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Chapter 890

“stay!”.

After a few words fell, several people also boosted their morale again.

Stay, do your best to stay!

Then, several people swiped their military badges and entered the trading fair market.

Fang Chen could clearly see the painful expressions on the faces of Da Neng and Brother Kun, and he laughed immediately; “What do you hurt?”

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little military merit. Can I reimburse you for the daily admission fee? Are you worried that I will use you as labor and not pay?”.

Hearing this, several people lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Fang Chen also knew that the short-term trust established between them was not enough for Fang Chen to completely conquer them.

After all, regardless of Fang Chen’s confusion among the recruits, the veteran’s territory is still in the trading square market.

This is the real world of the veterans of the Asura Department, and even the guys who were originally ruffled by Brother Kun couldn’t help but converge a bit after entering this kind of place.

After all, during this period and when they looked up and looked down, they were also a group of recruits, all of whom had similar status and status.

Not only do they share common topics, they also have a harmonious atmosphere.

But when faced with a place where a group of veterans were rampant, they were a little scared and naturally tempered their temper.

Similarly, as to whether Brother Chen is eligible to mix up in a place where there are many outstanding veterans like Exchange City.

The hearts of several people are the same.

When Fang Chen saw this, he stopped talking.

Take them all the way to the depths of the trading square city, this point of the trade fair has not yet started, there are not many officers here.

In front of most of the stalls, there are stall owners who are packing up their things and preparing for the stalls for a while.

“The medical booth should be the front, right?”.

Brother Kun pointed to a location not far in front. In a striking location, there was also a banner of Master Hu Yanbo’s trauma medicine.

Fang Chen frowned just now, and a voice came from nearby;

“Hey, are you the little genius doctor yesterday? Hu Yanbo told me when he came in the afternoon, let me give you this, this is the proof of the administrator.”

“From now on, the identity of the medical stall manager here will be yours.”

A thin bamboo pole-like officer next to him suddenly clasped his head and said to Fang Chen.

When Fang Chen heard the words, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled kindly at the officer;

“grateful”.

“No, no, don’t be so polite, the little genius doctor, I still want to make friends with you, after all, when you treated the patient yesterday, I was nearby and I saw your heroic appearance with my own eyes.”

The officer handed a white bronze medal and a map-like thing to Fang Chen’s hand.

“This piece is a medical stall. As a manager, you can choose an empty stall to sell and sell at will. The place where the guy Huyanbo used to set up the stall is the best prime location. I suggest you sell it there now. All right”.

As soon as he said this, Fang Chen lowered his head and glanced at the map in his hand, which was the location of the various commercial districts in the trading square city.

Probably glanced.

Fang Chen was also convinced that the location where Hu Yanbo had set up a stall before was indeed the most eye-catching golden location among the stalls of pharmaceutical products.

So Fang Chen nodded slightly for the first time, and said politely;

“Thank you for this big brother.”

“Don’t thank me, I told you not to be so polite. You are now a celebrity among our Asura veterans, especially the stall owners. We all saw your brave posture yesterday.”

“My name is Hong Jun. After you become a normal person, I will have a drink together when I have time.”

“Call me anytime if you need it. I will help you remove the old plaque from that booth first.”

“Eh……”.

Fang Chen wanted to stop the polite eldest brother Hong Jun, but he was too enthusiastic, so he rushed to the stall next door and removed the banner of Master Huyanbo’s traumatic medicine.

He had no choice but to turn his head and speak to the dumbfounded Ding Liang;

“What are you doing in a daze, go up and help…”.

Can Ding Liang not be fooled?

Since they came to the trading floor market, they have calmed down one by one, and kept telling themselves silently; here they are all younger brothers…

As a result, what did they see?

They saw Brother Chen being treated respectfully by a veteran and a stall owner.

Besides, Ding Liang and others are not deaf either. They clearly heard the veteran claim that Fang Chen was the administrator of the medical booth!

