Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Strange, what about tube socks? She remembered that she wholesaled 30 pairs online. Could it be that they were all sold out?

  Why not?

   She already charged ten dollars, and only one pair is not enough.

   She searched carefully, but couldn't find it. She was about to raise her head to apologize to the girl who just bought socks and refund her 5 yuan. As soon as she entered her eyes, an iceberg-like handsome face was introduced into her eyes!

   "Small, small..." Uncle almost blurted out the words.

   But her eyes were quicker than her mouth and she noticed a group of people in suits and leather shoes not far away, and her voice changed abruptly, "Sir, do you want to buy socks?"

   It's over!

Ruined!

  Emma, ​​why is Fu Zhiyan here? Who are the people behind him?

  Han Xiaoye was in a cold sweat, not sure if it was hot or frightened.

   She was at a loss, and she was afraid that Fu Zhiyan would expose her lies in public and embarrass him.

  Han Xiaoye was sweating coldly on his back, and he had to put on a 'we don't know' expression on his face.

  God knows how hard she is pretending.

   "Socks?" The man who had been silent for dozens of seconds without speaking touched his thin lips up and down, and Yoyo asked back, unable to hear the anger.

   She told herself that she was going to go shopping today and have a good time. The result is to come out to sell socks?

  Han Xiaoye is the roundworm in his stomach. Hearing his tone and looking at his expressionless but stormy look, he knew he was finished.

  Fu Zhiyan was angry!

   That's how he is when he's angry, the more calm he is, the more angry he is...

  Han Xiaoye glanced at his face, it was colder than the cold air mass in Siberia, and there was wind in the gaps between the bones of people who were so cold.

How to do?

How to do how to do?

   Her mind was a mess, but her little mouth reflexively said, "Five dollars a pair, ten dollars a pair, a discount of twenty dollars, five pairs."

   Fu Zhiyan laughed angrily at her, "What if I buy more? Are there other discounts?"

   "...Not so good, I'm a small business."

   She also has a small business!

  Fu Zhiyan laughed in anger. He was born good-looking, and his smile was even more attractive. Don't talk about women, men are looking straight.

  Han Xiaoye was horrified and wanted to run away.

  It’s miserable, it’s miserable, it’s miserable… Heaven and Earth, Maria, his rhythm is no longer angry, he is completely angry.

  Why is she so unlucky, selling socks, doing a small sideline business and getting hit.

  D City is so big, Fu Zhiyan can't walk, why did he come to the university town?

   Did she engrave bad characters on her face? !

   "I want all of these." The stern man seemed to see her guilty conscience, narrowed his eagle eyes, and said coldly.

"Forehead?"

   "I want all you have here, put it up for me. Calculate how much it is in total." Fu Zhiyan was expressionless.

  Han Xiaoye, like the ants on the hot pan, was tormented over and over again in his heart. Standing still, "Is this... all?"

"all."

   She scratched her ears and cheeks in her heart, her face stiffened, and she held on to a shy smile, "I'm afraid you won't be able to wear it all after you buy so much?"

   Her business is so good that these socks might even be sold. The online purchase price of a pair of socks is 1.8. She basically sells it for 5 yuan, and the net profit of a pair is 3.2. She has about 200 pairs in this box. After all, she can earn more than 600 yuan by selling all of them. Apart from the car money, she can earn 600. It's not bad to earn 600 in one afternoon. Maybe after she has opened up her popularity, she can still sell other things.

   He is so messed up, how will he sell it in the future?

  Fu Zhiyan still didn't know how she would come out and set up a stall in the future, if she knew, she would definitely be mad at her.

His thin lips were sharp and his phoenix eyes narrowed, as if he was careless, but also as if he was questioning, "Do you still care if the person who buys it can wear it when you are in business? If you want to sell sanitary napkins, do you have to help customers to stick them carefully? ?"

The words    sanitary napkins came out of his mouth, and it felt like a high class.

  Han Xiaoye got red at his sarcastic ears, and got angry, and said, "Sir, if you want to use it, I don't mind sticking it for you."

Depend on! He has the ability to use it! I went to Thailand to cut a bird and came back to use it!

  Fu Zhiyan was noncommittal, did not argue with her, glanced at the socks on the ground, "I bought all these socks, will you be responsible for helping me wash them in the future?"

  “…”

  Han Xiaoye almost said to wash it!

   After thinking about it, he still held back abruptly. She **** up! She is not stupid! What if she really said that, what if he really brought these socks to wear and let her wash a pair of them? At the level of his cleanliness, he didn't even have to think about how fast he changed his socks. He had to wash it all, and it would be strange if he didn't wash the skin off her hands!

  Han Xiaoye was depressed, and angrily packed all his socks and put them in several bags, "Here, 300 in total."

"no discount?"

  "..." It's almost like breaking a bone!

  Han Xiaoye was angry, aggrieved and guilty, so he forced a few bags of socks into his hand, stretched out his hand to ask for money, "300."

   Before Fu Zhiyan took out his wallet, the people behind found an opportunity to be courteous, and hurriedly took out 400 yuan and stuffed it into Han Xiaoye's hand, "No need to look for it."

  Han Xiaoye took out the extra 100 and gave it back to him, "There are three hundred in total, one hundred more."

   "Beauty took it to buy water to drink."

   "I'll drink the water at home. I don't need money. Slightly, here it is for you."

  Han Xiaoye returned the money to him, turned around and bent over to put away the tablecloth, and then flattened the unused cardboard box and placed it next to the trash can. Like this kind of cardboard box, someone will pick it up soon after it is placed on the side of the road. She is not worried that no one wants it, and it will pollute the environment by throwing it on the side of the road.

   She only had a piece of cloth for her belongings, and she packed it up in two or three times. Once packed, she turned around and left. It's a quick way to walk, and it's like living with a ghost behind you.

   "Mr. Fu..." The man who helped pay before smiled flatly and wanted to ask him if he liked Han Xiaoye.

   Never thought of stuffing a pack of socks into his arms.

"give you."

   "Uh, Mr. Fu, I..."

  Fu Zhiyan interrupted him with a cold face, "You can divide it yourself, I still have something to do, let's go first."

   "Fu..."

   He has already stretched his long legs and said to go...Leave a group of men in suits and leather shoes each holding a pack of five yuan a pair of inferior wholesale socks in their arms and fluttering in the wind. A pair of white socks peeking out of a plastic pocket contrasted sharply with their shirt and tie. That scene, how comical it was.

   They are all powerful people in City D. They didn't know the situation at all, so they were forcibly given a pack of cheap socks and held in their hands. He blushed and wanted to throw it away, but he was afraid of offending Fu Zhiyan, so he could only resist the urge to throw it away, like holding a bag of bombs, and hurried back...