Vol. 204 The Shrewdness of the Small Merchant

Under a bridge hole in the capital, Wang Xiaoer, as the most industrious newspaper deliveryman and retailer, is riding his small tricycle waiting for the arrival of the newspapers, rain or shine.

He took a cigarette from his colleague on the West Street, and saw a white car driving by on the dusty road with yellow smoke billowing.

Newspaper 'Smoke Gun' is the largest newspaper distributor in the east of the capital city area, and he has more than 30 newspapermen under his command.

As a successful person, he trusts his professional vision very much. It is said that the publishing bureau has sent a new magazine today, and he doesn't have the time to read it carefully. Since others gave him a conservative amount, he should give the other party a little face.

I still have the ability to eat this batch of goods by myself.

Thinking of the bong here, he slammed on the brakes and parked the beloved car, which was about to die, in the center of the newspaper dispatchers' gathering place.

The smoking gun opened the trunk, and the reporter came forward with special insight, and took the initiative to help the newspaper leader unload the goods.

The bong took out the cigarette in his hand, Wang Xiaoer lit the lighter and lit the leader's cigarette.

"You all read carefully, don't confuse your respective names, and there is a new magazine published today. It is still the old rule to share according to the number of newsstands in charge!"

"ah??"

"What's the matter? Boss, have you palmed your eyes first? Their new magazines like to overdo it."

"That's right, everyone overestimated their capabilities, and they still have to return to the magazine after a week?"

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoer's hand that retracted the lighter trembled. He had just expanded his business to two newsstands and encountered such a thing. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is hard to predict now.

The smoking gun bit the cigarette butt in his mouth, and yelled at the people under his hand: "What are you talking about! What are you talking about? Am I a person who doesn't care about your life? What I want is a low-quality guarantee. Trap you!"

The dispatchers all breathed a sigh of relief. If the newsstand returns the goods, the loss will be shared with them. Isn't the labor cost money?

"Stop talking nonsense, let the people under your command work harder, it's already 6 o'clock, move the newspapers away quickly one by one."

Everyone felt at ease, and within a short while, dozens of people moved all the magazines and newspapers in the car.

Countless tricycles left the bridge hole and scattered in all directions like a tide.

The smoking gun spit out the butt that was about to be exhausted on the ground, rubbed it with the sole of his cloth shoe, and then covered the small-faced trunk to go home to catch up on sleep.

There was a missing magazine in the back of the small car. The smoker took it out from the side seam, and at a glance, he saw the gift in the magazine package, which was a round red lip gloss.

Hey, I'll take it out and give it to my mother-in-law later, so that she won't keep clamoring to buy those expensive cosmetics.

The exquisite plastic wrapping paper was torn off, and a small transparent lip gloss fell into the hands of Smoker. He casually glanced at the cover of the magazine.

If I remember correctly, this is the new fashion magazine released today. This foreign magazine is rich and powerful, hardcover printed magazines, and comes with gifts, and one copy only costs 15 yuan.

The style of that glance has been forgotten in the rivers and lakes since then.

The smoking gun was immediately attracted by the vogue magazine in his hand, and the glazed lip gloss box in his hand was also covered by the brilliance of the model on the cover.

He flicked through the newly issued magazine, then closed the pages tremblingly, but stared at the cover in front of him without blinking. The large black-and-white photos with a strong sense of collision made him have a different feeling. Ordinary feeling.

It was as if he had returned to the day when he was 18 years old, and his wife Xinghua was in the summer haystack, as romantic, comfortable and passionate.

I have to do something now to be worthy of the face on the cover. Smoker picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hey, Lao Li? Oh yes, it's me. Today's new magazine is that v's black and white fashion magazine. Oh yes yes yes, didn't I order 20 subsistence allowances for every newsstand under my hand? "

"I read it just now. I have more than 600 newsstands and I want an additional 6,000 copies in stock."

"No, no, it's not reserved, reserved, I will get the goods as soon as they are sold out."

"Hey, you said you don't have to worry about having a lot of stock? That's fine! I'll leave it all to you, Old Li."

Smoker took a deep breath, hung up the phone in his hand, smirked at the co-pilot's still glamorous and arrogant magazine cover, put lip gloss on Qin Guan's thin lips in the photo, stepped on the accelerator and went home to find Xing The flower girl is gone.

At this time, Wang Xiaoer, the newspaper dispatcher, wiped the sweat from his brow, pedaled three wheels separately, and the first newsstand was right in front of him.

Old Zhang, the owner of the newsstand, was unloading the baffle from the outside of the pavilion. He watched the small three-wheeler approaching, and without turning his head, he said, "Xiao Wang, you should unload the cargo first. Follow the old rules. I can't make room here." If you make a move, I won’t greet you.”

"well!"

Wang Xiaoer responded bluntly, took the magazines and newspapers from the first stall out of the car, and put them in front of the magazine shelf outside the pavilion.

The first one is done, and if I go faster, it will be delivered before the newsstands are on the stand at 7 o'clock.

The small three wheels slowly kicked away, and Lao Zhang used scissors to cut the bundled boxy nylon ropes, and began to stack them on the shelf according to the type.

It won't be long before this newsstand next to the subway entrance will usher in its first sales peak.

City commuters in a hurry, carrying backpacks and breakfast, walked towards the entrance of the subway station that they must take every day.

When passing by a newsstand, many people will stop for a while and choose some interesting reading materials to kill time during the ten or even tens of minutes of commuting.

"Boss, here's Ruili!" A stylishly dressed young girl was scanning the magazines on the bookshelf while taking out her purse.

"Oh, wait, I'll take a look again." The little girl's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the black and white scenery on the covers of colorful magazines.

She reached out and pulled the book from the magazine shelf, and the full picture of vogue was revealed.

Among the cover photos of female celebrities, Qin Guan's black and white photo became the most eye-catching cover.

The lightly covered eyelashes, confused eyes, and slightly parted thin lips all reveal the essence of shocking beauty. The slender neck and beautiful Adam's apple all show a masculine style.

"Boss, I want this one, and there is a gift? I want two copies!"

Buy an extra copy and give it to the little sisters in the office who have the most similar interests and tastes. This is the first issue, and such an exquisite magazine is not to be missed.

"Thank you, 30 yuan!"

The little girl took out three banknotes and handed them to the boss, and then took out the same one from the bookshelf.

The old Zhang who received the money touched his chin thoughtfully, looked at the empty bookshelf, moved all the vogue magazines out of it, and took out four more and laid them out on the shelf, making it even more Obviously, the crowd passing by in the distance saw the black and white style among the red flowers, willows and greenery.

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