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Chapter 43 Promotions
"What money?" Zhao Yuanyuan asked curiously.

"The money to repair the car." Wang Qiong said with emotion, "I hit the BMW, so..."

"What, the car was hit!" Zhao Yuanyuan exclaimed, that BMW car is Fu Zibo's favorite. Fu Zibo not only lent it to Wang Qiong, but was also damaged by Wang Qiong. Fu Zibo was not angry at all. What does this mean? ?Zhao Yuanyuan sighed, wondering what Fu Zibo was thinking.

"It also happened today. I was a little unlucky today." Wang Qiong shouted to the sky, "So we must earn back the repair fee."
After dinner, Wang Qiong wanted to wash the dishes, but was stopped by Fu Zibo, "Go to work, I don't need to work overtime today, let me wash the dishes."

"Well, I'm sorry." Wang Qiong said sorry, but the man moved faster than a rabbit, "Thanks then."

Zhao Yuanyuan contacted friends in South Korea, but after all, the number of people is limited. Friends there helped buy a few pieces. Zhao Yuanyuan didn’t know what styles were available, so she asked Wang Qiong for the style and sent them to choose. In order to sell a piece of clothing, it was worn out. Literally, and even almost quarreled in the end.

"What kind of friends are these? It's fine if you don't help, and you still say that it doesn't suit your style. At first, you were quite enthusiastic, but in the end you gave up decisively when you heard the price. It's really frustrating." Zhao Yuanyuan sighed, "Sister Qiong ,I tried my best."

"It's okay, how many pieces can you sell? I'm contacting the college students who helped me promote the promotion before. They are all loyal. I said that I want to do a promotion, and they immediately actively helped me find channels. On campus The Internet helped me promote it vigorously. I also found a friend who was an agent before and said that he was willing to help me deal with part of it.” Wang Qiong yawned, a little tired, “But there are still a lot of stocks, and I want to sell them all. It's hard."

"I don't want to sell all of them." Zhao Yuanyuan was really surprised when she heard Wang Qiong's goal. Wang Qiong's ambition was too big, and she wanted to sell all of them. There were tens of thousands of clothes there.

"If I don't sell all of it, what about my repair fee?" Wang Qiong would go all out for the repair fee.

"Your heart is really big." Zhao Yuanyuan saw that it was past three o'clock, and it was the first time she hadn't slept so late, and was about to unpack the snacks, only to realize that she couldn't solve the sleepiness, "I'm so sleepy what."

"Go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Wang Qiong saw that the time was almost up, and he should have a rest, "Tomorrow we are going to promote, and I have already contacted the mall to do promotions for us."

"You still go to the mall to promote." Zhao Yuanyuan frowned, "The rent is so expensive."

"The friend I know is the manager there, and he can accommodate me. No money is required." Wang Qiong said immediately, "Otherwise, why should I go there to promote sales? There is nowhere to spend the money."

"You know so many friends." Zhao Yuanyuan admired her very much, and believed that she would have so many friends in the future and so many relationships to help her manage, so she must learn from Wang Qiong.

Early the next morning, Wang Qiong got up to make breakfast. Because she didn't sleep much, Wang Qiong paid great attention to the quality of breakfast and must eat well.

Today I made fried noodles, with a lot of ingredients, and the saltiness is suitable, and it is still delicious as always. Fu Zibo ate a big bowl, and wished he could bring some to the company for lunch.

"It's okay, it's okay." Wang Qiong hurriedly rescued the next bowl of fried noodles, "This is for Yuanyuan, you have eaten it all, what does she eat?"

"She usually doesn't eat breakfast." Taking advantage of Wang Qiong's inattention, Fu Zibo picked up a large chopstick and put fried noodles into the bowl, and stuffed it directly into his mouth, "I'll make a steak for you to eat tonight."

"Yo, that's good." Wang Qiong was immediately happy when he heard that there was steak to eat, "Then I look forward to it."

"Aren't you going to the company in a while, give me a ride, I'm going to the Red Star Commercial Building."

"Okay." Fu Zibo finished his noodles contentedly, "Then I'll pick up the car first."

There was a distance to the Red Star Building, and there was a traffic jam during rush hour, so Wang Qiong squinted in the car for a while.

Fu Zibo stared at Wang Qiong's face and saw her dark circles getting heavier and heavier. This woman was really desperate for work, staying up all night for three days.

Accidentally seeing a trace of soy sauce on the corner of Wang Qiong's mouth, Fu Zibo stretched out his hand and gently wiped the soy sauce. Wang Qiong changed his posture uncomfortably, and turned his head away.

His gaze swept over her chest inadvertently, and he suddenly remembered that crazy night. The lingering image in his mind made Fu Zibo's body a little hot. He opened the window to let in some air, but woke up Wang Qiong up.

"It's noisy to you." Fu Zibo felt a little unnatural.

"No, no." Looking at the long queue in front, "There's a traffic jam again, it's better to take the subway, the subway won't be stuck in traffic."

"Then why don't you squeeze the subway."

"If there are cars that don't rub against me, what kind of subway do I have to squeeze with others? I still have to worry about whether my bag and mobile phone will be run by others. When the subway is crowded, I will almost spit out the overnight meal." Wang Qiong thought Thinking about it is also sad, "Even if there is a traffic jam, I still want to buy a car."

Wang Qiong glanced at Fu Zibo and saw an unnatural blush on his face, "Are you hot? Why is your face so red?"

"It's okay, I suddenly feel a little bored." Fu Zibo immediately took out a cigarette in order to hide his embarrassment, "You don't mind."

"Hey, the Ninth Five-Year Lord." Wang Qiong saw the cigarette box, "A box costs more than 100, and the rich are the rich."

"I don't smoke very much. I just smoke when I'm irritable. I don't have a cigarette addiction." Fu Zibo explained, looking for a lighter in his pocket, but couldn't find it.

With a "snap", the sound of a lighter igniting, Wang Qiong leaned in front of Fu Zibo, Fu Zibo immediately nodded, took a puff, and exhaled a puff of smoke out of the window, "Why do you have a lighter?"

"In addition to the lighter, I still have cigarettes." Wang Qiong opened the bag and showed Fu Zibo that there were several packets of Zhonghua in the bag, both hard and soft. of."

"Then do you smoke too?" Fu Zibo couldn't imagine Wang Qiong smoking.

"I can pretend to do it, but I can't really breathe it into my lungs. I usually use it to distribute it, and I don't smoke it." Wang Qiong zipped up the bag. Gen, I was drunk, and that feeling was worse than drinking, so I never smoked again."

"It's a good thing not to smoke. Girls should not smoke." The car in front moved and the road became clear. Fu Zibo immediately put out the cigarette and drove forward.

Wang Qiong nodded in agreement, "Compared to cigarettes, I can drink more. Basically, I seldom get drunk. I have only been drunk twice in the past two years."

"It's such a coincidence that I even bumped into it."

"Huh?" Wang Qiong was suspicious, "Didn't you just bump into it once?"

(End of this chapter)