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Chapter 12: It doesn't say you can't put it, so it can be put

The sun rises and the summer breeze is cool.

Chen Yansen stood at the entrance of the alley, with six cardboard boxes and a pile of materials at his feet. He was holding a thousand-piece fried dough stick in his hand and eating it with relish.

The thousand sheets are wrapped in layers of fresh chopped peppers and soybean paste, with a crispy and fragrant large fried dough stick in the middle. One bite is super satisfying.

Wang Zihao, who was standing by, stroked a strand of bangs on his forehead, struggling for a long time before turning to look at Wang Ziyan: "Which side do you think would be more suitable?"

"Brother, to the right."

Wang Ziyan, who was sleepy, lowered her head and said casually.

"I think the left is better."

Wang Zihao held the phone in his hands, looked at himself on the screen, secretly exclaimed "handsome guy", and then came to a conclusion.

"whispering sound!"

Wang Ziyan spoke with disdain. She had expected Wang Zihao to say that. She knew very well that people with decision-making difficulties often don't want answers, but rather someone to help them eliminate a candidate.

"There are still five minutes until seven o'clock. Coach Huang won't stand us up, right?"

Wang Zihao glanced at the time and suddenly became annoyed.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Isn't there still five minutes left?"

Chen Yansen didn't even raise his head and just ate his breakfast.

In his previous life, he had dealt with Huang Boxiang. This man did have a bad temper, but he was also a simple and upright person.

According to his estimate, the daily revenue from reselling MP3 and MP4 players is at least 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. If he just hires a driver, there is no guarantee that the other party will have bad intentions.

Chen Yansen is not afraid of bad people, but he is afraid of trouble.

Smart people know how to avoid potential risks, which is the wise thing to do.

Huang Boxiang at least knows everything. Compared with safety issues, being late is not a big problem at all.

not to mention……

With the roar of an engine, a silver Bluebird broke through the fog and finally stopped in front of the three people.

The time is six fifty-nine!
"Boss Chen, shall we set off now?"

Huang Boxiang leaned out of the car and glanced at them quickly. Seeing that the three people were not very old, he was slightly surprised at first, and then he took the initiative to speak.

Yesterday on the phone, Chen Yansen asked to rent his car for ten days, so he was naturally his big customer!
There was inevitably a touch of politeness in his words.

Huang Boxiang, who is in his early forties, is of medium build and a little overweight. He is wearing a dark blue work suit with the words "Daxiang" printed on his chest. While doing his private work, he did not forget to advertise.

"Master, please load the goods first! Can you give me a hand?"

Chen Yansen nodded and asked tentatively.

"Okay, let me check the trunk to see if it can fit."

Huang Boxiang did not refuse and agreed readily.

The trunk lid popped open with a bang, and he pushed the door open and got out. He roughly estimated the volume of the cargo, then turned around and replied, "It should be fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Chen Yansen to say anything, he immediately picked up a box of goods and carefully put it into the trunk.

"Boss Chen, what kind of stuff are these? If they're all fragile, I can wrap them in foam for you."

Huang Boxiang was moving the goods while asking seemingly casually.

"No, nothing is broken."

Chen Yansen raised his head and glanced at him. He didn't expect that Huang Boxiang looked honest and had a good heart.

He understood what the other person was thinking. He was just worried that he would get into trouble if he found contraband.

"That's good."

Huang Boxiang laughed dryly and continued to move the goods, but his eyes were carefully observing the labels on the cargo boxes. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he saw the words "Mei Mo MP3×100".

There were only a few boxes of goods in total, but they were neatly stacked in just a cup of tea.

"Master Huang, let's go to Chongqiao today."

Chen Yansen stepped onto the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and gave instructions to the other party.

"Okay, Boss Chen."

Huang Boxiang responded politely and did not look down on Chen Yansen because of his young age.

Wang Zihao, who was sitting in the back row, couldn't help but sigh inwardly when he saw this: "Who said Coach Huang has a bad temper? He's actually quite gentle."

He noticed that Huang Boxiang always addressed Chen Yansen as "Boss Chen", and he immediately understood that it was obvious that Chen Yansen had not revealed that they were students at the driving school.

After the car started, it sped along the ring road.

Looking out through the car window, several breakfast stalls in the distance were busy, with smoke curling up and voices bustling, interweaving in the dim light of morning light.

