As soon as I heard the words of selling fruits, a popcorn seller next to me couldn't stand it.

"I said Lao Huang, your words are too bad, where can you tell that people are stealing?"

Lao Huang snorted, "I didn't say it, I just asked, chatting blindly." ”

After finishing speaking, Lao Huang turned his head and stopped caring with people.

Almost all of these vendors don't have a tricycle, and popcorn sellers are no exception.

However, this popcorn seller has one more equipment than others, which is the popcorn stove.

This kind of popcorn stove is no longer common, and now it is very convenient to have a popcorn machine, which is already an antique when it is burned on the fire.

But don't say it, it's this kind of childhood flavor that is more popular among these white-collar workers.

Some people like to eat this bite, but they think that the popcorn machine is not flavorful enough, so his business is okay.

"Brother, my name is Qin Dazhuang, you can call me Da Zhuang, you will work and study after the college entrance examination, you can do it. ”

Wang Zhengjun smiled, and he also had a good impression of this Qin Dazhuang.

"Hehe, subsidize the family and earn some tuition. ”

Qin Dazhuang grabbed a handful of popcorn for Wang Zhengjun and put it in his hand, "Okay, let's make a friend, and we will take care of it in the future." ”

After the popcorn was given, Qin Dazhuang set his eyes on Wang Zhengjun's oranges, on this hot day, Wang Zhengjun's oranges were delicious at first glance, and they were also placed in the refrigerator, which must be sweet and thirst-quenching.

"Brother, your oranges are pretty good, isn't it sweet?"

Wang Zhengjun nodded, "Well, it's okay." ”

Wang Zhengjun knew that this guy was worried about his oranges, so just a few popcorns wanted to exchange for my nine-colored kumquats? You think too much, right?

Wang Zhengjun was eating popcorn while smiling and putting up the sign.

"Nine-colored kumquats, one thousand, Tong Su is not deceived, and there is no bargaining. ”

Qin Dazhuang: ......

Qin Dazhuang's face instantly darkened.

Brother, you're a bit picky, but you're also new here, why do you have to send a few oranges to make a good relationship, right?

You don't give out oranges, even if you still sell a thousand?

Qin Dazhuang carefully looked at the sign of Wang Zhengjun for a long time, and after making sure that he was not mistaken, he asked with a shocked face.

"Brother, your orange is a thousand yuan a yuan?"

"Yes, Brother Zhuang will take care of the business and have a taste?"

The corners of Qin Dazhuang's mouth twitched fiercely, thinking to himself a thousand I will taste a fart, how many days will it take to sell popcorn to be able to afford you an orange?

The fruit seller next to him sneered, "I said, young man, are you here to shoot short videos, or are you engaged in performance art? A thousand yuan a orange, do you think everyone is stupid, or do you think you are too smart?"

Wang Zhengjun just smiled and didn't speak, whether he was a fool or not, he would know later.

After a while, Qin Dazhuang whispered to Wang Zhengjun.

"Brother, this Lao Huang is so virtuous, it's not easy for everyone to do business outside, you can bear with him if he squeezes you. ”

Wang Zhengjun nodded, his peers are enemies, but the old yellow is just selling ordinary fruits, which cannot be compared with Wang Zhengjun's nine-colored kumquats.

After a while, a few pedestrians passed by, all of them just looked, and everyone basically didn't open.

However, Qin Dazhuang sold a few catties of popcorn, and the stove for this popcorn was kicked with his foot after it was baked, as if a cannon had exploded, and the sound was very loud.

This can attract a lot of people to come and watch, so he has some business.

Many people saw that Wang Zhengjun's oranges were also attracted by the color, but as soon as they saw the price, they were speechless, rolled their eyes, scolded a neuropathy and left.

When Lao Huang saw this scene, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Young people nowadays are really whimsical and funny. ”

Wang Zhengjun didn't take Lao Huang's ridicule seriously, although the price of this orange is indeed a little higher, but there must be knowledge and needs.

For white-collar workers in today's society, a thousand yuan should be acceptable.

Soon, at half-past eleven o'clock in the afternoon, these vendors were all in good spirits, and the finger cakes and pancakes sold next to them had already made several portions in advance.

Qin Dazhuang explained to Wang Zhengjun, "It's half past eleven o'clock, and many people will come out to buy things for a while, and the peak of our day is the entire time period." ”

Lao Huang is also very interested, cutting a lot of fruits and putting them in boxes, the weather is so hot today, he should be able to sell a lot of fruits.

After all this was done, in less than five minutes, many people walked from the office building, most of them young women.

Men generally eat in the cafeteria, while women are more picky and prefer to eat these delicious snacks.

Looking at the beautiful beauties with long hair fluttering over, these vendors were very excited and began to shout.

Among the many hawkers, Wang Zhengjun seemed to be very maverick, leaning against the big tree to enjoy the shade, without the slightest sense of competition.

Soon, there was a long queue in front of each stall, but Wang Zhengjun was empty in front of him.

Lao Huang had a hint of irony on his face, thinking that at your price, it would be like selling oranges?

Just in front of Lao Huang's fruit stand, a woman suddenly came, wearing high heels, and hurried over.

"Boss, pack me some oranges. ”

This woman is wearing white professional clothes, black stockings, long wavy curly hair, tall figure, perfect legs, she is really a superb urban beauty......

But this woman is very good-looking, she shouldn't be a regular customer, even if she looks good, she can't cut the queue.

"I'm sorry, girl, you have to line up. ”

The woman frowned slightly, glanced back at the long line, was a little impatient, turned her head, and saw that there was no one on Wang Zhengjun's side.

"I want a few oranges. ”

Wang Zhengjun leaned against the tree and didn't move, and said lightly, "I'm a nine-colored kumquat, a thousand yuan each, how many do you want?"

The woman was slightly stunned, "What? a thousand yuan a piece?"

When I looked down, I saw the price card written by Wang Zhengjun.

The woman was a little angry, but pulled out a wad of red bills.

"Five of them!"

"Okay. ”

Wang Zhengjun used the cheapest plastic bag to fill five oranges, and collected 5,000 yuan.

The woman glared at him before leaving, "Profiteer!"

In her eyes, this Wang Zhengjun must have seen that she was in a hurry to buy it, so he sold it at such an expensive price.

If it weren't for Mr. Lin's sudden desire to eat, she wouldn't have spent such an expensive price to buy this broken orange.

I just hope that Mr. Lin will be in a better mood after eating this orange.

Before leaving, the woman turned around and said a word.

"If the oranges don't taste good, see if I don't come back to you!"