Don't even think about making any money from me!

-

Sunset on the west mountain.

There were not many flyers left in Yimo's hand.

It’s time to call it a day.

The long exposure to the sun made him feel like he was about to smoke and turn into dried meat.

It's finally finished.

I can finally go back to the hotel and drink ice-cold Coke with the air conditioner blowing on.

-

Immo drove back to the hotel.

I happened to bump into Sack at the door of the hall.

Sark wore a well-tailored suit and was meticulous in his appearance.

"It's hard work digging coal."

Sark said lightly.

The expression looks like a smile but not a smile.

Immo turned darker again.

Heiwa Yimo glanced at Sark.

This guy looks well-dressed again.

And I felt like I had just dug coal out of the mine.

I really want to scratch his face!

"You bitch, you're laughing your ass off!"

Yi Mo responded angrily.

"Okay, clean yourself up quickly and then go downstairs to eat."

Sark looked at Immo with disgust.

"I know, I don't need to remind you, you bitch!"

Yi Mo snorted and left.

He walked to the stairs and looked back at the handsome Sac.

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Garbage Sack, I’ll treat you to a feast later!