。 "Slender baby, it's hard for me to think of it this time, I was notified just now that I want to be one of the spokespersons of the image of Longfeng Group!" Du Fei'er's excited voice came from the other end of the phone. "Congratulations! But why one?"

Murong Xianxian was a little puzzled, she admitted that she didn't look at the details of those plans, this was really because the thing was too thick, and it was not easy to catch up with the college entrance examination materials.

"It should be some kind of publicity need, it seems that each different series of jewelry needs a different image of the spokesperson, your company, don't you know?" Du Fei'er suddenly reacted.

"I'm not going to do everything myself, and I'm not in charge of this company now, so what's so strange. Murong Xian said confidently.

"I won't tell you, Lei Tao is inside to help me check the contract, I'll go in first, thank you!" Du Fei'er hurriedly hung up the phone.

"Fool. Murong Xianxian looked at the phone and said softly, with a smile on her face.

"Xiaoxiao is not a fool, he is an autistic person, according to the "China" Xiaoxiao suddenly turned his face back and began to recite the difference between autism and mental patients.

"The little novel is completely correct, my sister was talking to Sister Fei'er just now. Murong Xianxian said.

"I'm not a fool, I'm an autistic person, and Sister Fei'er is not a fool, and I'm not an autistic person. Xiaoxiao said very seriously.

"Exactly. Murong Xianxian gently stroked her little head.

At this moment, the mobile phone rang again, she glanced at the caller ID, pressed the answer button and put it to her ear: "Is it Master Peng?" "Yes, chairman, my girlfriend and I are downstairs now, where are we going today?" replied Peng Jun on the other end of the phone.

Yesterday when he was eating, Murong Xianxian knew that Peng Jun was only twenty-six years old this year, not much older than her, but he was quite old-fashioned in his words and actions. He had a girlfriend who happened to come over yesterday, but because Peng Jun had to work, he didn't have time to accompany her, which made Murong Xianxian a little embarrassed, so he specially invited Peng Jun's girlfriend to come out today. Peng Jun was a little hesitant at first, but later Murong Xianxian hinted that he could have one more person to help take care of Xiao

Small, killing two birds with one stone, he agreed.

"Well, you guys wait down here, I'll take Xiaoxiao down in fifteen minutes. Murong Xianxian looked at her watch, hung up the phone and led Xiaoxiao to change clothes.

In the parking lot outside the hotel, in a Buick business car, Peng Jun was talking to a tall woman, the girl was about the same age as him, with short hair like a boy, charming and a little heroic, with long legs and long hands, which was a good embryo for practicing martial arts.

"Peng Jun, is it appropriate for you to take your leader shopping and lead me?" the woman asked Peng Jun.

"It's not appropriate not to bring it, our chairman is a woman, younger than you, and it is said that she is still a college student. Peng Jun replied.

"It's so small, it's also a rich second generation, right? Hey, I said Peng Jun, you shouldn't see something different, right?" The woman suddenly straightened up and looked at him with scrutinizing eyes.

"Hey, how do you speak?" Peng Jun was also anxious, but when he saw the woman's apricot eyes, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, unless you violently evict me, I will be a nail household, and I will not go anywhere!"

"It's pretty much the same, why are you pushing me?" The woman just leaned her body against her boyfriend, but Peng Jun pushed her away and stood up straight, she followed the gaze of the drum army, but saw a delicate girl leading a little boy over.

"Morning, chairman!" Peng Jun greeted.

"Master Peng is early. ”

Murong Xian nodded slightly: "I'm really sorry to disturb Master Peng so early, this is my sister-in-law, right?"

"My name is Wu Juanjuan, and I am Peng Jun's girlfriend. ，…

The woman was very cheerful and stretched out her hand to Murong Xianxian.

Murong Xianxian stretched out his hand and shook her hand: "I am Murong Xianxian, this is my younger brother Murong Xiao."

Small. At this time, Peng Jun opened the car door next to him, Murong Xianxian led Xiaoxiao into the carriage, turned his head and greeted Wu Juanjuan: "Sister-in-law, come and sit." ，…

"Okay. Wu Juanjuan answered, followed in, and slammed the car door shut.

Peng Jun also sat in the driver's seat: "Chairman, where are you going to the company or to the company?" Murong Xianxian thought for a while and said, she didn't want to go to the company to suffer, she had already heard about the fame of Panjiayuan Market, and it would be a pity not to come to Beijing to take a look.

"Good. Peng Jun briefly agreed and drove in the direction of the East Third Ring Road.

"The chairman also likes to collect?、, Wu Juanjuan asked.

"Not really, it's only recently that I've become interested. Murong Xianxian replied, "Sister-in-law, there is no chairman now, you can just call me by my surname." "Well, okay. Murong, listen to your accent with a bit over there, where are you from?" asked Wu Juanjuan.

