Under a bridge in the capital, Wang Xiaoer, as the most diligent newspaper delivery man and retail businessman, was riding his small three-wheeled bicycle and waiting for the arrival of this masthead rain or shine.

He took a cigarette from his colleague on West Street, and saw a white broken car driving over on the dusty road with yellow smoke.

The masthead 'Smoking Gun' is a newspaper retailer in the largest area east of the capital city, and he has more than 30 newspaper dispatchers under his command.

As a successful person, he trusts his professional vision very much, and it is said that the distribution bureau has sent a new magazine today, but he doesn't have the heart to read it carefully, since others give him a conservative amount, how can he give the other party a little face.

I still have the ability to eat this batch of goods by myself.

Thinking of the smoking gun here, he braked the car and parked the dying car in the center of the newsman gathering place.

The cigarette gun opened the trunk, and the dispatcher came forward with a special eyesight, and took the initiative to help the newspaper head unload the goods.

The cigarette gun took out the cigarette in his hand, and Wang Xiaoer diligently lit the cigarette of his own leader.

"You all read carefully, don't confuse your names, and there is a new magazine published today, or the old rule, according to the number of newsstands in charge!"

"Huh??"

"How so? Boss, have you ever palmed your eyes first, their new magazine likes to give overdose. ”

"That's right, one by one, I can't help myself, and I don't want to return it to the magazine in a week?"

When Wang Xiaoer heard this, his hand that took back the lighter trembled, his career had just expanded to two kiosks, and he encountered such a thing, whether it was a blessing or a curse, and now it is unpredictable.

The cigarette gun bit the fart in his mouth and yelled at the people under him: "What are you yelling about! What are you yelling about? Am I the one who doesn't care about your life or death? What Lao Tzu wants is a low guarantee, when did you Brother Yan and I pit you! ”

The newspaper dispatchers were relieved, if the newsstand was returned, the loss would have to be shared on their heads, and the labor cost was not money?

"Stop talking nonsense, let your people be diligent, it's 6 o'clock, and one by one Malier will move the newspapers."

Everyone was down-to-earth, and dozens of people didn't need a while to move the car full of magazines and newspapers.

Countless tricycles left the bridge and scattered like a tide in all directions.

The cigarette gun spat out the fart that was about to be smoked on the ground, rubbed it with the sole of the cloth shoe, and then covered the trunk with a broken face and prepared to go home to catch up on sleep.

There was a missing magazine in the back slit of the small noodle car, and the cigarette gun pulled it out of the side seam, and at a glance he saw the giveaway in the magazine packaging, which was a round red lip gloss.

Hey, I'll take it out and give it to my mother-in-law later, so that she won't have to keep yelling to buy those expensive cosmetics.

The delicate plastic wrapper was torn open, the small transparent lip gloss fell into the hands of the sniffer, and he casually glanced at the cover of the magazine.

If I remember correctly, this is today's new fashion magazine, this foreign magazine is a rich, hardcover printed magazine, and with a giveaway, a copy is only 15 yuan.

The style of that glance has been forgotten in the rivers and lakes since then.

The cigarette gun was immediately attracted by the VOGUE magazine in his hand, and the colorful lip gloss box in his hand was also concealed by the brilliance of the model on the cover.

He flipped through the newly issued magazine, and closed the pages with a shudder, but his eyes looked at the page cover in front of him without blinking.

It's as if he is back to the day when he was 18 years old and his wife Xinghua was in the summer wheat straw stack, the same romantic and refreshing, and passionate.

I have to do something now to be worthy of the face on the cover. Bonister picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hey, Lao Li? Alas, yes, it's me, today's new issue of the magazine is that V, that black and white fashion magazine, alas, yes, didn't I order a minimum of 20 copies for each newsstand under my hand? ”

"I just read it, I have more than 600 newsstands under my hand and I need an extra 6,000 copies in stock."

"No, no, it's not reserved, reserved, I'm going to get the goods as soon as I sell out here."

"Alas, you said that there is a lot of stock, don't worry? That's done! It's all up to you, Lao Li. ”

The cigarette gun let out a sigh, hung up the phone in his hand, smirked at the co-pilot's still cold and arrogant magazine cover, put the lip gloss on the thin lips of Qin Guan's photo, and stepped on the accelerator to go home to find Mrs. Xinghua.

At this time, Wang Xiaoer, the newspaper dispatcher, wiped the sweat on his head and pedaled three wheels hard, and the first newsstand was close in front of him.

Lao Zhang, the owner of the kiosk, was unloading the baffle from the outside of the pavilion, he looked at the approach of the small three-wheeler, and greeted without looking back: "Xiao Wang, you unload the goods first, or according to the old rules, I can't spare my hand here, so I won't greet you." ”

"Alas!"

Wang Xiaoer responded crisply, took the magazines and newspapers from the first stall out of the car, and put them in front of the magazine shelves outside the pavilion.

The first one is done, and you can hurry up, and before the newsstand is on the stall at 7 o'clock, it will be all delivered.

The little three wheels slowly pedaled away, and Lao Zhang took scissors to cut the boxy packing nylon rope of the bundle, and began to put it on the shelf according to the type.

It won't be long before the newsstand next to the subway entrance will usher in its first peak sales period.

Urban office workers in a hurry, carrying backpacks and breakfast, walked towards the subway station entrance where they must sit every day.

When passing by the newsstand, many people will stop for a while and pick out the reading materials that can kill time during the long journey to work for more than ten or even dozens of minutes.

"Boss, come to Ruili!" A fashionably dressed young girl, digging into her wallet and scanning magazines on a shelf.

"Well, wait, I'll see." The little girl's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the black and white scenery in the covers of the colorful magazines.

She reached out and pulled the book out of the magazine shelf, and the full picture of VOGUE was revealed.

Among the cover photos of many female stars, Qin Guan's black and white photos have become the most eye-catching covers.

The light eyelashes, the confused eyes, and the slightly open thin lips all reveal the essence of shocking beauty. The slender neck and beautiful Adam's apple all show the masculinity of style.

"Boss, I want this book, alas, with a giveaway? I want two! ”

Buy one more copy and get it for the little sisters with the most common interests and tastes in the office, this is the first issue, and such a beautiful magazine is not to be missed.

"Thanks, 30 pieces!"

The little girl took out three bills and handed them to the boss, and pulled out the same one from the shelf.

The old man who received the money touched his chin thoughtfully, looked at the bookshelves that had been vacated, moved all the VOGUE magazines out of it, and took out four more books and put them on the shelves, so that it was even more obvious, and the crowd passing by in the distance saw the black and white style in the red and willow green. (To be continued.) )