Looking forward to it, fans are looking forward to the arrival of the next live broadcast more than Zhao Feng, and the village secretary of Dawa Village is looking forward to his in-depth cooperation with Zhao Feng.

After many inquiries, the village party secretary of Dawa Village found Zhao Feng's contact information, and stood in front of Zhao Feng's house, waiting for Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng's hobby on weekdays is to play games and watch DVDs, and he hasn't expanded his hobby for a long time.

As soon as the filming of the new drama ended today, Zhao Feng rushed home non-stop.

In the process of going home to watch the disc game, Zhao Feng also wanted to be accompanied by snacks, because they were called comfortable on such days.

When he arrived near home, Zhao Feng did not return home, but rushed into a nearby convenience store first.

"A good wife with a big spicy strip, a big instant noodle, a small braised egg like a ......"

Zhao Feng thought in pieces, and suddenly a wrinkled hand appeared in front of Zhao Feng.

"Brother Zhao Feng, I recommend a new snack to you, this snack is delicious."

While speaking, regardless of whether Zhao Feng agreed or not, this slightly rustic middle-aged man took a pack of yam potato chips from a plate of shelves and put it in front of Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng was confused by the actions of the man in front of him.

The man's face was full of simplicity, and he was expecting Zhao Feng to taste this bag of yam potato chips soon.

"Brother Zhao Feng, I didn't lie to you, these potato chips are delicious, you buy them back, it's not delicious."

As soon as the man spoke, the local atmosphere became even stronger, looking at the middle-aged man in his 40s, how could he like to eat this kind of snack potato chips Zhao Feng stood up straight and stared at the man with wide eyes.

"Who is you, do I know you?"

The man was a guest in Zhao Feng's live broadcast room, so he naturally knows a little about Zhao Feng.

As soon as he saw Zhao Feng, he still thought like that.

"Brother Zhao Feng, you big Internet celebrity don't know me, it's very likely that I am a fan of your live broadcast room, and I always like you."

Zhao Feng is also very happy to meet such a simple fan, after all, there are too many people around him who brag about being unreliable on weekdays.

Zhao Feng let go of his vigilance against this man, and after paying the money, he opened the bag of snacks recommended by the man and stuffed it into his mouth.

When Zhao Feng was tasting the yam potato chips, the man kept staring at Zhao Feng inch by inch, and he seemed to be looking forward to Zhao Feng saying the taste after tasting.

"Brother Zhao Feng, what do you think? Isn't it delicious! ”

"Well, this taste, it's really good, it's thin and crispy, and it's just salty and sweet......"

After saying this, Zhao Feng seemed to react to something? He took a step and deliberately kept his distance from the man in front of him.

"Hey, you keep asking me about potato chips, what the hell do you want to do? Who are you? Something to say! ”

Zhao Feng's tone became no longer so good, and the man continued to smile with his simple appearance.

"Brother Zhao Feng really can't hide it, I'm a fan of your live broadcast room, the one who wants you to bring iron rod yams."

"Oh mom, it's you, why did you get here? I told you that I don't bring agricultural and sideline products, so you can go back quickly. ”

Zhao Feng never thought that the village party secretary of Dawa Village could come here to find him, Zhao Feng cooperated with the village party secretary of Dawa Village in order to disagree, and he accelerated his pace to slip away.

I don't know where the village party secretary got the ability, when Zhao Feng had not yet arrived at the door, he took the lead in arriving at the door of Zhao Feng's house.

"Hehe, Brother Zhao Feng, help, you have brought iron rods, this iron stick yam must not be a problem!"

"These two goods are not the same relationship at all."

Zhao Feng drooped his face, a little impatient.

"Get up, get up."

"Brother Zhao Feng, why can't you help me? Why can we help other people's Dawang brands bring goods, but they can't help us bring goods! ”

Oh, hey, it seems that the village party secretary of this Dawa Village is Zhao Feng, who came prepared, and he stood still listening.

The key thing Zhao Feng has to say in advance, so as not to have disagreements in the future and tear his face is not good.

At this time, Zhao Feng looked serious, holding the pile of snacks he had just bought from the supermarket.

"How much commission can you give me with those iron stick yams, the iron stick yam is the most expensive, and if you die, you can sell it for 10 yuan, I still count you as a finely packaged gift box, is it possible that you sell a pound of yam to give me a two-yuan commission, and how much can you villagers have left!"

This is indeed a very real problem, and Zhao Feng will not be powerless and not early.

The village party secretary of Dawa Village was slightly depressed when he heard Zhao Feng say this, but in order to let the iron stick yam that could not be sold find a channel, the village party secretary of Dawa Village still pleaded with one last hope.

"Brother Zhao Feng, didn't you say that yam potato chips are delicious? In this case, I will help, yam has the effect of strengthening the spleen and stomach, I believe you, as long as you drink hard in the live broadcast room, our yam will not worry about selling. ”

The village secretary of Dawa Village seems to have pinned all his hopes on Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng, as a live blogger with goods, should also help the people when they encounter difficulties.

At this moment, Zhao Feng's body suddenly had an extra halo, and he instantly felt that he had become much greater.

"Village party secretary, I thought about it just now, so I can mention less of this commission."

"It seems that Brother Zhao Feng, you agreed?"

The village party secretary of Dawa Village jumped to his feet excitedly, and was almost about to hug Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng couldn't stand the two men being crooked, so he pushed open the village party secretary and opened the door of the house.

The clean and tidy house surprised the village party secretary of Dawa Village.

Because the image that Zhao Feng presents in the live broadcast on weekdays is very informal, when he didn't see Zhao Feng's house, the village party secretary of Dawa Village always thought that Zhao Feng's house would be messy and had nowhere to go.

But as soon as he entered today, the village party secretary of Dawa Village opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Oh, mom, Brother Zhao Feng, it turns out that your home is so clean and tidy!"

"Then what else!"

Zhao Feng glanced at the village party secretary of Dawa Village and asked rhetorically.

The village party secretary of Dawa Village seemed to know that he had said the wrong thing, and at this time, he vigorously accompanied Zhao Feng.

"Brother Zhao Feng, I didn't mean that, I didn't expect you to have such a big contrast with the image in the live broadcast room, I always thought you were a ......"

Saying this, the village party secretary of Dawa Village scratched his head slightly embarrassed, and he didn't want to say more superfluous words.

The iron stick yam he carried with him was placed in front of Zhao Feng, and the village party secretary of Dawa Village wanted Zhao Feng to taste the specialties of their Dawa Village.

After the village party secretary of Dawa Village came to Zhao Feng's house, it was as if he had arrived at his own home, unceremoniously.

took those iron rods and yams, walked to the kitchen and peeled the skin, and began to cook porridge for Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng looked at the operation of the village party secretary of Dawa Village, and he was really at a loss.

(End of chapter)