"It's hard to say where my ancestors are, but I did grow up in Dalian, and now I'm studying in Dalian. ”

"It's a coincidence, I'm also from Dalian, I'm going back to Dalian tomorrow, when will you go back?" Wu Juanjuan was very surprised.

"I'll go back tomorrow too, and we can go together. Murong Xianxian suddenly thought of something: "Sister-in-law, aren't you and Master Peng going to live separately?" Wu Juanjuan glanced at the army and said with a wry smile: "So this marriage is still hanging in the balance." Murong, when will your company set up a branch in Dalian? Can you transfer Peng Jun over at that time?" "To be honest, for some reason, I don't know very well. Murong Xianxian pondered for a moment and asked, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing now?"

"I changed jobs at home, because of Peng Jun's affairs, I haven't gone to work yet, but I'm preparing to go to the criminal police team of the Public Security Bureau. Wu Juanjuan replied.

It turned out that Wu Juanjuan and Peng Jun both served in a special forces together, and the two were originally only acquainted, but in an operation, Peng Jun was seriously injured in order to save Wu Juanjuan, so he staged a drama of a beautiful woman loving a hero. Later, the two parties officially retired from the army, and this relationship rose from the ground to the surface, but it was opposed by the woman's parents... The reason is not that the family is the family, but that the woman's family does not want their daughter to marry far away, and the most troublesome thing is that although the woman's family has energy, they are unwilling to transfer Peng Jun's work to Dalian, which actually explains their attitude.

"I told them that as long as Peng Jun was transferred to Dalian within two years, we would get married. Wu Juanjuan said helplessly.

"Then you don't need to wait until the branch is opened over there" Murong Xianxian thought for a while, and said: "I need a driver and bodyguard there, yesterday I should have felt that Master Peng is stable and reliable, and his skills are not bad, but I only have two sisters and brothers there, if a man lives in it, I'm afraid there will be gossip, if ......"

She hesitated and didn't continue.

Wu Juanjuan and Peng Jun are both smart people, Peng Jun is inconvenient to speak, but Wu Juanjuan said very heartily: "Murong, my skills are no less than Peng Jun, whether it is shooting or driving, there is no problem, if you can trust it, the two of us can work for you together." ”

"Will your family agree?" asked Murong Xianxian.

"I'm not a primary school student, can I still arrange my work?" Wu Juanjuan said nonchalantly.

"That's good. Master Peng, I'll ask Assistant Shen to talk to you about specific things later, do you think it's okay?" asked Murong Xianxian.

"Thank you, chairman!" Of course Peng Jun is willing, although he is also an only son, his parents are dead, and it doesn't matter where he settles.

Panjiayuan thrift market is the most popular antique goods market in the country, located in the southwest of Panjiayuan Bridge, East Third Ring South Road, Beijing, covering an area of 10,000 square meters. The market is divided into a stall area, an ancient building area,

There are six business areas, including the classical furniture area, the modern collection area, the stone carving area, and the catering service area.

Mainly engaged in antique items, handicrafts, collectibles, decorations.

It is said that there are many world celebrities including presidents, presidents, princesses and so on have come here to visit and shop, and it is absolutely a pity to come to Beijing not to come to Panjiayuan Market.

The car is not in front of him, the nearby parking lot has long been full, Peng Jun wandered around and found a parking lot near the hotel to park the car, and the group walked over, Murong Xianxian was worried and separated from Xiaoxiao, and the two of them tied a colored chain on their wrists, although some residents were not very eye-catching, Peng Jun and Wu Juanjuan were a little surprised when they saw it, but they didn't ask anything.

"Why are there so many people?"

Looking at the bustling crowd, this reminded Murong Xianxian of the scene he saw when he was in the countryside.

"It's still early in the morning, and by noon it's time there are more people. Peng Jun said.

In the crowd, there are not only Chinese, but also many foreigners of different ages and genders, walking into the market, from time to time you can see some stall owners and foreigners bargaining fiercely in foreign languages, all of them have red ears and thick necks, which is very interesting.

"Your hawker here is very tall, and he speaks English so well!" Wu Juanjuan is also the first time to come.

"It's also about keeping pace with the times and being in line with international standards. There is a large flow of foreigners in Panjiayuan, and it is easy to lose customers if they don't know foreign languages, so those stall owners will speak some more professional foreign languages. Peng Jun stretched out his hand and pointed to the side... An elderly stall owner was holding a small notebook and communicating with a foreign girl, glancing at it from time to time.

"How many stalls are there?、, Murong Xianxian asked.

"There are about 4,000 of them, and there are millions of goods, but there are not many genuine goods in them, and people who come here will be surprised by nine times out of ten, but those who buy souvenirs are in the right place here, because there are almost all kinds of crafts from all over the country. Peng Jun replied.