Good guy, Fang Chen didn’t even joking with them?

Is Renjia really the caretaker of the medical stalls?

“This world is crazy…”.

Brother Kun rubbed his eyes. If it weren’t for everything that happened in front of him, he would think he was a pipe dream.

Fang Chen said grimly; “I told you that I am now the manager of the medical stalls, and you don’t believe them one by one. Now I have to let you see it with your own eyes.”

“Believe it now?”

“Believe… Believe it”.

Including Brother Kun, several people nodded in unison.

Facts speak louder than words, and they are all before the eyes of a few people. What else can they believe?

No matter how subverting common sense is happening in front of us.

But the people of Brother Kun were surprised to find that in their own hearts, it seemed that it was not that difficult to accept it.

It seemed that anything outrageous happened to Fang Chen’s body, it seemed to be taken for granted.

So the first time.

Brother Kun and several people rushed over to Hong Jun to help.

Fang Chen clapped his hands and looked around.

There are already many stalls around them that have begun to stand up. When the stall owners and Fang Chen looked at each other, they all cast kind eyes.

Obviously he knew the newly appointed medical administrator.

Fang Chen didn’t put on any airs, and took out a box of Furong King, which he bought in front of the outside stall selling tobacco and alcohol before going deep into the trading square market.

“Come on, brother, I sell trauma medicine over there, yes, it was me yesterday.”

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“You are welcome, make friends, we will all be the leaders of this area in the future.”

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“This senior, make a friend, in the dust, is the stall owner of that stall, yes yes yes, I am a newcomer, and I hope you will take care of you.”

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When Brother Kun was hurriedly helping Hong Jun to remove the banner of Hu Yanbo before, Fang Chen naturally did not idle, and walked around with cigarettes.

When he returned to his booth, the box of Furong King in his hand had already been scattered.

PS; I don’t know how someone would say that I write slowly. I am a part-time writer. I insist on changing every day. I keep writing and writing. I average 3~5 changes a day. I don’t dare to have a day for more than 200 days. I would like to call it hard work.

Since the end of last year, it has been less than a year since this book was written.

It’s about two hundred and one million words.

I wonder if you readers have any idea about this word count?

2.1 million words, on average, I have to write 7,000 to 10,000 words every day to create a number in just over two hundred and less than three hundred days.

And this number is the cumulative total number of words that most people who do not work in the text industry will not necessarily be able to write in their lifetime.

And I have to work, even if it is a full-time author, few people update like me.

The occupational disease caused by long-term codewords is now that the neck hurts as soon as I lower my head. After sitting for a long time, I prefer to squat on a chair. Because my spine hurts, my cat’s waist can be more comfortable.

Rao is so, there are people who say that every chapter is very short.

In fact, since the beginning of my chapter, each chapter is about two thousand two hundred words. Because of our platform, it is completely impossible to upload chapters with less than two thousand one hundred words.

So recently I saw someone spraying me to update slowly. I really didn’t react. I don’t know if my readers eagerly want to know the content behind the plot, or who invited the navy to hack me?

During the code word competition on our website during the Chinese New Year, I was the first author for three consecutive months. We must know that our website has nearly hundreds of authors and hundreds of books. My book is updated the most every month.

What concept is this?

I won the award for hard work for three months in a row!

Therefore, I hope that you will be more tolerant and considerate to others who have never been online writers or fans. What you have read in a hurry is the content that others can write for hours and painstaking effort. You don’t need to be careful. There is no need to argue about the update.

Frankly speaking, I don’t have any lofty ideals when I write an article. The purpose of this pen name is to meet like-minded people. The mountains and rivers meet the friends, so I named Wenxian Zhiyayin. I hope my readers will also treat me like a friend and be me. My soulmate, not just for the sake of a short time, took the keyboard and complained in my comment area.

Please give Xiaocao a little tolerance, and life is not so good. I want to capture a piece of holy land and pure land in this palace of online literature, thank you.