There was a one-piece dress hanging in a stall. When I walked closer, I saw it almost the same as before, except that it was a low-end clothing area.

The so-called low-end zones are just impressions except for the lower charges. In many cases, the prices of the same commodity are very different.

The price was surprisingly cheap. The boss only offered 120 yuan. Fang Xia put the dress in her hand and carefully checked it. Even Yang Jiahui and Aunt Wang were helping to find fault. Unfortunately, the three of them didn't find anything unique from top to bottom. Fang Xia looked straight at the stall owner for a while. The stall owner was a middle-aged woman who was a little furious when she was seen. She quickly said, "Buy it sincerely, take it away for 100 yuan!"

The older Aunt Wang took the dress and checked it carefully again, nodded at Fang Xia. Fang Xia understood and took out a hundred-dollar bill from her small bag and handed it to the stall owner.

"Let's go to the children's clothing area over there," said Aunt Wang.

"I bought clothes for your grandson again," said Yang Jiahui.

"His parents don't have time, so I'll do it for you, haha."

"Do they reimburse you for clothing?" Yang Jiahui said happily.

"It's good if you don't." Aunt Wang said with a haha.

When the three of them walked out of the market, it was almost half past one afternoon. The sky was still so hot. The sun was full of electricity and was desperately emitting heat. The cheerful birds had long known where to hide to cool off. The small trees in the distance were also illuminated by the illumination. The weeping willows were lazily hanging their branches and motionless. The dragon clawed locust curled the leaves slightly to avoid the poisonous sunlight. Fortunately, there was a garden water jet truck working, and the workers on the car were listlessly doing habitual movements. Occasionally, a yawn sprayed water on the people on the roadside. It was also very happy to be accepted for a waterstorm festival on hot days.

The three of them looked at all this and even lost the courage to get out of the market. Look at me. I looked at her and shirked each other for a while before I walked out one after another. Walking on the sidewalk with a beautiful sun umbrella, a speeding car passed by the side, bringing a moment of coolness. After a moment, I felt even hotter.

"Dingdong, Dingdong." A voice of text messages came from Aunt Wang's bag. She opened her phone and saw that it said: "Today's shareholding, please contact us if you are interested.

"Why do you have such spam messages? Aunt Wang." Yang Jiahui asked curiously.

"Oh, I don't know when the phone was stolen," said Aunt Wang with distress.

"When I go back and see if this ticket is a chance?" Fang Xia said lightly.

Yang Jiahui said affirmatively: "It must be a daily limit, and it will close when it opens high tomorrow."

The three satisfied women walked straight to the exchange.

Chapter 17 Spam SMS

Chapter 17 Spam SMS

The doors and windows in the large room were open, and how far the sound of mahjong was heard. Mr. Liu, who was sitting in the east, touched a card with one hand, took a look, and suddenly laughed out loud. His face was filled with smiles, and the wrinkles on his face seemed even more dense. Several short white beards were slightly raised. Look at this expression, it must be a card.

Zhang Jun brought a large bottle of boiling water from downstairs and brewed a large jar of tea for everyone, and he also brewed a large jar of tea himself.

Northerners do not use small cups to taste tea slowly like southerners, but use large jars to make thick tea. They feel that it is more satisfying and refreshing to drink.

When the old man saw Zhang Jun working hard, he said, "I'll give you a reward later!"

Zhang Jun quickly shook his hand, sat in front of the computer, and slowly studied the market alone.

He sat lazily on the chair, typing on the keyboard with his right hand, carefully analyzing each K-line. His mind kept showing various graphics in the book. He wanted to remember every shape firmly and slowly take the seat in the real market.

Time passed very quickly. Zhang Jun looked at the time. It was already 1:30 in the afternoon. He thought to himself: These women are going shopping in the hot sun, but they are not as hot as Africans? Thinking of this, they couldn't help laughing secretly. After drinking half of the hot tea, their foreheads were filled with sweat. Although it was hot tea, they were the most quenching thirst and the most heat escape. He wiped it gently with his hands, stretched his arms long, and suddenly became much more energetic. He turned around and looked at a few people playing mahjong. These people were not as quiet as they were really gambling, but shouted and joked with each other.

Lao Hou was a loud voice: "Old Liu, you're lucky today!"

Mr. Liu looked arrogant and shook his head. The pair of glasses, which were a little big, were shaking down. He pushed them with his hands, then turned his eyes to look at Lao Hou and said, "Little Hou, what is ginger or old hot?"

"Ginger is just ginger that has not been put into the pot! Of course it is spicy," said Lao Hou.

The old man’s previous home was Wang Junlai, and he interrupted, “Fry you into ginger powder later, haha.”

"I can't stop my luck today even if the emperor comes." The old man seemed very proud.

Lao Cao held a card in one hand, but his eyes were staring at the old man's face, looking left and right, looking up and down. The old man who only looked was a little covered in his head, and the other two people who only looked at were funny. Lao Hou touched Lao Cao and asked, "What are you looking at? Is it flowers growing?"

Wang Jun came to see Lao Cao, then looked at the old man's full of questions and said, "Didn't you have any flowers?"

The three men looked at the old man straight, and looked at Mr. Liu, who was in his sixties, and felt a little dizzy. He looked at several people, and finally locked his eyes on Lao Cao and said, "Have you found a dark horse?"

Old Cao didn't say anything, and still looked straight. Even Zhang Jun on the side was a little puzzled, so he walked over. Old Cao pulled him, and then guided Zhang Jun to look at the old man with his eyes.

The old man couldn't sit still anymore, and his face darkened and asked, "Are you not sick?"

"I just found something wrong and dare not say it."

“What’s the problem.”

Lao Cao leaned his chin with his hand and said a little worriedly, "I found that your head is not as big as before."

Everyone looked at each other and became more questionable. The old man subconsciously touched his head with his hands and pushed out his glasses that were slipping out, not understanding what he meant.

"You said your glasses are too big, this old Cao!" Yang Jiahui stood at the door and said loudly.

Only then did people understand what the words meant and suddenly burst into laughter.

Zhang Jun, who was drinking water, couldn't help but squirt it out.

Hahaha……

Fang Xia gently knocked Lao Cao with an umbrella handle and said with a smile: "I didn't realize you are so talented."

"This is a unique inspiration for stock traders." Lao Cao said with a haha.

"Pull it, it's because Old Liu doesn't know the child!" Aunt Wang said with her nose and snorted.

When Mr. Liu saw someone talking for him, he looked at Aunt Wang gratefully and said, "These young people are so annoying, haha!"

When the mahjong table retreated, people returned to their respective positions. Looking at the stocks in their hands, the current market is simply incredible. The index is still rising steadily. As long as you hold it, you will have the opportunity to make a profit. When the market is good, they are almost always making money. Now it is like the sky now and the sunshine now.

Wang Junlai said to Fang Xia: "You can really go shopping, aren't you afraid that the sun will make you tanned?"

"This makes us look sincere in shopping."

"Whoever is like you know mahjong!" Fang Xia continued.

"hehe."

"Aunt Wang." Yang Jiahui shouted.
Chapter completed!