Chapter 632: Thanks, dried seafood

A few minutes later, Shi Qinghuan took the clothes from the salesman's hand, and when she was about to go to the counter selling men's clothes to have a look, she saw the salesperson secretly stuffing two pairs of cotton socks into her hands.

Then he whispered to her: "I have a commission of ten yuan for selling this coat, and these two pairs of socks are my thanks to you."

"Okay, then you're welcome." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, he briskly stuffed his socks into his bag, and then turned around and walked towards the counter selling boys' clothes.

When she came to the counter selling men's clothes, she saw that there were no clothes suitable for Mu Yanjun in the counter, and it seemed that Mu Yanjun's clothes were going to Beijing to buy them.

Otherwise, if she gave Luo Meng clothes alone, Mu Yanjun's heart would definitely be jealous, and everyone knew whose vinegar she was eating, so she wouldn't say anything.

"Sister Huanhuan, why are you here?" Zhang Changliang saw Shi Qinghuan not long after entering the department store, and he immediately greeted Shi Qinghuan.

"I'm here to buy something, how about you? Why are you here? ”

"I was kicked out by Brother Mu, and I had already repaired the machine last night, so I didn't have anything to do today, and Brother Mu thought I was noisy, so he blasted me out."

Shi Qinghuan was not surprised at all when he heard Zhang Changliang's words, because Zhang Changliang was really annoying sometimes.

Thinking of this, she asked Zhang Changliang, "Do you have anything to buy?" ”

"No, I'll just wander around."

"Oh, then I'll go shopping, you can continue shopping."

"Don't, meeting is fate, since we met, let's go shopping together."

"Okay, I just don't have a person to carry something, so I'm going to work hard for you next." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, he threw the clothes in his hand to Zhang Changliang without any psychological burden.

After Zhang Changliang took the clothes that Shi Qinghuan threw to him, he saw the clothes in the bag, and then he said to Shi Qinghuan: "Sister Huanhuan, you are still young, don't wear such a stable color, I will wear you old." ”

"I know the clothes in the bag are not what I am wearing, so don't worry."

"Well, what's going on next?"

"I don't know, just walk around, maybe there's something you like."

Zhang Changliang didn't speak again after hearing Shi Qinghuan's words, but accompanied Shi Qinghuan around the department store.

A few minutes later, Shi Qinghuan came to the counter selling dry goods, and she saw that there were dried shrimp, dried abalone and other seafood sold at the counter, and her eyes lit up immediately.

Then she asked the salesman, "Comrade, how do you buy this dried shrimp?" ”

"One dollar and one pound, no tickets."

"What about dried abalone and scallops?"

"A piece of dried abalone does not cost a ticket for five pounds, and the price of conpoy is the same as that of dried shrimp, which is a dollar and a pound without a ticket."

Shi Qinghuan's eyes brightened even more after listening to the salesperson's words, and then she spoke again and asked the salesperson, "Is there a limit to the number of these things that can be purchased?" ”

"There is no limit, we locals are not used to eating these things, so you can buy as many as you want."

"Then I'll have it all."

"What? Do you want it all? ”

"That's right, you calculate how many catties there are, and then help me pack them directly."

After hearing Shi Qinghuan's words, the salesperson looked at Shi Qinghuan with the eyes of a fool, but it was rare for her to encounter such a wronged boss all year round, so she naturally would not let it go, so she immediately went to count the inventory.