Chapter 20: The Little Boy Who Bought a Motorcycle
"You're going to do a live stream?" Huo Shiyuan was curious, would a person with such skills as her bend over for mundane things?
In his impression, those anchors shouting microphone and selling goods to PK are incompatible with her.
"Yes, lack of money." Gu Ling poured water for the two of them, and watched Xu Xinyi skillfully adjust her beauty, and after a while, her head was at least a little smaller in the video.
When Gu Ling and Huo Shiyuan were dumbfounded, a new guest suddenly came outside.
When he entered, he immediately attracted the attention of the three of them.
"Huh? It's a child. Xu Xinyi was a little surprised.
Gu Ling approached the other party and squatted down to ask him if he needed anything.
That attitude is not much different from treating adults.
"I want to buy a motorcycle." The little boy is a cap head, which is very similar to a hat on his head and then cut his hair according to the shape of the hat.
Gu Ling explained: "This is not for the sale of toys. β
"I know, I came to buy it for my father, and my father wanted a motorcycle, but my mother, sister, and grandmother and I had to eat, so my father didn't have a motorcycle, and they said they could buy a motorcycle for my father here."
The child's tone is still naΓ―ve and ignorant, in fact, he is only about six or seven years old, and his clothes are yellow and old.
It can be seen from the neckline of the cuffs that it has been brushed clean.
Xu Xinyi also wanted to say to the children: "Let the adults in your family come to ......"
But Gu Ling had already stood up and said. "Yes."
"Huh? They didn't lie to me, I want to buy a big rumbling motorcycle, is that okay? The little boy took out a stationery bag, which was full of coins, and took out a plastic bag, which contained a lot of money, but it was basically five yuan a piece, and occasionally five cents could be seen.
Seeing that Gu Ling was so determined, Xu Xinyi also guessed the reason why Gu Ling would do this business, so she couldn't help but get up and took the initiative to go over to help count the money: "Two hundred and seventy-five." β
After speaking, she looked at the sign on the wall: "In the vehicle, there is no motorcycle." β
"Because everyone has started with sedans recently, other vehicles are also charged according to ordinary cars, which cost two hundred and eighty-eight." It's not that she deliberately sells paper products high, she has her reasons.
"Then, I'll give you five dollars." Xu Xinyi took out five yuan and gave it to Gu Ling.
Gu Ling went to the transportation spot column, there were many models in the cabinet against the wall, she stretched out her hand and asked the child to come and choose.
The little boy was dazzled, and finally chose a car with a long back seat, Gu Ling took the small model, went to the coffin shop opposite, knocked a few times, and a bird's nest came out of it.
The twenty-eight or nine-year-old young man scratched his face: "Make this today?" β
"Well, do it now, the guests are waiting."
"Got it, wait two hours." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.
Gu Ling took out a hundred and gave it to him, and Xiaoli took the model and went back.
"What is this?"
"Oh, most of my paper here is made by their father and son." After Gu Ling finished speaking, he put more than forty in his carry-on bag, and threw the rest into the merit box.
The little boy had to wait for two hours, he said that he was from a nearby scrapyard and had to go back to help his mother with the housework, and asked what time it was in two hours, and then he ran away.
"He ......," Xu Xinyi wanted to say and stopped.
Gu Ling nodded, diverted the topic, and asked Xu Xinyi what she thought of this live broadcast, she just found that Xu Xinyi was quite skilled in clicking on the backstage.
"Oh, I studied design for a while before, and I'm familiar with these software, if you don't want to show your face, you can also buy this virtual device, as long as you put equipment on the joint position of your body, you can design a cartoon image instead of your real person."
Gu Ling listened carefully, and she didn't know when, two pieces of paper floated over her shoulders, smaller than the palm of her hand, and they didn't even attract Xu Xinyi's attention.
A hand reached out from the stab, quickly and without warning, and pointed directly at the two paper men.