Fu Yurou didn't look up, the hollowed-out sneakers in front of her had already told her that this was not a guest, but Zhuo Yingling.
"You know her?"
The owner of the clothing store looked curiously at Fu Yurou, and then at Zhuo Yingling who was carrying large and small bags of goods.
Thinking to myself, "This time it's a treasure, this girl even said that she doesn't know anyone in the city, and she even brought me a big client."
The boss's smile became even more exaggerated, as if his eyes were full of coins.
"Since you know each other, do you want to buy a few more pairs? She won't lie to you. The things in our store are really good. Otherwise, your friend wouldn't come to work in my store. Are you reasonable? "
"I want everything in your store. Including her."
Zhuo Ying Ling pouted her buttocks, and pulled Fu Yurou's big body up hard, ready to make her stand up, but she couldn't see this, she couldn't let her good friend put on shoes for her.
"Yurou, my mother said that you got on the bus with a strange man yesterday. You couldn't have been trafficked here to work as a coolie, right?"
"Stop making trouble, Zhuo Yingling, hurry back."
Fu Yurou's elbow was lowered, and Zhuo Yingling's hand fell down.
"Do you want to do it or not? Is Ganqing here to spoil the situation? It's a good thing if people want to make a round bag. We can buy new goods again. What's the matter? Hurry up and pack it for the guests."
? Like a dream, the boss had no time to be surprised and was eager to secure the harvest.
She tried her best to suppress the joy in her heart, because seeing the bag in Zhuo Yingling's hand, the price was not cheap.
"Come here, please swipe your card here."
Zhuo Yingling took out her shopping card and pointed at Fu Yurou.
"How can you afford her? Do you know who she is?"
"Who? She's not Xiaofu, a country girl from Changshi Town, does she have any connections?"
The boss stared straight at the golden shopping card. This is the highest-level gold card in SG Mall, and it can be swiped without limit.
Her ears were also pricked up, always waiting for Zhuo Yingling's answer.
"She's a darling, if you offend her, you'll have something to eat, why don't you let her go quickly?"
"I didn't restrict her freedom. She wanted to work in my store herself. I also wanted to hire someone with experience and contacts. But now it seems that she is my lucky star. Our store can be saved."
The boss put all his belongings in this store, and even used the house as collateral to bring it back to life.
"It's enough, it's enough."
The boss's excited feet kept rubbing against the ground, as if her stomach hurt again, but she seemed to be able to hold it back.
The house is kept, and every little bit more is a net profit.
"Eh? Why can't I brush?"
The boss moved the shopping card back, forth, left, and right on the credit card machine again and again, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, and then fanned his hands, thinking that the gold card was too hot, or the system was out of order.
However, the content displayed on the poss machine is still insufficient account balance.
"Your card should have just been frozen."
The boss walked up to Zhuo Yingling respectfully, returned the card to her, and urged her to change to another one.
"Frozen? What do you mean? I only have this card."
Zhuo Yingling has been following Fu Yurou all the time, trying all kinds of weird ways to get Fu Yurou home, including tickling, pretending to be a ghost to scare people, pulling and pulling with brute force, etc., but Fu Yurou is Take a rope and pack your shoes like no one else is there.
"It must be that dead elf, see if I don't look for her." (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com