Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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Under the bridge cave in a capital, Wang Xiaoer, as the most diligent newspaper delivery and retailer, was riding his little three-wheel wind and rain waiting for the arrival of this newspaper.

He took a colleague from West Street and passed a cigarette. He saw yellow smoke billowing on the dusty road and drove a white broken face.

The header ‘Smoke Gun’ is the largest distributor of newspapers in the east of the capital city. He has more than 30 newspaper reporters under his hands.

As a successful person, he trusts his professional vision very much. It is said that the publishing house has sent a new magazine today, but he has no intention to take a closer look. Since others have given him a conservative amount, he should give him a little face.

I still have the ability to eat this batch of goods myself.

Thinking of the smoky gun here, one foot brake, the car that was about to die, parked in the center of the dispatch station.

The gun opened the trunk, and the dispatcher greeted him with special eyesight, and took the initiative to help the header to unload the goods.

The smoke gun took out the cigarette in his hand, and Wang Xiaoer diligently hit the lighter and lit the cigarette of his own leadership.

"You guys have read carefully, don't confuse their respective names, and there is a new magazine published today, which is still the old rules, divided according to the number of newsstands in charge!"

"what??"

"How is that? Boss, have you palmed your eyes first, their new magazine likes to overdo it."

"That's right, one by one, I'm not overwhelming. Are you going to return to the magazine after a week?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoer shivered when he took back the lighter. His career had just expanded by two newsstands. He encountered such a thing. It is a blessing or a curse. It is hard to predict now.

The smoke gun bit the smoke and fart in his mouth and shouted at the people under his hand: "Yeah! Yow! What do I care about your life and death? Laozi wants low security, when will you smoke me? I pit you!"

The dispatchers were relieved. If the newsstand returned the goods, the loss would be shared with them. Isn't the labor cost money?

"Less nonsense, let the people under you be diligent, it's 6 o'clock, and one by one will move the newspaper away."

Everyone put their minds down, and dozens of people took a few moments to move the magazines and newspapers full of cars into a slick look.

Numerous tricycles left the bridge hole and dispersed like tide in all directions.

The spit spit the smoked fart that was about to be exhausted on the ground, rubbed it with a cloth shoe sole, and covered the trunk with a small face to prepare to go home to rejuvenate.

There was a missing magazine in the back slot of the small noodle car. The cigarette gun pulled it out of the side slot. At a glance, I saw the gift in the magazine packaging. It was a round red lip gloss.

Hey, after a while, she took it home and gave it to her mother-in-law, saving her from shouting about buying those expensive cosmetics.

The delicate plastic wrapping paper was torn apart, and the transparent little lip gloss fell on the hand of the cigarette gun. He glanced at the cover of the magazine at will.

If you remember correctly, this is the newly released fashion magazine today. This foreign magazine is a wealthy, hard-covered magazine, and comes with a gift, only 15 yuan.

The glance at that glance has been forgotten in rivers and lakes since then.

The smoke gun was attracted by the vogue magazine in his hand at one glance, and the colorful lip gloss box in his hand was also covered by the brilliance of the model on the cover.

He flipped through the newly released magazine and closed the pages of the book tremblingly, but looked at the page cover in the blink of an eye. The black and white photos with a strong sense of collision made him different. Ordinary feeling.

It was as if he had returned to the age of 18, and the day he and his wife, Almond Blossom, were in the straw haystack in the summer, the same romantic and refreshing, passionate.

I have to do something now to be worthy of the face on the cover. The smoke gun picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello, old Li? Alas, it's me. The new magazine released today is that black-and-white fashion magazine. Alas, yes, I haven't ordered a minimum guarantee for each newspaper kiosk under my hands? "

"I just saw it. I have more than 6000 newsstands under my hand, and I need an additional 6,000 copies of inventory."

"No, no, it's not reserved, reserved, I sold out here and got the goods as soon as possible."

"Ah, don't worry if you say you have a lot of stock? That's it! Just ask Lao Li for you."

The smoke gun took a breath, hung up the phone in his hand, smirked at the copilot's still arrogant magazine cover, put a lip gloss on the thin lips of Qin Guan's photo, and stepped on the accelerator to find apricot The mother-in-law went.

At this time, Wang Xiaoer, the dispatcher, wiped the sweat on his head and pedaled for three rounds. The first newsstand was near.

Newsstand boss Lao Zhang is unloading the baffle from the outside of the pavilion. He looked at Xiao Sanlun's approaching and greeted without looking back: "Xiao Wang, you unload the goods first, or follow the old rules. I won’t greet you when I shoot."

"Ugh!"

Wang Xiaoer responded crisply and took the first magazine and newspaper out of the car and put it in front of the magazine shelf outside the pavilion.

The first one got it, and he was faster. Before the kiosk went to the booth at 7 o'clock, it was all done.

The small three-wheeler slowly stepped away, and Lao Zhang took the scissors to cut the bundled nylon packaging rope, and began to put them on the shelf according to the type and code.

Before long, this newspaper and kiosk near the subway entrance will usher in its first peak sales period.

The urban workers in a hurry, carrying their backpacks and carrying them early, walked towards the entrance of the subway station that they must sit every day.

When passing the newsstand, many people will stop for a while and pick out the thoughtful books that pass the time in the dozens or even dozens of minutes of work.

"Boss, come to Ruili!" A young girl dressed in fashion, scanning her magazine on the shelf while pulling out her purse.

"Ah, wait, I'll look at it again." The girl's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the black and white scenery on the cover of a colorful magazine.

She reached out and pulled the book from the magazine shelf, and the whole picture of vogue was revealed.

Among the cover photos of female stars, Qin Guan's black and white photos became the most striking covers.

Light eyelashes, confused eyes, slightly thin lips, all reveal the essence of shocking beauty. The slender neck, beautiful throat knot, all show the masculine style.

"Boss, I want this one, and bring along gifts? I want two!"

Buy one more and send it to the little sisters who share the most interesting tastes in the office. This is the first issue. Such a beautiful magazine should not be missed.

"Thanks, 30 yuan!"

The little girl took out three banknotes and handed them to the boss, and then took the same one from the shelf.

The old Zhang who received the money thoughtfully touched his chin, looked at the bookshelves that had been vacated, moved all the vogue magazines out of it, and took out four books on the shelf, which was even more so Obviously, the crowd passing by in the distance saw the black-and-white style in the flowers and willows. (To be continued.)