Chen Yansen's eyes gradually lost focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Finally, he simply closed his eyes, breathing slowly, and soon fell asleep. In order to catch the early market, he got up before dawn, and now he was very sleepy, so naturally he fell asleep immediately.

"List……"

Wang Zihao, who originally wanted to discuss sales strategies with him, became anxious and subconsciously wanted to wake Chen Yansen up.

"Uuuuuu——"

Wang Ziyan, who was sitting next to him, was quick to cover his mouth.

"Brother, keep your voice down and let Chen Yansen sleep a little longer."

Wang Ziyan rolled her eyes at her brother and threatened in a low voice.

"You're really a traitor! Wang Ziyan, look carefully, I'm your real brother."

Wang Zihao pried her hands apart, lowered his voice, and looked aggrieved.

"Shh!"

Wang Ziyan raised a thumb and smiled. Her watery peach blossom eyes were exceptionally bright, and her pupils reflected a big boy in a suit and tie. At this moment, her eyes were slightly closed, immersed in dreams.

I was speechless all the way.

Twenty minutes later, the noise in Chen Yansen's ears became louder and louder, and he reluctantly opened his eyes and straightened up.

"The main market center of Chongqiao Town is just ahead. Where should we park?"

Huang Boxiang asked immediately when he saw that he woke up.

"Are there any banks, large supermarkets, or government agencies at the entrances and exits of the market?"

Chen Yansen thought for a moment and asked.

If you want to make this reselling business, you must first find a suitable stall.

Generally, stalls at township fairs are either planned and rented by the authorities, or spontaneously formed by nearby residents on a first-come, first-served basis.

But neither of these two suits him!
The first one has high communication costs, as he will only stay at each market for two days at most; the second one says it is first come first served, but the areas with the highest traffic have long been occupied by some old vendors. If you dare to rush in to grab them, others will dare to use knives.

Huang Boxiang has been driving an illegal taxi for many years, and his activities are mainly in the dozen or so towns around Chunshen. He is simply a walking map. For him, he can answer this question with his eyes closed.

"There's a small clinic at the exit, no supermarkets or banks, but there is a checkpoint at the entrance."

Huang Boxiang narrowed his eyes and told them one by one as if they were his own treasures.

"Can we set up a stall?"

Chen Yansen became interested after hearing this.

"At the inspection station?"

Huang Boxiang was a little confused. Who would be so idle as to set up a stall in front of the inspection station?
"Master Huang, let me introduce myself. I'm the sales manager of Yangcheng Meimo Electronics Factory, and this is my colleague Wang Zihao. This business trip is mainly to promote our factory's MP3 and MP4 products, so the most urgent thing is to find a suitable booth for the promotion."

Chen Yansen pointed at Wang Zihao behind him and spoke with details in mind.

"Oh, you two are at work pretty early."

Huang Boxiang suddenly understood and sighed with a smile.

In his opinion, although Chen Yansen and Wang Zihao were both wearing suits and looked like white-collar workers, the face on their necks was too young.

Even if he guessed the maximum, he thought the two of them were no more than 23 or 24 years old.

"My family's financial situation is not very good. Starting work early can also reduce the burden on my parents."

Chen Yansen lied without blushing or beating his heart, and it was very natural.

Wang Zihao, who was sitting in the back row, almost laughed out loud. What a damn sales manager of the Meimo Electronics Factory.

Damn Chen Yansen, he’s such a good braggart!
"Hey, the girl behind you, is she also your colleague?"

Huang Boxiang was slightly startled, then he reacted with a look of suspicion on his face.

"she is not."

Chen Yansen flatly denied it, but did not give any further explanation.

"No one usually dares to set up a stall in front of the inspection station, so I'm not sure if it's allowed."

"However, I once passed by and seemed to see someone selling sesame cakes there. Of course, it could also be that I was dazzled."

Huang Boxiang is an honest man. He said what he thought and brought the topic back to the topic.

"It doesn't say you can't put it up, so it means you can put it up!"

Chen Yansen summarized seriously and then signaled Huang Boxiang to continue moving forward.

"what?"

Huang Boxiang opened his mouth slightly, his expression stiff. He found that his mind was completely out of sync with Chen Yansen's.

(End of this chapter)