At eight o'clock in the evening, a silver-white official car came to the front of the Spring City Hotel, Zheng Xiaoyan stepped out of the car, smiled and said hello to the driver of the official car.

Zheng Xiaoyan had a meal with her parents in the villa of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee in the evening, and she had to do her filial piety no matter how she said it.

After nightfall, the entrance of the Spring City Hotel is very lively, a large number of flower girls are gathered at the door, holding all kinds of flowers in their hands, but they do not shout loudly, just watch the people who get out of the car. If a young man or a woman comes down together, the flower girls will rush up and bring the flowers to the man so that he can buy them for his girlfriend.

Spring City Hotel is the most upscale hotel in the whole Anbei City, the hotel has the city's most high-end KTV club, is the first choice for the rich people in Anbei to entertain at night. Selling flowers at the door of the Spring City Hotel, if the business is good, you can also earn enough to support your own living expenses. It's just that there are quite a few girls selling flowers, and the competition is fierce, and the profit margins of the entire "industry" are pressed to a very low level by this competition.

Zheng Xiaoyan got out of the car alone, and the flower girls did not come around.

According to their experience, single female guests are not good customers. Generally speaking, few girls buy flowers for themselves, and even more girls buy flowers for their boyfriends. Unless you go to the hospital to see a friend, or if you have a friend's birthday, you will buy a bouquet of flowers.

Zheng Xiaoyan is so beautiful, it is estimated that men should buy flowers for her.

However, Zheng Xiaoyan was attracted by the flower girls.

The bunches of delicate and gorgeous flowers of various colors, in different shapes, are delicate and gorgeous, and have a natural attraction for girls who love beauty.

Just as attractive as the flowers are the girls who sell them.

These flower girls are generally between 20 and 30 years old, and the oldest is only in their thirties. There are also a few teenage girls who are also looking for customers with flowers in their hands. It can be seen that the girls have been carefully dressed up, dressed up beautifully, wearing beautiful skirts, and the flowers they hold complement each other.

Selling flowers is a "beautiful" job, flowers, and the person who sells flowers can't be too ugly.

"Xiaojie?"

Zheng Xiaoyan's eyes are very good, and she is among more than a dozen flower sellers at a glance. I recognized the young girl I met on Industrial North Road at noon, the beautiful girl that the bald man Qiangzi was desperately pursuing.

At this time, Xiaojie was still wearing a small floral dress, holding a large bouquet of delicate roses in her hand, although her dress was very cheap and her face was only lightly powdered, but she still looked very eye-catching among a large number of flower girls. That youthful and beautiful atmosphere. It can't be concealed in any way.

"Ah, it's you, reporter...... Miss Reporter......"

Xiaojie also recognized Zheng Xiaoyan at a glance, she didn't know Zheng Xiaoyan's true identity, and when she heard Qiangzi call Zheng Xiaoyan "Miss Reporter", she naturally regarded Zheng Xiaoyan as a reporter. And Zheng Xiaoyan is very much in line with Xiaojie's appearance as a female reporter. In '94, it was far from reaching the point where "reporters were walking all over the streets." Most citizens have little contact with journalists. The female reporters I see in movies and television are all beautiful, moving, and talented.

In Xiaojie's opinion, Miss Reporter is really a great strong woman.

"Xiaojie, what about selling flowers?"

Zheng Xiaoyan walked over with a smile and chatted with Xiaojie, as if they were already very familiar with each other.

The other flower sellers automatically and consciously avoided a few steps and looked at Zheng Xiaoyan curiously. There are many beautiful women who come and go in and out of the Spring City Hotel every day. The style is different, but it is really rare to have such a beautiful and temperamental beauty as Zheng Xiaoyan.

Xiaojie was obviously very nervous in front of Zheng Xiaoyan, and replied with a wince: "Yes, ...... sell flowers."

The sound is like a mosquito.

About Xiaojie also thinks. The title of flower girl is not much to boast about. Moreover, Xiaojie also maintains a certain degree of vigilance against "Miss Reporter", after all, she and Zheng Xiaoyan are not very familiar.

Zheng Xiaoyan's beautiful eyes blinked, and she asked with a smile, "Xiaojie." How do you sell this flower? ”

Zheng Xiaoyan is a human spirit and knows that she and Xiaojie "don't have enough friendship". Standing here and chatting with Xiaojie, it was also a little wrong, so I simply asked directly about the "business".

Sure enough, a flash of surprise flashed in Xiaojie's eyes, and she immediately replied: "Fresh roses, two yuan a piece." ”

In fact, this is also a different location, the price is also different. In other places, roses are only sold for one dollar, and there are many rich people who come to the Spring City Hotel to consume, so they will naturally raise the price. However, the bouquet of roses held by Xiaojie is indeed very fresh and delicate.

"How much does this bouquet of flowers sell?"

"This bouquet of flowers is thirty branches, you can give fifty yuan......

Xiaojie said a little excitedly, her beautiful eyes shining with brilliance.

I really didn't expect to meet a big customer all of a sudden.

In ninety-four years, I was willing to pay fifty yuan to buy a bouquet of roses, after all, it was not much. The average salary of employees is only two or three hundred yuan. Fifty yuan is equivalent to a week's income of an ordinary worker.

