Dongxin Market is very small, with only twenty or thirty stalls in total, and they were rebuilt from an old office building in a factory. The second and third floors were empty. The rooms downstairs were one room and one stall. Each room was full of piles. At first glance, they were stock fabrics collected from factories everywhere. These fabrics were unknown for many years.

Zhang Chen felt that it would be more appropriate to change this place to Dongxinlu Old Fabric Market.

Most of the ones sold here are industrial cloths, including linoleum, thick, fine canvas, khaki, indigo blue labor cloth that used to make labor clothes, and colorful coated polyester cloths. They probably bought them from which bankrupt umbrella factory. There is only one, which sells all kinds of cotton and linen, and all kinds of plaid cotton and linen.

There is also a large room, stuffed with bundles of white elastic cotton wrapped in plastic bags. In this summer, I feel hot. The store door is open, but the boss doesn't know where to go. He probably knows that no one will ask for these goods from him this season, and probably they have gone to play chess.

Zhang Chen thought to himself that when he came in, he saw one of the two people drinking beer and playing chess. He probably was the boss here.

Zhang Chen was walking around the entire market alone. No one paid attention to him when he walked into the store. After looking at him, he continued to eat. He lay on the table and slept without even raising his head and continued to sleep. For a moment, Zhang Chen became in a daze and felt that this market should be connected with his own market.

These two markets are really hard.

Zhang Chen shook his head with a wry smile.

He finished shopping in the entire market after more than twenty minutes. When he drove the bicycle lock and was about to ride back, he thought, it was really not worth it. He rode here for an hour, and now he has to ride it for another hour. There is not even a street tree along the way, and the sun shining on his face and arms is stinging.

Zhang Chen rode back to the market entrance, stopped his bicycle, and went to the fast food stall at the market entrance to buy lunch boxes. Although it was already past twelve o'clock, he knew that Xiao Zhao said that he would definitely wait when he came back to have a meal, even if it was too late.

Zhang Chen hurried back to the stall with a lunch box, sweating profusely. When he saw Xiao Zhao standing at the door of the stall, he asked from a distance, "Are you hungry?"

Xiao Zhao shook her head.

Zhang Chen put the lunch box on the table and said to Xiao Zhao: "You eat first, I'll wash my face."

He turned around and left.

"Towel, towel, pig." Xiao Zhao cursed from behind.

Zhang Chen actually didn't need a towel, but he turned around and took the towel from Xiao Zhao and threw it on his shoulder.

He walked to the terrazzo pool next to the public toilet, turned on the faucet, stretched his head down and rushed for a while, and then he felt comfortable.

He stood up and wanted to shake it like a rattle. That would be a pleasure, but there were people washing dishes and washing their hands after going to the toilet. He could only wipe his hair with a towel, rub the towel under the faucet twice, wipe his face, neck and arms, and then he threw the vicious sun away, so he could go back to the stall.

Xiao Zhao did not eat first, but arranged the stool and lunch box, opened the box of soybeans and pork trotters, waiting for Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen came in and saw it and shouted, "Oh, the food is good."

He knew without asking, that the soybean stewed pork feet must have been sent by Brother Hegen's mother.

Xiao Zhao held a large piece of pig's feet and put it in the lid of Zhang Chen's fast food box. Zhang Chen smiled and said, "It's so good, I'm taking my wife's oil again."

"That's right, even Brother Haigen doesn't have food." Xiao Zhao smiled, "Auntie brought two, one for me and one for Sister Guihua. She said that Brother Haigen can eat it with old wine, and she won't give it to him."

Zhang Chen laughed and said that I am still lucky. I can eat delicious food and drink spicy food with my wife.

"By the way, there are three little girls coming to find you in front." Xiao Zhao said.

"What little girl? In Hangzhou, I know a little girl like you. No, Xiao An is there." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chen thought, isn't there still Xiao He from Xincheng Company?

"You don't know others, but they know you, they just come to find you. I said you are not here, and they turn around and leave."

"What are you looking for me?"

"How do I know..." Xiao Zhao looked up and saw the three girls walking towards this side from the passage. Xiao Zhao quickly said, "Here's here, come again."

When Zhang Chen saw it, he stood up and said to Xiao Zhao: "It's the one who bought clothes in the morning."

The three girls walked up to them. When the girl who came to buy clothes in the morning saw Zhang Chen, she smiled and said, "Are you back?"

"I'm back." Zhang Chen nodded.

Xiao Zhao continued to eat with them on her back. She curled her lips and thought, "What's back? Is this your home?"

"These two are my colleagues. In the morning, they all say that the clothes you sold me to wear. They look good when they wear them. You help them with their staff." The girl said.

Zhang Chen quickly said ok, please come in.

Xiao Zhao pushed the food aside, took two sheets of A4 paper from the drawer, covered it with it, and prepared to eat it later.

