Zhang Heng was woken up by a ringtone. It was a call from his mother, reminding him to attend an interview. After hanging up the phone, the alarm clock also rang, and it was eight o'clock in the morning.
The interview was at ten o'clock, and there was still two hours to go. There was no rush. Zhang Heng could only recall the interview scenes he had seen on TV, but he couldn't really relate to what he was doing now. Others brought pens to interviews, but he brought them~
~Butcher Knife!
Putting on the new clothes that his mother bought yesterday, including jeans, a plaid shirt, and large leather shoes, Zhang Heng was not used to wearing leather shoes. He must have been used to wearing shoes, but it was obviously impossible to go out barefoot.
I carefully tied the two butcher knives on my calves and went out happily carrying my schoolbag. I didn’t take my bank card with me. I had a few hundred yuan with me which was enough. When I went to the market, I bought two hot knives.
Steamed buns, because I have to go to an interview, so I can’t save my breakfast money.
I didn't go to the butcher shop, I'll wait until the interview results are known. It was still early, but in order to avoid being late, Zhang Heng followed him out of Xin'er Village and found the stop sign for the No. 4 bus. He spent two yuan on the fare and twenty.
We arrived at the square in a few minutes.
I simply went up to the fourth floor and saw the signboard at first glance, but the name was very strange, it was actually called: "Fuyumi Fitness Club!"
The door was tightly closed. Zhang Heng looked around on the fourth floor again. There were no other fitness stores. It seemed that this was Dongmei. It was not yet nine o'clock. Last time Fumei said it hadn't opened yet. It seemed that he
Came early.
After thinking about it, he went downstairs. Now that he had found the place, he didn't worry about being late. He carried his schoolbag and went to the free rest area where he had been last time. When he held his schoolbag and looked at the people coming in and out, he found that almost all of them were in front of him.
Everyone passing by would look at him.
He had seen this kind of look on the bus, and he didn't care about it at first, but now he thought about it, maybe it was because of his schoolbag, which was a chicken-skin schoolbag that was popular in the village. His cousin used it and later gave it to him.
He has been using it for another five years. Although it is old, it is very durable and he likes it very much.
He smiled, as primitive people have done it, why do they still care about other people's eyes, so he didn't think too much, just held his school bag and walked around, the time would pass quickly.
But after only a short while, he shook his head and smiled bitterly. The square gradually became lively. There were many people and it was very noisy, so he couldn't calm down and daydream.
It was only a quarter past nine, and Zhang Heng suddenly felt that every second was very difficult. He also began to think about how he would explain to his mother if he failed in the interview, and what other ways he should think of to get the money out of the card.
For home use.
With a long sigh of relief, Zhang Heng suddenly discovered a big problem with himself. The book said that his personality was too introverted. This kind of personality would definitely not work in the city.
While thinking about it, I suddenly saw that there were many fruit vendors in the square, and there were also old men dressed as farmers selling fruits in baskets. There were many kinds of fruits.
Zhang Heng didn't want to eat fruit anymore, but suddenly wanted to take advantage of this little time to exercise in advance so as not to be nervous about the interview later. After the interview, he had to adapt to work. He would definitely come into contact with many strangers. Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth.
He stood up from his seat and took the free newspaper on the table.
He strode to the place selling fruit in front of the square and opened his school bag. There were a dozen big green fruits in total, all of which were top-grade fruits specially selected by Mei. They were about the size of a fist and eye-catchingly green. Zhang Heng took out the big leaves first.
Squatting down, he took out a dozen fruits from his schoolbag and placed them on the big leaves.
Then he spread the newspaper on the ground and sat down. In front of him were the green Daqing fruits, and there were fruit sellers on the left and right sides.
But his posture was really, well, hard to express. Anyway, the fruit sellers on the left and right looked at him in astonishment. The old man selling oranges on the left couldn't help it anymore and asked doubtfully: "Young man, are you doing this too?"
Selling fruit?”
Zhang Heng just wanted to get more comfortable communicating with strangers, so he immediately answered: "Yes, sir, can't I sell this place?"
He had heard from his senior migrant workers that there were urban management outside and people could not just set up stalls on the streets. He could not do anything illegal, so he wanted to ask clearly now.
The uncle shook his head and said, "That's not true. You can sell fruits here in the morning and no one will care about it. But, young man, can you sell enough fruits to cover the traveling expenses?"
As he spoke, the uncle pointed at his two large baskets of oranges, and then at the dozen or so fruits in front of Zhang Heng. What a stark contrast.
At this time, the middle-aged man selling grapes on the right also said: "Young man, is this a new variety? I haven't seen it in the fruit wholesale market. I guess you are still a student. Don't worry, I will weigh you later."
I'll lend it to you. By the way, how do you plan to sell this fruit?"
Zhang Heng experienced a different feeling. It was different from being in the village or in the primitive space. He felt that this was a condensed life. He continued: "My relatives brought this from the village. I will try to see if it can be sold without a scale."
, I'll talk about selling one, sell..." Zhang Heng then remembered that he had forgotten to consider how much to sell each one.
Just then a customer came to the door. A woman came with a child to buy grapes. The bunches of grapes still had fresh leaves on them. She wanted to eat them when she looked at them. Zhang Heng looked at them and saw that they were selling for four yuan a pound.
, so expensive. I also saw that the uncle next to me had a sign on the basket with a price of 50 pounds. The oranges were relatively cheap, maybe they were grown by the uncle himself.
"Mom, buy this, buy..." The children suddenly started making a noise, pointing at the big green fruit in front of Zhang Heng.
"Okay, mommy will buy it for the baby." The woman responded quickly.
Zhang Heng suddenly felt a little nervous at this time. This was not timidity or cowardice, but just uncomfortable because it was his first time doing business and customers were about to come to his door.
"Young man, how do you sell this fruit?" Although the woman thought that this young man was really good at selling, how much money could he make from a dozen fruits, but she didn't think much about it.
Time was running out, so Zhang Heng gritted his teeth and replied: "We'll sell them for twenty yuan each."
The woman's heart is so expensive. She can only buy three taels at most. It costs more than sixty yuan per catty. What kind of fruit is so expensive? So she said, "Young man, can it be cheaper?"
Zhang Heng simply said: "Twenty yuan each, I will only sell you one." He is not short of money now, mainly because he wants to take this opportunity to learn to communicate with strangers and change his introverted personality. He can't afford to sell out all at once.
For the purpose of training, it doesn't matter if he can't sell it. He likes to eat it himself, and his sister will definitely like it too.
"Mom, Mom, I want to eat, baby wants to eat." The child is only four years old, which is the age when he likes to be playful.
The uncle next to him was surprised. What kind of fruit is this valuable? It seems that growing oranges is no longer possible. We have to keep up with the trend and grow new varieties. The middle-aged man was also shocked. One fruit can weigh him five pounds of fresh grapes. This business
It's a great deal, but what does it mean that the boy only sells one?
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