After chatting a few words, the sister-in-law hung up the line.

Su Yan was very happy in her heart, because of the progress and changes of her mother Liu Guilan.

After she took a deep breath, she picked up the phone and called Tan Yingjie.

When I called the hotel, it was the waiter at the front desk who answered the phone, and after I was transferred to the office, I waited for more than ten seconds before Tan Yingjie's lazy voice came from the receiver.

"Hello, who is looking for me?"

"Yingjie, it's me!" Su Yan said in a calm tone.

She is serious, but talking about Yingjie is crazy alone!

No, to be precise, since the showdown with him, his identity has become a male girlfriend, and his personality has also rapidly changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there is a vague tendency to collapse.

"Ah, is it Su Yan's little sister?

What's the good thing about looking for me?

Hey, let me guess, you don't miss me, do you?"

Su Yan rolled his eyes and said angrily: "There is no one who is right, I have something serious to do with you!"

Tan Yingjie sat up straight, put away his hippie smile, and said quite seriously: "If there is any place where I can be used, even if you command, the small one will definitely be done, and there will be no two words!"

Su Yan couldn't help laughing, and said again: "It's going to be poor."

That's right, my mother needs 200 pickle packets over there, and you didn't expect her to actually sell pickles in Kyoto, right?"

In order to talk about Yingjie's current large market share, it is absolutely impossible to look down on the number of two hundred pickle packets, a business of more than ten yuan, so what is the business?

If you ask for goods from other dealers, you can't reach him to talk, okay?

According to his arrogant temperament, he will be asked to report and ship this amount, and he must not die of exhaustion?

But who is Su Yan? Can he be the same as everyone else?

Don't say two hundred packs, it's one pack, as long as she asks for it, she will drive from the county seat to Harbin City, he is willing, and he will rush to the three words in his heart: I am willing!

"Two hundred packets of pickles, yes, Auntie's ability is amazing!" Tan Yingjie's kung fu against his will is also growing day by day.

Su Yan didn't know that he was saying flattering words, and he didn't break it, and said with a smile: "Well, I'm quite surprised, after all, my mother is so honest!"

"That's it, Auntie has gone to Kyoto to see the market, and her vision is different!

Su Yan, how are you going to send these two hundred packets of pickles? Are you sending them to the post office or what?" Tan Yingjie asked.

"I was about to tell you, you can help me deliver it to my aunt's store tomorrow, my brother-in-law is going to the state-owned garment factory tomorrow to help pack and ship to the distributor in Kyoto, and the pickles will be sent over with a piece." Su Yan said.

Tan Yingjie said well, thought about it, and said to Su Yan: "Since it is convenient to piggyback, you might as well match some more, what is the use of two hundred packs? I will send five hundred packs directly tomorrow." ”

Su Yan thinks that it is also the same, I don't know when it will be delivered to Kyoto next time, if the two hundred packs of pickles are consumed and have to be mailed again, the freight will not be cost-effective.

"Okay, then listen to you!Yingjie, remember to keep my account of the shipment quantity!" Su Yan commanded.

Tan Yingjie didn't like Su Yan to tell everything so clearly from himself, and said a little unhappily: "Long-winded!"

"I'll have to say it, okay, hang up first, and I'll invite you to dinner next time I go back!" Su Yan said with a light smile.

Tan Yingjie snorted lightly: "The little money you make from selling pickles is not enough to invite me to dinner, so I'll invite you!"

Su Yan couldn't help laughing, and he said twice.

In this world, men are all virtuous, and they feel that letting women pay the bill and lose their share, Su Yan has no choice but to fulfill his macho thoughts!js3v3