Chapter 413 - Delivering Courier or Delivering Food (The Ninth Update for Windmill Cars is Just a Legend)
When a ray of sunlight in the early morning shines through the gap in the curtain and reflects on Liu Su'an's sleeping face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
He opened his eyes slightly, staring hazely at everything around him.
A new day has crept in.
"It's another sunny day, I like ......"
He stretched out his arms and stretched his muscles.
"It's time to get up, I'm going to set off again, and I'm going to fight for honor again......" The corners of his mouth pulled into a confident and perfect smile.
He will once again embark on the journey of "Goddess Clothes".
After the previous few trainings, coupled with the god-level paintbrush in hand this time, his confidence couldn't help but increase a few points.
Getting up, dressing, washing, and eating breakfast, he didn't slack off for a moment.
He dragged his luggage out the door.
I was going to go to the new house to see the sales of ties.
Can go out as soon as you go out......
I saw that the driver was already waving at him.
In order not to delay time, he also couldn't care about the sales of ties that made him "dream".
He hurriedly got into the car and went to the airfield......
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The postal guy drove his eye-catching postal car slowly towards the gate of the new fashion magazine.
"Hey! I've been running here hard enough lately. The postal brother pulled his lips and teased himself, he looked up, and the big words "New Fashion Magazine" came into his eyes.
For the past week or so, he has been running to this new fashion magazine almost every day, more often than the regular employees here.
He felt that if he was an employee of this magazine, he would be the most diligent award.
If you don't send it, it's really unreasonable!
His car was parked safely at the gate of the new fashion magazine.
He then opened the driver's cab door and walked out, opening the door in the back seat.
I don't know, I am shocked.
This pile of packages is all from New Fashion Magazine.
His mouth couldn't help but stop in mid-air: "Wow...... There are so many pieces. β
In that moment......
His face was completely replaced by embarrassment in capital letters.
If there is no buying and selling, there is no killing!
The helplessness in his heart spread in the bottom of his heart.
But......
He has always been optimistic, and there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome: "Hehe...... Find a bag to put it, who will let you do this business? It's really the so-called three hundred and sixty lines, and the line is the champion, little brother, I'm proud of myself. β
He took out the large woven bag and packed the packages into the large woven bag one by one.
"Gone." He carried the large woven bag over his shoulders and walked towards the front desk of the new fashion.
At this moment, he felt that he was missing a red hat and a white beard, and with these equipment, he was like a present-delivering Santa Claus.
He shook his head helplessly as he walked and headed inside.
"Hello, little brother, you're here again." The front desk lady heard the footsteps, looked up, and just saw the postal brother, she naturally greeted her.
"Hello, yes, I'm here again. This is your magazine's package today, please sign for it. He put the big woven bag on the ground and said to the front desk lady with a smile.
The front desk lady stood up, stretched her neck to look at the big woven bag on the ground, and looked at the postal guy with a surprised expression.
"Do I have dirt on my face?" Being looked at so directly by the front desk lady, the postal brother stroked his face awkwardly, and looked at the front desk lady with curiosity in his eyes, showing a sincere smile.
"Nope." The front desk lady shook her head, and when she saw the postal brother's naΓ―ve appearance, she hid her face and smiled.
The postal guy frowned, scratching his head with a blank expression.
"Little brother, what is in your woven bag? It can't be all packages from our magazine, right? The front desk lady pointed to the bulging woven bag and smiled.
"Of course it's your magazine's package, if not, why did I work so hard to get here." The postal brother's tone was full of faint helplessness, and he then pointed to the big woven bag and said, "Please sign for it." β
"There are so many, I don't have a place to put them! Why don't you just go in and deliver it? "The front desk lady saw so many pieces and flipped through them roughly.
Looking at the nicknames of the familiar recipients inside, she understood that they were all in one department, and she smiled slightly.
But she felt that it was too much space to put all of them at the front desk, and besides, she didn't have that much effort to send them!
"Won't I, I'm going to carry it again?" The postal brother's brows instantly wrinkled into a single brow, the shoulder he was being hit just now has not been relieved, this is going to happen again, and his whole person feels bad.
"Little brother, you're the best, you won't watch me be carried by a delicate little woman, right?" The front desk lady said in a coquettish tone, with a delicate face.
The front desk lady showed a look of pity and pity that I saw.
made the tough guy's heart sprout, and he finally moved his compassion.
He nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll just send it in." β
"Then please come with me." The front desk lady led the way in front.
"Okay." The postal brother nodded, and immediately picked up the big woven bag again and walked out the door.
The two walked to the office area one after the other.
As soon as you enter the office area.
The postal boy shouted with a smile on his face: "Santa Claus is here to deliver gifts to everyone, welcome and welcome." β
The atmosphere of this office was instantly ignited because of the arrival of the little brother.
"Has my piece arrived?"
"It's the postal guy! My ink cheongsam has arrived. β
"This time it's quite fast, and I can finally put on my lace dress."
"It's the postal guy who sent the mail." The front desk lady replied affirmatively.
Suddenly......
The postal guy was completely surrounded.
"Wait a minute, don't grab it, stand up for me, line up, I can only come and get it if I call my name, if you don't line up, I won't give the package." The postal brother faced this group of "women's army" and said seriously.
"Okay......" everyone said in unison.
This really worked, and the staff who were still chattering suddenly quieted down, and everyone lined up in anticipation.
"Yes, I'm starting to call now, and those who shout their names will come and get them immediately, and those who get the package will sign for it for me immediately, and then give me the bottom list." The postal guy cleared his throat.
The postal guy took out the first package, looked at the recipient's name on it and shouted: "Bun a ......"
The first package was then collected.
He continued to shout: "A steamed bun...... Flower roll a ...... A fritter ...... 1 cup soy milk...... Haha......"
He shouted and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "How do I think I'm not delivering a courier, but a takeaway?" Are your magazines all foodies? The nickname made me feel like I was on the wrong side for a moment. β
"Haha......"
As soon as these words came out, the audience burst into laughter.