System of good deeds in the world

Chapter 284 Rejection
"The speed at which you can make money is much faster than that of me selling luxury accessories. Otherwise, I might just close the shop and sell corn to you."

Tang Yue counted the money softly, and said to Lin Pengfei who was also busy with some self-deprecation.

If someone had told me three days ago that each corn cob could sell for 300 yuan, and the sales were extremely hot, Tangyue would definitely think he was crazy and talking nonsense.

But now Tangyue realized that she was going crazy.

Counting the money by myself is going crazy.

The corn cobs are really sold for 300 yuan each. So many people queue up to buy them, and they don’t buy them one by one, but buy ten corn cobs at a time.

If it weren't for the man next to him who limited the maximum number of one person to buy ten at a time, he would probably be robbed crazy.

Yesterday, Tangyue was a little skeptical about the efficacy of the corn on the cob, but now she completely believes it.

If the corn on the cob didn't have that effect, there would never be so many people queuing up to buy the corn on the cob. This is word of mouth, real word of mouth!
Now Tangyue was very curious, how could this corn cob have such a powerful effect.

"That can't be done, I can't afford that salary!"

Lin Pengfei shook his head and said.

I can earn up to 300 yuan selling a corn cob, and this Tangyue can earn thousands or tens of thousands selling a luxury accessory. How can I compare with her!
"You don't need to pay wages, just give me ten corn cobs a day. I don't want this request!"

Tang Yue said with a smile.

"It's not high, but I still can't afford it!"

Lin Pengfei was busy selling corn cobs as he spoke.

Half an hour later, the twelve loads of corn cobs that Lin Pengfei brought today were sold out.

"Today's is sold out, if you still want to buy it, please come early tomorrow!"

Lin Pengfei said the people in line.

There are about 20 more people who have not bought it.

"Boss, isn't there still more than a dozen corn cobs, why are they sold out?"

The middle-aged man in the first row pointed to a basket of more than a dozen corn cobs and said to Lin Pengfei.

"These dozen or so corn cobs belong to me. If you want to buy them, queue up early tomorrow. Otherwise, when it's your turn, there will be no more."

Tang Yue said in a good mood.

The little farmer next to him was quite conscientious, he left a dozen corn cobs for himself, and did not help him all morning.

Seeing what Tangyue said, the group of people who lined up didn't say much, and just left.

The main reason is that these people at the end of the line are simply those who saw so many people queuing up to buy corn, followed by queuing up to buy this extremely expensive corn on the cob.

To put it bluntly, it is a group of rich people who follow suit.

It's not that I can't buy this corn cob, and I feel depressed.

"These dozen or so corn cobs are my reward for you today. How about it? I'm not bad!"

Lin Pengfei pointed to a dozen corn cobs in the basket, and said to Tangyue with a smile.

Fortunately, Tangyue was helping out. If he hadn't been helping out, if he was alone, he wouldn't have sold out the corncobs so quickly.

"You have a conscience, I feel sore from counting money in my hand."

Most of the people who came to buy corn cobs today were elderly people. Many of them didn’t know how to pay with their mobile phones, so they all brought cash.

Tangyue couldn't even remember the number of sheets, how many sheets she had counted, it was estimated to be tens of thousands.

"Hands are sore, it's okay, just eat a corn cob."

When Lin Pengfei said this, he took out a corn cob from the basket and handed it to Tang Yue.

"Is it okay to eat a corn on the cob?"

Tangyue was a little skeptical.

This corn on the cob is not a panacea. Eating one will relieve your hands from soreness?

"Don't you know if you try it?"

No matter how much she said about this matter, it was not as effective as her own experience.

At this moment, reporter Xiaowan came to Lin Pengfei with a microphone: "Hi, I'm Xiaowan, a reporter from Apple Video, can I interview you?"

Lin Pengfei glanced at the handsome female reporter holding a microphone, shook his head and said, "No!"

People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Lin Pengfei doesn't want to be in the news, and he doesn't want everyone to know that his corn can sell for 300 yuan each.

After all, people tend to be jealous, and if they become famous, this trouble will follow.

It seems that this way of selling corn on the street by yourself will not work.

Lin Pengfei frowned involuntarily.

"Sir, I won't waste a few minutes of your time. Aren't you selling corn? With our Apple video to promote you, your corn on the cob will definitely sell more prosperously."

Reporter Xiaowan said hastily.

I just interviewed several people who lined up to buy corn on the cob, although some of them didn't quite believe that the corn on the cob had such a magical effect.

Being able to get so many people queuing up to buy this corn on the cob is very valuable news in itself.

It would be even better if we could dig out the secrets.

As for whether he is a liar or not, reporter Xiaowan watched for a while just now, and the people in the queue are all buying the corn cobs for real money, so he is sure that he is not a liar.

"I'm sorry that I don't accept interviews. All citizens have the right to privacy. You can't interview me without my permission, let alone expose me, otherwise I will sue you."

Lin Pengfei said unhappily.

My own corn cob is so good, I don't need the help of journalists at all, it's better to keep a distance from myself.

"you……"

Reporter Xiaowan suddenly didn't know what to say.

Interviewing him by himself is not harmful to him, it can increase his popularity, and the corn cob can be sold more easily. Originally, reporter Xiaowan thought that he would definitely accept it, but he never thought that he would refuse it.

"There's nothing you don't have..."

As Lin Pengfei said, seeing the cameraman behind Xiaowan reporter pointing at him, his expression changed, and he quietly kicked a small stone under his feet.

This stone is really not big, just the size of a pea.

"what……"

As the photographer doctor screamed, the middle-aged photographer who was holding the camera to shoot Lin Pengfei couldn't hold the camera, and the camera fell to the ground with a "bang".

The original live broadcast also cut off the signal.

"Master Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

Reporter Xiaowan was also taken aback, and hurried over to ask about it.

This is a program accident. The live broadcast of the program was interrupted due to camera damage. This is a very serious matter, and you will be criticized if you go back.

If they fail, they will not only lose money, but also be fired.

After all, the outdoor live broadcast cameras of this TV station are expensive. If it loses money, it is estimated to cost 10,000+, or 10,000+.

"My...my left arm hurts..."

Master Zhang's face turned blue from the pain.

I didn't know what happened just now, but my arm suddenly hurt, as if it was hit by something. The pain was so severe that I couldn't even hold the hundreds of thousands of cameras in my hand and fell to the ground.

If I have to pay for this, I really can't afford it!
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