After the two of them finished their meal, it was almost two o'clock. The market was now silent. Most people came early in the morning and were sleepy at this time. After watching some of the guests coming and going in the passage at noon, they were now lying in various places that could lie and cool. In the entire market, only the sound of fans and the sound of people shouting were heard.

Zhang Chen took out a deck chair leaning against the corner, opened it, and let Xiao Zhao take a nap. He took Sister Guihua's lunch box and dishwashing liquid by himself, went to the sink to wash it. After washing, Xiao Zhao was already asleep.

Zhang Chen moved the electric fan a little away and prevented it from blowing on Xiao Zhao. He sat there without sleepiness, staring at the pile of clothes and thinking blankly. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something. He tried the drawer where the cash was stored with his hand, and it was locked. The key was in Xiao Zhao's bag. Before Xiao Zhao was about to go to bed, he put the bag next to him, holding it with one hand.

Feng Zhen, opposite, also opened a recliner and fell asleep. Ayong lay on the table, facing the outside of the passage, half of his face was soaked in his saliva, soaking white. There were two people sitting face to face in the passage at the door of the stall, playing chess. Both of them didn't say a word, and they made a move. You can't tell who was the leader.

Zhang Chen took a thin shirt, covered Xiao Zhao's belly and her bag, then stood up and walked out.

Xiao Zhao woke up in a daze and looked around in a daze. She didn't see Zhang Chen. She thought he had gone to wash dishes and didn't come back. When she saw her clothes, she felt that Zhang Chen must have come back. So where did he go? Xiao Zhao fell asleep again before she figured it out.

She told her aunt that she had no reaction, but she actually had a reaction. That is, this year is different from before. In addition to being particularly capable of eating, she is also particularly prone to sleep. She always seems to be unable to sleep enough every day. When sitting there, as long as she feels comfortable sitting, her eyelids will soon droop and yawn.

When Xiao Zhao really woke up, she looked at her watch and it was already three months old.

She sat up and saw the lunch box lying quietly on the table, but Zhang Chen was not sitting at the table, and there was no sign of him in the stall. Xiao Zhao stood up and thought he had gone to the stall next door to chat. She walked to the horizontal passage to take a look. Whether it was A Yong or Feng Zhen, they were still sleeping.

Next door was an old lady from Wenzhou. She was in her seventies. She just came to visit the stalls and could only speak and understand Wenzhou dialect. So she usually had no communication with the stalls around her and did not do business. Even her clothes were just one week or ten days later, and her daughter in the old market came to her.

Xiao Zhao looked at her stall. She was holding a fly swatter and chasing a fly. When she saw Xiao Zhao, she smiled at her. All their communication could only be done until they smiled or nodded. Going further, nodding, no matter what you said, the old lady looked confused, making you unable to retract the tentacles that stretched out.

The main passage is very wide, separated by a main passage, just like the Chu River and Han boundary. The people on both sides of the passage are also neighbors opposite, but they don’t know each other at all. They have no boundaries at all. They only have intersections with the people in the horizontal passage beside them.

Not only do they don’t know the stalls opposite each other through the main passage, but they even share a back wall with their stalls, but they are not familiar with the owners of another seven-shaped stall, because they usually stay in their own stalls and don’t meet each other. Unlike Feng Zhen and Ayong, they look up and see each other every day, and it’s impossible for you to not be familiar with them.

Xiao Zhao stood in the passage for a while, but didn't see Zhang Chen. She walked back, put away the recliner, and sat on the chair in front of the table.

She reached out and flipped through the magazines on the table. These magazines were brought back by Zhang Chen every day, including "Geographic Knowledge", "Aviation Knowledge", "Global" and "Twenty-Four Hours of Science". She was not interested in these, only one "Rui Li", which seemed to be new, Xiao Zhao started reading them.

Zhang Chen came in excitedly from outside the door, holding a small blackboard in one hand and a bag in the other, with pens, advertising paints and gouache paints. He put the things in it and wanted to go out again. Xiao Zhao knew that he was going to wash his face and handed over the towel.

After washing his face, Xiao Zhao had already seen the things in the bag on the table. She asked, have you been home?

Zhang Chen nodded.

Xiao Zhao asked again, where did this blackboard come from?

Zhang Chen said he bought it.

"Why buy this?"

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "I'll draw an advertisement."

"What are you doing for advertising?"

“Hang at the door.”

"Why are you hanging at the door?" Xiao Zhao asked, and he burst into laughter, feeling that he only had 100,000 whys.

"Sales to attract business." Zhang Chen said.

Xiao Zhao said "Oh" and stopped ringing. She was thinking to herself, just a blackboard, how can she attract business?

Zhang Chen opened the color palette, opened the paint jar, picked up the brush, and drew it on the blackboard. Feng Zhen and Ayong also woke up at this time and were bored in the passage. They didn't know what Zhang Chen wanted to do when he took the blackboard, and he held the pen, but it wasn't chalk. Is he going to make a blackboard newspaper?

They hurried over to see, and even the old lady from Wenzhou next door came over.

