Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

"Hello comrade, what would you like to eat?"

As soon as Zhang Zhiqiang chose a place to sit down, a waiter came up to him and asked, as Zhang Zhiqiang was the only guest at the table.

"Let's have some boiled pork slices. What do you want to eat, wife?"

Zhang Zhiqiang handed over the menu.

"Whatever. I'm not picky."

Ran Qiuye said this but still took the menu.

Ran Qiuye looked for a long time and finally chose a small green vegetable. Then he ordered two bowls of rice and handed the menu to the waiter.

"Wife, didn't you want to eat meat? Why did you order vegetables?"

Zhang Zhiqiang asked curiously, is there such a thing as losing weight in this era?

That shouldn't be the case. The popular beauty now is plumpness. People believe that a big butt can give birth to a son. Ran Qiuye looks a little thin.

"Eating a balanced diet is healthy."

Ran Qiuye educated Zhang Zhiqiang and she would never admit that she thought the price was a bit expensive.

The dishes came up quickly and the two of them ate happily. Ran Qiuye suddenly felt that it was even more worthless.

The food tasted good and could be considered delicious, but Ran Qiuye's taste had been spoiled by Zhang Zhiqiang, so she felt it was just so-so.

"Wife, let's go buy a sewing machine first. After we buy it, let them deliver it. Then we can go buy some gifts for our parents."

After dinner, Zhang Zhiqiang suggested.

He only has a bicycle but no car now, so it would be inconvenient for him to deliver the goods by himself. Now basically any place that sells sewing machines offers door-to-door delivery service.

"OK."

Ran Qiuye thought about it and felt that what Zhang Zhiqiang said made sense, so she nodded in agreement.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhang Zhiqiang rode his bike and took Ran Qiuye to the supply and marketing cooperative. Now only supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores sell sewing machines.

Zhang Zhiqiang took Ran Qiuye in and found that there was no one in the supply and marketing cooperative. The staff at the front desk was taking a nap on the table.

"How can you sleep during working hours?"

Ran Qiuye said dissatisfiedly. She felt that people should work hard during working hours. What's the point of sleeping?

"Well, we're just here to buy something, don't worry about it."

Zhang Zhiqiang comforted her, feeling a little envious in his heart.

This salesperson is one of the eight major employees. Not only is his salary not low, but his day is not very busy.

Thinking about his busy day at work in the workshop, Zhang Zhiqiang felt a little unbalanced. Others could earn money just by sleeping. It was too easy.

But there is no way. Nowadays, those who can become salesmen have families with some status, and ordinary people cannot do it.

"Hello comrade, let's go buy something."

Zhang Zhiqiang called out softly.

The salesperson was probably sleeping soundly, and Zhang Zhiqiang couldn't wake him up even after calling him.

"Comrade, comrade?"

Zhang Zhiqiang called out twice again.

"what."

The salesperson rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched and asked.

"Let's do some shopping."

Zhang Zhiqiang spoke.

"buy what?"

The salesperson's tone was not good. Nowadays, salespeople have a stable job and it doesn't matter whether they sell things or not, but there is no such thing as the customer is God.

The salesperson just thought that Zhang Zhiqiang was a bad guy who disturbed his nap and had no tact at all.

“Is there a sewing machine here?”

Zhang Zhiqiang didn't care about the salesperson's tone. He didn't know much about sewing machines and needed someone to introduce them to him.

"Sewing machine? Do you have a ticket?"

The salesperson said contemptuously that anyone who can come to buy a sewing machine nowadays is necessarily older.

Even if he is young, he will be accompanied by the older ones to buy it. Zhang Zhiqiang can be seen to be only in his early twenties. How can he afford a sewing machine?

The salesperson saw Zhang Zhiqiang was tall and handsome, and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes. What's so great about being handsome? Without sewing tickets, he definitely couldn't sell them.

"Comrade, here is my sewing ticket, take a look."

Zhang Zhiqiang said as he handed over the sewing plane ticket.

The salesperson was stunned when he saw Zhang Zhiqiang actually took out a ticket for sewing. He didn't expect that Zhang Zhiqiang could actually take out a ticket for sewing.

To be honest, a lot of people come to ask about sewing machines every day, at least eight if not ten, but only a few can afford to buy one.

There may not be one out of twenty who either has no money or no ticket, but there are more who have neither money nor tickets, and they come every time just to satisfy their desire to touch the sewing machine.

This was the first time in the salesperson's career that someone as young as Zhang Zhiqiang could take out a sewing ticket.

"Your ticket is fine. You can buy a sewing machine."

The salesperson became much more polite and returned the sewing plane ticket to Zhang Zhiqiang.

There is a reason for this. Since Zhang Zhiqiang was able to produce a bicycle ticket, it shows that this person is not a simple person, no matter whether it was given by his family elders or obtained through his own meritorious service.

All of these show that Zhang Zhiqiang is no ordinary person, and the salesperson doesn't want to offend Zhang Zhiqiang for no reason. There's no need for that.

"Comrade, what's your name?"

Zhang Zhiqiang said this and stretched out his hand to shake hands with the salesperson.

"Oh, no need to tell me your last name, Xun."

"Hmm? This last name is quite rare. Is it the Xun in lavender?"

Zhang Zhiqiang asked curiously. It was the first time he heard this surname. He stuffed a pack of cigarettes into his hand while shaking hands.

"No, it's Xun from Xun Wukong."

"Oh, Sun Wukong's grandson."

The salesperson withdrew his hand and put the cigarette into his pocket without leaving a trace.

"Brother Sun, can I call you that? My name is Zhang Zhiqiang."

"Of course, we are all men from the city, so we can be considered acquainted now."

When the salesperson saw Zhang Zhiqiang’s sewing plane ticket, he knew that Zhang Zhiqiang was extraordinary. He also took a pack of cigarettes from him and was willing to make friends with Zhang Zhiqiang.

"Brother Sun, I don't know much about sewing machines. Could you please introduce them to me?"

Zhang Zhiqiang made his request.

"This is just a small problem. Brother Zhang, please come with me."

After the salesperson finished speaking, he walked to the back, and Zhang Zhiqiang and Ran Qiuye followed behind.

"Brother Zhang, we have three brands of sewing machines: Butterfly, Flying Man, and Bee."

"The Butterfly brand is 165 dollars, and the other two are 150 dollars each."

"Here, look, these are several types of sewing machines."

The salesperson took Zhang Zhiqiang to the sewing machine.

Zhang Zhiqiang looked at the three sewing machines. Apart from the different logos on the machines, there seemed to be no difference between them.

The one with a golden butterfly on it should be a Butterfly brand sewing machine.

"Brother Sun, are there any differences between these three sewing machines?"

Zhang Zhiqiang couldn't tell what was different, so he asked.

"To put it bluntly, there is actually no difference, but the Butterfly brand has an older craftsmanship, a greater influence, and is smoother to use. This is also the most exported brand in our country, so it is sold at a higher price."

The salesperson frankly said that many people knew this and there was no need to hide it from Zhang Zhiqiang.

"Okay then. I'll take the Butterfly card."

Zhang Zhiqiang made the decision.

Ran Qiuye thought about it and felt that it was no problem. Her husband's salary had increased, so she had the confidence to buy things now.

"That's settled."

The salesperson was a little surprised, as he had received many customers who bought sewing machines.

He came to check it out several times, and then his friends encouraged him. Finally, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet before he started sewing. This was the first time I saw someone as straightforward as Zhang Zhiqiang.