Conquer the beautiful president

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As soon as he entered the talent market, Chen Feng was surrounded by a large group of people, who gave him a bunch of invitation letters, company profiles, and job introductions.

Those warm and sincere words immediately made Chen Feng, an "illiterate" who hadn't even graduated from junior high school in China, feel that he was considered a talent regardless of his size.

After a lot of selection, survival of the fittest, Chen Feng finally found a job that could not only reflect his ability but also make money in the vast talent market.

A promoter of a certain company.

There is no doubt that he belongs to the fittest.

Of course, propagandist is also a relatively official title.

In the folks, people are generally accustomed to affectionately calling them, those who send out small advertisements.

Not long after, Chen Feng came out of a small advertising company with a large bundle of leaflets and stood in front of a fat man.

"Go to the Fortune Plaza in the city center and finish distributing these leaflets. Don't throw them away. I'll watch you from a distance. The salary ends every day, sixty a day, is it okay?" the fat man asked squinting.

"Don't worry, it's absolutely fine!" Chen Feng replied with a smile all over his face.

Sixty a day, six hundred in ten days, eighteen a month, twenty thousand and six in a year!

According to the current housing prices in Tiannan City, if you don’t eat, drink, get sick, or suffer from disasters, you can buy a square meter in the city center for a year, and you can buy a house in the city center if you work for 120 years!

It seems that getting rich and getting rid of the bad boy is not very far away!

"That's okay, you can carry the flyer and follow me." The fat man said blankly.

"Are we going there by bus?" Chen Feng picked up a large bundle of leaflets with one hand and followed.

The fat man glanced at Chen Feng in surprise. He did not expect that Chen Feng, who looked thin and thin, would be so strong, and he could lift such a large bundle of leaflets effortlessly with one hand.

His expression relaxed, the fat man pointed at a second-hand Alto on the side of the road, and said proudly: "No, I have a car."

The two walked to the side of the Alto car one after the other. The fat man looked enviously at the BMW m6 parked in front of his car, and muttered in a low voice: "The latest model of the BMW M series has a market price of 300 million. What a rich man."

"Hehe. No, this is actually the cheapest car in our family." Chen Feng scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Just you?" The fat man looked up and down Chen Feng, who was wearing a street stall that cost tens of dollars, and said with disdain: "Can you sell two kidneys to buy a tire for this car?"

"Uh," Chen Feng's head was full of black lines when he heard the words. He was about to take out the keys, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. He came out to work to earn money, so it's better to keep a low profile.

Opening the car door, Chen Feng got into the second-hand Alto car.

The second-hand Alto smoked, and it didn't take long to arrive at the Fortune Plaza in the city center.

Looking at all kinds of beauties walking back and forth on the street, Chen Feng felt secretly refreshed. It seems that the benefits of this small advertisement are quite good.

Looking for an intersection where there were many people and no one was handing out leaflets, with his handsome appearance, Chen Feng almost had no hair in his hands, and soon became handy in the job of handing out small advertisements.

In less than one morning, Chen Feng had already handed out a large bundle of leaflets that he had brought over.

After a morning of groping and practice, Chen Feng discovered that distributing leaflets is actually a technical task. You have to be quick to see who will take your leaflets. If you are embarrassed, or if you meet people with bad tempers, maybe you will have to be despised or something.

After handing out the last few leaflets in his hand, Chen Feng was just about to go back to the talent market to get some more leaflets. At this moment, seven or eight people wearing crooked urban control uniforms suddenly walked over, saw Chen Feng, and took the lead. The yellow-haired city manager laughed sinisterly.

"Hey, buddy, this little ad is very neat," Huangmao Chengguan said with a baton in his hand, leaning forward.

"Hehe, are you okay, are you?" Chen Feng glanced at Huang Mao, and said lightly.

"You don't even know who I am, so you dare to hand out leaflets here. I said you have a lot of guts, boy." Huangmao Chengguan said, pulling up the armband on his arm and continuing: "Do you know what this is? , urban management, money (China) urban management!"

"Um, and then?" Chen Feng said indifferently, he had heard a little about the "prestige" of Huaxia city management in foreign countries these years, and he never had any good impression of these hooligans in uniform.

Seeing that Chen Feng didn't take himself seriously, Huangmao Chengguan's expression darkened and he said, "Don't you know that small advertisements are not allowed here in the city center?"

"Sorry, I just returned to China, so I don't know much about these things." Chen Feng said with a slight smile, after finishing speaking, Chen Feng turned around and wanted to leave.

"Stop, who told you to go." Huangmao Chengguan saw that Chen Feng was going to leave, picked up his baton and stopped in front of Chen Feng.Feeling sick, did you just go back to the country?As poor as you are, you must have just returned from begging abroad.

"What do you mean?" Chen Feng stopped and frowned.

"I said, are you really stupid or are you just pretending to be stupefied? You randomly posted small advertisements and violated the city's environmental security regulations. Now I will fine you," Huang Maocheng management said arrogantly.

It is said to be a fine, but in fact it is just a protection fee in disguise. Since becoming the captain of the urban management team, Huang Mao has often led people around here to collect fines randomly, and many leaflets were handed out. However, everyone hated these gangsters in uniform.

But because Huang Mao's father, Bao Dafa, is a well-known figure in the underworld in Tiannan City, he dare not speak out against him.

"You need to be fined for distributing leaflets? What law stipulates it? Why don't I know," Chen Feng asked puzzled.

"Let's talk nonsense, our Baopi fined you because we think highly of you, don't be shameless!" At this time, a tall and thin bastard came up and raised the baton in his hand, with a bad look on his face. Said.

It turned out to be to find fault!Chen Feng touched his forehead with some headaches, and said to the Huangmao Chengguan foreskin expressionlessly: "I'll give you ten seconds, if you don't get out, believe it or not, I'll beat you so hard that your mother won't recognize you."

"Hey, hello~ I have a bad temper, what the fuck has I met who is worse than me?!" Baopi looked at Chen Feng mockingly and said.

"Haha" a chunky city manager laughed loudly, "Brother Baopi, does this grandson really think of himself as something?"

Baopi picked up the baton and said with a vicious look on his face: "Boy...you can say it again if you have the guts. Believe it or not, I will cut off your tongue right now..."

Chen Feng's impatient expression suddenly became a little cold, and he looked at Foreskin playfully and said, "Heh~ Do you know how pigs die?"

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