Zhang Chen quickly drew a girl with long flowing hair on the blackboard. Ayong was amazed by the side and shouted, Zhang Chen, I didn’t expect you to have this hand.

The old lady in Wenzhou patted Xiao Zhao on the shoulder, pointed to the blackboard, and pointed at her, meaning that the person on the blackboard was very similar to her. Feng Zhen said on the side, "Like, like, this is Xiao Zhao."

After drawing the painting, he started writing on the side. Zhang Chen originally wanted to write "Teaching you to dress and dress up", but he felt it was inappropriate and suspected of bragging. He also wanted to write "How to dress up and dress up", but he thought it was too ordinary. After thinking for a while, he simply wrote: "Is there a way to match clothes?" The following reads: "Yes!" Then he drew a finger, and the advertisement was hung outside, and the finger pointed to their store.

An advertisement was painted in just over ten minutes. People who were watching it thought the painting was very beautiful. When Ayong walked out and shouted, everyone from other stalls came over. They looked at it and admired it. They didn't expect that there was a painter in our market.

Zhang Chen hung the advertisement on the pillar at the corner of the main channel and the horizontal channel. It was very eye-catching. Even the stall owner opposite the main channel walked over to see what was going on when he saw this colorful advertisement.

After five o'clock, some people gradually began to start in the market. The customers who walked past them were attracted by the advertisement, stood up and took a look, subconsciously encouraged by the finger, walked into Zhang Chen and the others' stall, and Zhang Chen greeted him.

Seeing someone coming in, Xiao Zhao simply retreated outside the store and Zhang Chen went to do business alone. When she was in the store, Zhang Chen communicated with customers while looking at her from time to time. Xiao Zhao knew that this was her influence on his performance, so she simply walked out with a smile.

The customers who visit the market and go to a restaurant to have a meal have a mentality of following the crowd. If there are people at your stall, more people will come in. After a while, four or five customers squeezed into their stalls, chattering around Zhang Chen. Xiao Zhao hurried back to help.

Fortunately, there were too many people, and Zhang Chen couldn't even pay attention to Xiao Zhao. He still smiled and calmly dealt with every woman. Xiao Zhao was just around him, and he was just a helper, folding clothes with clothes. When someone wanted to buy them, he would settle the accounts and collect money.

There is another advantage that there are many people in the stalls, that is, customers are not even good at countering, probably because they feel that they don’t want to make themselves look like a sore account in front of many people. Moreover, if they are hesitant, they will make up their minds to pay when they see others paying.

After this wave of orgasm, they started six more businesses. Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen said, "I'm mine, I'm mine, and Zhang Chen said yes, I'm yours."

Xiao Zhao recorded all the six transactions in the account book, closed the drawer with a smile, and turned around accidentally to look. Xiao Zhao felt a little sad. She saw Feng Zhen looking at them, her face looked ugly. Only then did Xiao Zhao remember that she didn't even open an egg today, and in her own words, she was still an animal.

Zhang Chen sat down next to Xiao Zhao and laughed. Xiao Zhao deliberately raised his voice and cursed: "What are you laughing at? You are selling everything at a loss. You are losing to death. I want to cry, but you can still laugh!"

Zhang Chen was stunned and thought, "Why did you lose money? Don't you make money every piece? These six pieces make a little more profit than those sold in the morning and at noon. Zhang Chen said: "How..."

Xiao Zhao twisted his thigh, then turned his eyes and said to Fengzhen. Zhang Chen understood. He looked at the opposite side. Fengzhen was wearing a dark face and was moving models into the stall.

Xiao Zhao stood up and wanted to make a joke with Feng Zhen. Feng Zhen had turned off the lights in the stall and pulled down the rolling gate. Xiao Zhao stood at the door. Feng Zhen didn't even look at her and left without saying a word.

Ayong came over, looked at Fengzhen's stall, and asked Xiao Zhao, "A old man, Chaodan hasn't even opened yet, have you gone back long ago?"

Xiao Zhao can only smile.

Ayong came over and told Zhang Chen that your business is good today, I am still a fucking jerk.

Xiao Zhao quickly said, "We are unloading goods, and we are selling at a loss. If we don't sell, we will be imprisoned."

Ayong cursed: "No one wants to unload the goods every day, and none of them ask about them. This is a ghost market."

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao laughed. They thought A Yong was pretty clear. He didn't blame everything, he just blamed the bad market.

After Ayong left, Xiao Zhao lowered his voice and said to Zhang Chen, have you seen that we are doing well today, and Feng Zhen is angry.

"What should I do?" Zhang Chen said, "Everyone does their own business, and I can't say that she can make her business better. Besides, if the business is not good, it's not our fault, right?"

Xiao Zhao sighed and said, "You don't understand, if I were her, I would be jealous."

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Then we will sell nothing from tomorrow, just like her, eat eggs every day?"

Xiao Zhao frowned and thought for a while, she shook her head and said, "Forget it, you are right. We just do our own business. We can't care what she thinks, and we can't care. But when there is a business, don't be so happy, it will be more exciting for others. Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!