Zheng Xiaoyan smiled: "Okay, I bought it all." I have one condition, though. ”

"Conditions?"

Xiaojie's innocent eyes flashed with a touch of incomprehension.

"Rest assured, the conditions are simple. I have a friend who has a birthday today and is in this hotel, and I want to buy this bouquet of flowers for him, so you can take me and go in with me. If it's delivered, I'll give you the money. How's that, trust me, right? ”

Zheng Xiaoyan said with a smile.

Generally speaking, it is easier for particularly beautiful women to gain the favor and trust of others, not to mention Zheng Xiaoyan's temperament, she is still a "Miss Reporter", Xiaojie is very simple, naturally she will not have any doubts about her, she nodded again and again, and said repeatedly: "Trustworthy, trustworthy, no problem, no problem......

As soon as it opened today, she sold thirty roses in one go, making a net profit of more than 30 yuan, not to mention how happy Xiaojie was in her heart. Send the flowers to the hotel with Zheng Xiaoyan, naturally no problem.

"Okay, let's go inside."

Zheng Xiaoyan said with a smile, turned around in a chic manner, led Xiaojie, and the small leather shoes knocked on the marble floor and entered the hotel lobby. Xiaojie followed Zheng Xiaoyan's side, lowered her head slightly, and looked curiously at the resplendent interior of the hotel with the rest of her eyes.

Don't look at the flowers that Xiaojie has been selling here for a few days, in the Spring City Hotel, she really hasn't come in a few times. Generally speaking, the security guards of the hotel do not allow flower girls to enter the hotel to sell, which is too unseemly. But this time, Zheng Xiaoyan took Xiaojie in together, and the security guards naturally wouldn't stop her.

Two beautiful girls got into the elevator and straightened.

Liu Weihong lives in room 606.

Zheng Xiaoyan walked in a beautiful step, her hips swayed lightly, swaying, Xiaojie followed behind her, secretly looking at Zheng Xiaoyan's beautiful back, and blushed a little inexplicably. Even if everyone is a woman, in Xiaojie's eyes, Zheng Xiaoyan is also so feminine, and people can't help but have some "non-non" thoughts.

Before coming to room 606, Zheng Xiaoyan pressed the doorbell.

"Who?"

In the room, Liu Weihong's voice came.

"It's me, Director Liu, your secretary, Miss Zheng Xiaoyan......"

Zheng Xiaoyan teased with a grin.

Listening to Zheng Xiaoyan's words, Xiaojie was startled. It turned out that there was a bureau chief living in this room. Although Xiaojie doesn't know how big an official Liu Weihong is, for her, any director is a big man. Moreover, how did "Miss Reporter" become the secretary of the bureau director again? To have such a secretary must be very remarkable.

Liu Weihong couldn't help but shake his head and opened the door casually.

Unexpectedly, a large bouquet of delicate roses appeared in front of his eyes.

"Director Liu, I wish you a happy birthday, every year has today, every year has today......"

After the flowers, Zheng Xiaoyan's nonsense sounded.

"Why? What kind of fame? ”

Director Liu was simply inexplicable, but he still quickly passed it in his mind, and immediately determined that it was Zheng Xiaoyan who was mischievous, and his birthday was definitely not today. I was a little confused by Zheng Xiaoyan just now, thinking that I was too busy and forgot my birthday.

"Hehe, Lord Director, this Xiaojie, do you still have an impression? Xiaojie, come in! ”

Zheng Xiaoyan put down the bouquet of flowers, said with a smile, and beckoned Xiaojie to enter the door.

Liu Weihong remembered what a memory, his eyes only slid on Xiaojie's face, and he naturally remembered that it was the daughter of the shoe-shining elder sister who met at noon on Gongye North Road today, a very beautiful and timid little girl.

"Hello, Xiaojie."

Liu Weihong changed his face and said hello to Xiaojie with a smile.

"Hello, Liu ...... Director Liu ......"

Xiaojie was a little at a loss. Although she is simple, she also found that this is a guest room, not a private room for dinner, and "Miss Reporter" said that her friend had a birthday, how could she lead her to the guest room?

"Director Liu, that's the case, isn't it your birthday today? I happened to meet Xiaojie selling flowers at the door of the hotel, so I thought, please ask her to send you flowers, if you have any information you want to know, you can talk to her. ”

Zheng Xiaoyan said with a smile, winking at Liu Weihong.

But it turned out that Zheng Xiaoyan wanted to "repair the plank road and secretly cross Chen Cang", in the name of buying flowers, avoiding the eyeliner of Li Baoliang and others. Being "accompanied" by the comrades of the Provincial State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Office and the Municipal State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Office all day long, how easy is it to understand the real situation?

"Nonsense!"

Liu Weihong naturally immediately understood Zheng Xiaoyan's thoughts, couldn't help crying and laughing, glared at her fiercely, and then turned to Xiaojie.

"Xiaojie, how much does this bouquet cost?"

"Five...... Fifty ......"

Liu Weihong nodded, took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, handed it to Xiaojie, and said, "Thank you, Xiaojie." The roses are beautiful and I love them. Don't look for it, you can go back first. ”

How proud Director Liu is, how can he use this "unpopular" way to deceive a little girl who does not know the world to obtain information! (To be continued)