She smiled at the three girls and was about to stand up and go to their business, but they didn't seem to look at her, so they followed Zhang Chen to the side of the vertical clothes hanger. Xiao Zhao didn't get up and continued to sit.

The girl said to Zhang Chen: "Like me, I can only earn six yuan for them by selling it to them."

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Okay, I promise to only earn six yuan."

The girl told the other two that I originally wanted him to make five yuan, but he said he didn't like the number five.

The other two laughed, and the girl said, "You can only make four yuan."

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Then I can't even afford to eat, so I can only drink soup."

Xiao Zhao didn't know what they were talking about, five or six yuan, but it would be great if a piece of clothing could earn six yuan.

Zhang Chen took out a piece of clothing, gave it to the girl, and said to her, come on, you can try this one.

I asked again, should I match it?

Need. The girl said.

Zhang Chen took a pair of nine-point pants and a one-step skirt for her, and it looked good with this one.

The girl was familiar with the family and seemed to be back at her own house. She took the cloth and hung it in the corner, and told the girl that she would change it inside.

Zhang Chen had just chosen the girl's clothes three times, but the girl came back and told Zhang Chen that I still want a dress, so you can choose it for me.

"What are you doing? Wearing with your boyfriend on a date?" Zhang Chen asked with a smile.

The girl blushed without saying a word. Zhang Chen picked one from the hanger, gave it to her, and said to her: "Come on, try this one, and ensure you have a high turnover rate."

The girl nodded, she held the skirt, and the girl 2 had already changed into a set. The girl shouted, "It's good-looking, you can look in the mirror yourself."

Xiao Zhao sat there, watching the three women surrounding her husband, chattering constantly, and her tone and movements showed a sense of intimacy.

She felt that she was the air, and they didn't care about her at all, but Xiao Zhao was happy. She had already seen that there were a few pieces of clothes they would definitely want. Haha, today's record seems to be rising higher and higher. You think I am the air, so I don't care. The air is better. As long as you can buy clothes, it's fine.

Xiao Zhao looked at the opposite side, and Feng Zhen was also looking at this side. Xiao Zhao simply stood up, walked to the stall opposite, and sat down at Feng Zhen. The two of them looked at Zhang Chen dealing with the three women.

Feng Zhen lowered her voice and smiled: "I didn't expect Xiao Zhang, Ga, would say, Mao would do business."

When Feng Zhen said that, Xiao Zhao also remembered it. Yes, when there were guests in the past, Zhang Chen ignored them and looked like a dick. Today, why did he look like he has become a different person, and he speaks with a lot of witty words. He has picked out their clothes for them, and now he is telling them what color of bag should be matched.

He even told the girl that if your face shape is actually shorter, don’t have long hair or short hair. Medium-length hair is the best for you.

"Really? Then I'm going to repair it!" the girl shouted with a red face.

Ayong came over with a thief and Fengzhen told him, "Did you see, Ayong, see how Xiao Zhang does business."

"You can't learn it, you can't learn it, there's no way, you don't have enough culture." Ayong shook his head and whispered to Xiao Zhao: "Your husband, let's get my head around, it's a matter of Mao!"

These three women bought twelve items in total, including two or four girls, three or five girls, and three or five girls. There was a dress that she wanted to buy and match the medium-length hair she was about to trim.

The three girls left, and Ayong shouted: "Zhang Chen, I'm taken, I'm taken, Ahhhh."

Xiao Zhao couldn't help but smile and said, "Even I am convinced."

Xiao Zhao walked back to his stall, Zhang Chen sat there, and was recording the clothes he sold in the account book. Xiao Zhao stood on his back and pushed him with his belly and said, "It's you and you, why did you sell it again?"

Zhang Chen smiled without looking back and said, "Be careful of your son's protest."

Xiao Zhao lay in Zhang Chen's ear and said, "I want my son to come out and see. His father looked so happy when he saw other women."

"What should I do? I'll drive it out next time they come?" Zhang Chen asked.

"You dare." Xiao Zhao snorted.

After remembering the account, Zhang Chen stood up and gave the chair to Xiao Zhao. He sat on the square stool on the side and the two continued to eat.

Xiao Zhao asked Zhang Chen: "Dear, why didn't I find you so good at talking before?"

Zhang Chen looked at her and asked, "Why, I used to be a mute?"

"No, no." Xiao Zhao thought for a moment. He felt that Zhang Chen was also very good at speaking when he was with him. Xiao Zhao said: "You used to see strange women who didn't speak, no, you didn't even talk much when you were unfamiliar men."

"Well, I realized it." Zhang Chen said.

"What did you realize?"

"If I treat everyone who comes to buy clothes, if I treat them as Qian Fang, Wenwen and Qianqian, I think I can do their business."

"Really?" Xiao Zhao patted Zhang Chen on the shoulder and said to him: "Then you continue to carry forward the situation."

"Okay." Zhang Chen laughed, "Is there any reward?"
Chapter completed!