June ends and July enters, and the weather becomes hotter and hotter.

Yang Jun goes shirtless and fishes by the river every day. Outside, he is a great leader that everyone respects, but at home, he doesn't want to carry so many things, so he can take it easy.

On this day, he was really bored at home, so he went out with Sun Zhaocai and Silly Zhu.

After not going out for a long time, he felt that he was detached from the society. The changes outside were great, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe them as changing with each passing day. There was a prosperous scene in every aspect, and you could always see people rushing by on the street.

There were people with anxious faces, as if they had millions of dollars waiting for them.

Everyone is busy making money, as if the theme of this world has no other theme than making money. Everyone is rushing around the world, and sometimes you can see people holding a leather bag under their arm and holding a mobile phone in their hands.

"Hey, I'm a handsome boy. Send me the goods quickly. My store is in full swing."

"Can you afford to compensate for the loss if I delay my fortune?"

"What, half a million? No, no, no, I want one million."

He was afraid that others would not know that he was a wealthy man. Even though he could speak clearly in one sentence, he had to pretend that his signal was not good. Especially when talking about money, his voice was particularly loud and he said it repeatedly.

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If this were the case in later generations, this kind of person would definitely be regarded as an idiot, but in modern times, instead of feeling disgusted, everyone has a little bit of envy.

"Boss, do you want to carry your bag and run errands? I can endure hardships."

"Boss, I eat less and work more, so just take me with you."

Some people have the courage to recommend themselves, but without exception they always get a blank look.

"You? Go aside."

Often real bosses will not be so ostentatious. On the contrary, those so-called bumpkins will do this. They are afraid that others will not know that they are the boss, but once you want to hang out with them, they will not want to.

This is the so-called get-rich-quick mentality.

As Yang Jun walked along, he would always meet all kinds of people. People who came from that era were already familiar to him. He sauntered slowly down the street with his hands behind his back, looking like an outsider.

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He has no worries about food and clothing. He has a good wife and filial son at home. He has nothing to pursue in life. There are not many people who can be as generous and fat as him.

"Boss, how do you sell sugar-roasted chestnuts?"

Yang Jun asked, picking up a sugar-roasted chestnut to taste.

The boss is a woman in her thirties, with an average appearance, but a very plump figure, and she looks like a prostitute.

She watched Yang Jun taste it with distress, and said with a smile: "One cent and a half pound."

"Is it sweet?"

When the woman heard this, she said with an angry look on her face: "Little brother, look at what you said, what I sell are sugar-roasted chestnuts, can they not be sweet? If they are not sweet, I will give myself to you to eat."

When Yang Jun heard this, he laughed.

He didn't expect that women today would be so open-minded, making jokes like this on the street, and not being afraid of her man beating her up.

"Well, it's quite sweet."

Yang Jun took a sip, then nodded and said, "Give me a pound."

"Oh, look at your young man. One pound is not enough. Two pounds is enough."

Regardless of whether Yang Jun wanted to or not, he started loading things directly and stuffed them into paper bags one by one.

When Yang Jun saw this, he didn't stop him, he just smiled.

He can understand the mentality of people at the bottom of the family to make money to support their families. They just want to sell more. In addition, he is not short of money. It doesn't matter if he has more or less. He is not afraid of buying too much. He also has several foodies following him.

"Oh, is that enough? If not, I'll give you another bag?"

The woman saw that a large paper bag was full and Yang Jun had not yet expressed that it was enough, so she boldly asked.

Hearing this, Yang Jun smiled and said: "Stop pretending, I'll wrap it up for you directly."

"Oh, I just said that little brother is a generous person. I really saw the right person. Thank you, sister."

When the woman heard this, she gave Yang Jun a basket of roasted chestnuts.

"I think you take me for granted." Yang Jun said with a smile.

"Oh, sister, I don't mean that. On the contrary, I think you are different from ordinary people. You are a tolerant and caring person. A good person like you will definitely have a long life."

The woman kept praising Yang Jun while serving him roasted chestnuts with a smile on her face.

"You bought so much at one time because you were taking care of your sister's business. It's not too late for me to thank you."

The woman saw that Yang Jun was younger than him and looked like a little brother, and her cry was particularly sweet.

Finally, all the chestnuts were put into four large paper bags.

Yang Jun took one bag, and let Shazhu and Sun Zhaocai hold the remaining three bags. When these two guys saw this, their smiling faces turned into cracks.

One advantage of following Yang Jun is that you never lose your money.

"Sister, does what you just said count?" Yang Jun suddenly asked.

When the woman heard this, she was stunned for a moment.

“What doesn’t count?”

Yang Jun looked at her with a smile and said faintly: "If it's not sweet, I can eat you."

"This... this... little brother, you are really good at joking. Sister, I just joked with you, why do you still take it seriously?" A wry smile appeared on the woman's face.

"I take it seriously."

Yang Jun said seriously: "I bought chestnuts because of what you said. Otherwise, why would I buy so many?"

"Ah? Are you really taking it seriously?"

After hearing this, the woman was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say. Seeing Yang Jun's serious look, she felt that she would not be able to explain herself if she didn't say something today.

She looked around, then pointed to an alley not far ahead,

"Little brother, if you really want to eat some sweets, have you seen it? Go into that alley and pick whatever you want."

When Yang Jun heard this, he looked up.

That alley was ordinary, nothing special. There were alleys like this all over Sijiu City.

"Are you sure? I can eat sweets when I enter the alley?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I'm sure." The woman nodded, patted her chest and promised: "With the appearance of a little brother, I guarantee that you can eat the sweetest snacks."

"Okay, I will trust you again."

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he motioned to Sun Zhaocai to settle the account.

The woman took the money with a smile and said, "Goodbye, little brother."

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

"hehe."

Looking at her embarrassed back, Yang Jun showed a charming smile.

"You are too young to fight with me."

He is a frequent visitor among the flowers. What kind of woman has he never managed? You think you can easily manipulate others by saying a few dirty words. You are not the kind of shameless young man. Her sales tactics are simply ridiculous.

At this time, Sun Zhaocai interrupted: "Uncle Yang, she just said there is a snack vendor in that alley, do we still want to go?"

Yang Jun heard this and looked at him with a smile.

"You want to go?"

"Yeah." Sun Zhaocai nodded.

When Yang Jun heard this, he looked at Shazhu again.

"You want to go too?"

Silly Zhu stuffed roasted chestnuts with sugar into his mouth and said in a low voice: "I want to go. As long as there is something delicious, I must go."

"OK."

Yang Jun suddenly showed a wicked smile, nodded and said: "I will open your eyes today."

After saying that, I cursed in my heart: "Two old haters."

After that, he took the two of them towards the alley.

Come to that alley.

There are indeed people selling things in the alley.

Most of the people setting up stalls are women. There are no men. Even if there are, they are just passing by.

They were very strange. Others sold their goods on the street at the entrance of the hutong, but they only sold their goods in front of their own homes.

There was a stall in front of them, with several things on it. The things were very common, nothing rare, and they looked very old.

There were people selling everything, but there was nothing selling snacks that the woman said.
To be continued...