"Wait a minute!" The sales manager took out the POS from behind, and then carefully took Qiu Ping's card and swiped it on the POS machine, Dididi, Dididi. The sound of the machine printing a POS receipt was issued.

Didi, Didi. Qiu Ping's mobile phone received a credit card consumption prompt, 320,000 yuan,

"Sir, there are a few pieces of clothes in the clothes you just looked at that are more than 30,000 yuan, and a few are more than 20,000 pieces, so more than 30 pieces of clothes, a total of 320,000 yuan, do you need us to deliver them to your door?" said the sales manager attentively.

"No need!" After Qiu Ping finished speaking, all the people just now looked at a few people speechlessly, and at this time, a few people came in from outside and said to the crowd: "May I ask who is Mr. Qiu Ping?"

"I'm here, take the clothes yourself. Qiu Ping said.

"We are from the Dachang Civil Affairs Bureau, thank you for your donation to our Civil Affairs Bureau. ”

It turned out that when his father was choosing clothes, Qiu Ping had already asked Wang Li to contact the Shaanxi Provincial Department of Civil Affairs to contact the Shu Provincial Department of Civil Affairs, and then to contact the Dachang Civil Affairs Bureau.

Of more than 30 pieces of clothes, Qiu Ping chose a few for his father, and then donated the rest to the lonely and widowed elderly through the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Although the clothes are a little expensive, but for charity, I don't pay attention to these things at all.

The most important thing is that as long as he is happy, Qiu Ping doesn't often do things that pretend to be slapped in the face, but since he has decided to do it, he has to make himself feel good, not to mention that he can beat so many people for a year, more than 300,000 is a fart.

Father and mother looked at Qiu Ping, there was a false alarm just now, and the police and Liu Minghao were already stunned. The reporter's sense of smell is more sensitive than anyone else's, and as soon as the people from the Civil Affairs Bureau arrived, they were busy transferring the camera to this side, and by the way, they started to do an interview.

The mysterious rich man donated hundreds of thousands of clothes ....... to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"Hmph!" Liu Minghao shook his hand and walked out of the store angrily.

At this moment, the sales manager couldn't take care of other customers, and was busy helping Qiu Ping pack the selected clothes.

The shopping guide, who was still arrogant just now, had already put down his body and sent Qiu Ping and the three of them out with a smile.

"Look at you, you're engaged in such a big battle. Mother said.

"Hehe, this is still big, I promise that when our store opens, it will be ten times bigger than this. "With this publicity, needless to say, the media will take the initiative to find Qiu Ping to report on it, and when Qiu Ping is looking for reporters to do some paid news when he opens, the effect is even better than this.

It's not hard to get two paid news stories this year.

Walking out of the store, Qiu Ping went to buy his mother a few high-end leather jackets, and his mother kept shirking it, and finally Qiu Ping pretended to be a business to buy the clothes in the entire store.

Where can my mother stand it, if she buys it, she has to donate it again? There is no way to choose a few pieces at random, Qiu Ping checks out and pays, more than 10,000 yuan is done, and the three of them leisurely take a taxi home, and their parents are full of joy all the way.

"Pingzi, Liu Minghao is the director of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, do you say that he will be stuck in our store just now?"

"It's okay, he doesn't have that ability!" Qiu Ping said.

Qiu Ping has already found an intermediary to get the business license of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and now he is talking about not allowing him to operate? Just kidding, the formalities are complete, and he has not done anything illegal.

When the time comes, if he Liu Minghao really dares to get stuck and not let him open, I, Qiu Ping, will not be polite to him!

......。

"Dad, look at their arrogant appearance just now. Liu Shanshan said.

"A few turtles, just a few stinky money. Liu Minghao was talking, passing by the pedestrian street, looking at a shop under renovation, and then remembered that Jiang Hong mentioned that the store Qiu Ping bought was about to open a Li Ning store.

To open a store, the procedures must be complete, not to mention the rest, the business license must be stuck.

"Don't worry, I'll let them know that the pot is iron. ”

At work the next day, Liu Minghao asked his subordinates to check whether anyone had registered the business license of the Li Ning store, and if not, it would be directly stuck at that time.

Who knows, a few minutes later, the clerk found the business license of the Li Ning store from the computer.

"Bureau Liu, their business license has been completed!"

"What? I don't even know about this!" Liu Minghao said as he looked at the clerk.

"Bureau Liu, you have a lot of opportunities every day, where can you bother ....... As soon as the clerk said a few words, he found that Liu Minghao's face had changed, and he hurriedly turned the conversation around and said: "This business license is handled by an intermediary who cooperates with us, so there is no big trouble in the procedures, but if you want to find a mistake, it is not difficult! We have not verified their business license, and it is not handled by me, so we can ...... this alone." ”

"Okay, I see!" Liu Minghao looked at the clerk and smiled.

Although Qiu Ping obviously thinks things too simply, since ancient times, the people have not fought with the rich, and the rich have not fought with the officials.

Obviously, Liu Minghao has found a way to clean up Qiu Ping, logically speaking, they can be regarded as relatives, Qiu Ping, this kid is two generations behind him, if he is kind and grovels in front of his elders, then forget it.

But Qiu Ping actually showed off a few stinky money in front of him here, and he didn't want to think about the poor and sour appearance of their old Qiu family in front of him.

Liu Minghao picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number, "Old Zhou, there is something I want to trouble you ......." ”

......。

On the twenty-ninth day of the first month, at this time, the countryside had begun to prepare the dishes for the Chinese New Year's Eve, and Qiu Ping came back and had been busy working outside, so he simply helped his parents at home today and did housework.

I haven't lived in the countryside for seven or eight years, and many things are a little uncomfortable, my father grinds soy milk in front of the old stone mill, and my mother adds soybeans with water to the stone mill.

Qiu Ping took out his mobile phone and took a photo of his parents gently.

Parents' rustic faces, inside the camera.

In 08, the pixels of mobile phones are generally not high, and the Nokia held by Qiu Ping is only 1.3 million pixels, and the photos are displayed on the color screen, and the grid is a little rough.

Didi, Didi.

The text message rang, and an MMS message appeared on Qiu Ping's mobile phone, and when he opened it, he took a screenshot of the TV sent by Zhang Biao.

"Dachang is a mysterious tyrant, buying hundreds of thousands of clothes and brand-name clothes to give away to the lonely and widowed elderly!"

Then Zhang Biao made a phone call and said: "Mr. Qiu, are you addicted to doing charity?" ah, haha!"

"you!" Qiu Ping said with a smile.

"Get back to business!" Lao Qiu, are you on a relationship with anyone?" asked Zhang Biao.

According to Qiu Ping's understanding, if he wanted to do charity, he would never do this, and even a fool would not bring brand-name clothes to the lonely and widowed elderly these days. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie