"Appetizing indeed. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Feng looked at the email reply received on his mobile phone, He Feng snickered twice, and the feeling of guilt in his heart suddenly disappeared.

After lunch, Wu Xiaomei said that she would accompany Qiao Yingying to buy stationery, He Feng volunteered to be a driver, and the three of them set off together to the famous stationery street in Haicheng.

The start of school is imminent, stationery street ushered in the hottest time, the alley is crowded with people, there are many parents and students in each store to buy, Qiao Yingying stood at the mouth of the alley, looking at the dense crowd, all a little scalp numb.

"You follow me!" He Feng felt that he had a place to use, and he was full of energy, so he rolled up his sleeves and opened the way for them.

Looking at Yangzi who was dancing in the crowd, Wu Xiaomei curled her lips and smiled, and pulled Qiao Yingying to follow.

With He Feng's help, they successfully squeezed into a store.

Qiao Yingying looked at several Chinese painting paints on the shelves and frowned in confusion.

She still has some of these cheap pigments left at home, but the effect of coloring and blending is not very good.

"Boss, are there any other paints, better?" she asked the middle-aged boss who was greeting guests.

"Yes, yes!" The boss finished looking for money, ran to the back and took a box over, "This is Jiang Futang's cyanine paste, made according to the traditional process, there is such a family in the country, and at a glance you know that it is different from the big road goods on the shelf." ”

Qiao Yingying took a closer look at the indigo paste with the size of a fingernail in the box, which adhered to each other and was bright in color, and when she got closer and smelled it, there was a faint smell.

It's really very similar to what I used in my previous life.

"How much is this?" asked Qiao Yingying.

"This box is 300 yuan, see that you are also a student, give you 280!" said the boss.

Qiao Yingying was startled, a large box of 24 colors on the shelf outside was only this price, this box was 300, so much more expensive! She only had a budget of 1,000 yuan at most, which was not enough.

But if the paint is not good, the effect of the painting will also be affected, what should I do?

She was a little undecided, and Wu Xiaomei next to her was just about to say something, when she saw He Feng take out her wallet, she immediately lowered her face and looked at him with a frown.

He Feng suddenly froze, sighed in his heart, hurriedly took back his wallet, and smiled at Wu Xiaomei.

"That's... I just wanted to help," he explains.

"It's better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish, you look at it carefully, what is help. Wu Xiaomei was very unimpressed by his behavior, glanced at him, and said to the boss: "Boss, the kind on our shelf is the same as the one you have, you give us a cheaper." ”

Qiao Yingying didn't know what to think, took a step back, and stood behind Wu Xiaomei.

In the next ten minutes, He Feng had a good understanding of what Wu Xiaomei meant by helping. I saw that she and the boss have been fighting for hundreds of rounds, what wholesale price is preferred, poor students have no money, the boss must be a person with feelings to do this business, and he will definitely support the cause of education, and finally pointed to Qiao Yingying and said that this is the school flower of the art academy, and he can help the boss do publicity.

The boss was worn by her from impatience to losing his temper, and in the end he really had no choice but to wave his hand, "Take everything you want, just remember to do publicity for me in your school"

In the end, Qiao Yingying spent less than a thousand yuan, with ordinary pigments and a complete set of color pastes from Jiang Futang, plus gifts: a few brushes and a stack of rice paper.

Because the price was so cheap, the boss didn't dare to let the other guests hear it, and he still settled the account secretly.

He Feng couldn't help but give Wu Xiaomei a thumbs up in admiration, Wu Xiaomei raised her chin proudly, and said to Qiao Yingying: "See, next time you have to bargain like this." ”

Qiao Yingying nodded again and again, but she was not very optimistic in her heart.

The last time she accompanied Wu Xiaomei to the small commodity market to buy goods, she had already seen her bargaining skills. She tried it later, but was persuaded to buy a lot of things that she didn't use.

Hey, when will she be as capable as Sister Xiaomei and Sister Michelle?