“How to sell ice cubes?”

The boss ate the lunch box and glanced at him:

"How much do you want."

"What specifications do you all have? Do you have ice packs?"

The boss frowned, waved his hand, and pointed to the other end of the street:

"I don't have ice packs here, I'm all wholesale one piece at a time. If you want to buy them, go to Huangji, the street vendor, who sells ice packs."

Zhu Ansheng said "Don't deserve it" and walked towards the other end of the street. He came to Huangji Fish Shop, where only he had sealed ice bags for sale on the whole street.

As soon as he walked into the door and saw the boss, he took out the police certificate.

"Boss, ask you something. Have you sold ice packs recently?"

Huang Ji’s boss laughed:

"Uncle policeman, I have people here to buy ice packs every day, and many restaurants sell seafood and have to buy them."

"What about last Saturday?"

"How can I remember so clearly that ice packs sold very quickly on Saturdays and Sundays!"

Zhu Ansheng pondered for a while and said:

"The person who came to buy ice packs should be a very young girl with long hair and wearing a mask."

The boss thought about it and shook his head:

"No, no, no, no, no, no girl has ever bought ice packs here, no woman has come to buy ice packs. I don't sell one or two bags, and I can't hold them if I have too many."

Zhu Ansheng was stunned and asked again:

"You don't help with delivery here?"

"The small business has no cars, so how can I get it?"

"Then why do others get ice packs?"

"You can drive it yourself." Boss Huang said disapprovingly:

"If I live close to you, I have a cart to borrow, but I don't help moving. I'm the only one who can watch the shop on weekdays, so I don't have so much leisure time."

Zhu Ansheng's eyes lit up:

"Do you remember, on Saturday, did anyone come to borrow your cart to buy ice packs?"
Chapter completed!