After hearing this, the other masters didn't believe it.

"It's true or false."

"Why don't I believe you?"

Master Liu glared at the masters, "If you don't believe it, if you don't believe it, you won't believe it."

"Well, everyone is gossiping, how come you have such a big temper?"

Someone asked again: "I saw them just now taking a cart of ink away. What are they going to do?"

Master Liu: "It's sold."

In this way, Master Liu told the masters about the program team opening an hour-long store to sell ink.

After hearing this, the masters showed an incredible expression on their faces.

"That's all the amount we've done in a week."

"That's to say, how much can it be sold in one hour?"

"It's not necessarily possible to sell if you bring thirty or forty yuan."

Everyone said everything, but even though Master Liu didn't say anything, he actually agreed in his heart.

He didn't plan to take so much Mo away at the beginning, but Director Yu Yu told him that if you bring too much, you will be prepared for it - Mo is not something to eat, so you can't sell it and then take it back.

When Master Liu heard this, he let him go.

But think about it—how is it possible?

Their volume in a week is placed on the National Day Golden Week, and it takes two or three hours to sell out. Moreover, today is not the Golden Week, it is just an ordinary weekend, and the number of tourists is far inferior.

Thinking of this, the mobile phone ring that had been enlarged several times rang out from Master Liu's pocket.

Master Liu took out his cell phone from his pocket and looked at the caller ID: it was a strange phone call.

Master Liu moved his thumb and pressed it down to answer the call. A gentle voice sounded from the other end - the gentle girl who had been before.

"Hello, Master Liu."

"Well, hello." The little girl is young, gentle and has a very quick job. Master Liu has a good impression of her and her tone is kind when answering the phone: "What's wrong, Xiao Yan?"

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Yan, who had a very good impression of Master Liu, explained the matter clearly in a few words. The other masters present couldn't hear it clearly, but Master Liu's mobile phone receiver was facing his ear, so he could not hear it even more clearly.

In the eyes of the ink-making masters present, it seemed like this: I don’t know what Xiao Yan said, nor did I see Lao Liu comment on it, but he frowned, and the clamps of his eyebrows became more and more tense. I have worked together for decades, and the masters are all familiar old friends. Last time I saw his face so serious, it was when I married my daughter seven or eight years ago.

It is rare to see the old guy's face and the masters are very nervous. They were still drinking tea and chatting all the time, but now they don't drink tea and don't chat anymore. They all turned their heads and went to see Master Liu's face.

When Master Liu hung up the phone, someone immediately couldn't help but ask curiously: "What's wrong with Old Liu? What's the situation?"

Then he saw Master Liu's face, which was red and black due to the sun for many years, was flowing with a look of surprise. It was only after a few seconds that he could barely stop his thoughts and stammer on his lips, "Sell, it's sold out..."

Sold out, sold out, restocked.

This time, two more months were added when restocking, and at the end of the game, it was just sold out.

At the same time, in the mall five kilometers away from the initial location, Mao Keyi and Gu Rugui completed an extreme bungee jumping mission, and also obtained one hour's operating rights for a store in the mall. Of course, because there were only twenty minutes left to sell the goods, Mao Keyi's group finally sold only one-quarter of the first batch of goods.

There is no doubt that the final victory will fall to.

...

It was almost noon and the program ended. The live broadcast of the link was cut off, and the two groups returned respectively.

The outside world is hot and hot, while the glass is as thick as nothing, which separates the two worlds inside and outside the mall and becomes a distinction between unbearable and scorching heat.

The program ended, but the enthusiasm of the tourists on the scene did not dissipate. They followed the bus all the way until Yan Ge got in and the door was closed. The lively sound was blocked by seven minutes.

A tourist waved to Yan Ge outside the car window, and Yan Ge also waved to go back - although she also knew that with a layer of one-way perspective film, people outside could not see it inside.

But she waved until the SUV started.

“Good performance.”

The sound was as light as the wind. It clearly had no weight, but it easily stopped the hand that was still waving just now.

Yan Ge turned his face from the surface of the car window.

Looking at her, Rong Chuo's lips were half-shed, his tone and eyes were dull, "He performed well just now."

As he said, his hand curled up slightly.

Slowly, Yan Ge put down his hand and, in front of the gaze that was directly looking over, she quietly lowered her eyes: "...Your credit is also found in it."

The sound was not loud, but it sounded clear from a distance of only a few feet away. Rong Chuo raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What credit do I have?"

Yan Ge pursed his lips.

"Fried with my idol's credit."

“…”

The wind of eyes swept over from the small hair, and Rong Chuo's lips slightly pulled.

Touting.

But there was no refutation.

When faced with flattery, if you don’t deny it, it means admitting it.

Yan Ge put his hands on the skirt. Because he deliberately praised his idol, he felt shy and his fingers tangled his skirt. As well, the beautifully opened Xifu crabapple on the pleated skirt was about to be pressed into satin.

Just like the flower on the skirt, the arc at the corner of the lips was pressed down with great force.

I feel happy in my heart, so I pursed my lips gently.

yes.

It's a meal with your idol.

It is steamed and cooked.

...
Chapter completed!