Chapter 258： sell goods

“Are you running out of living expenses, or do you have something else? It doesn’t hurt to just say it.”

Ying Sisi organized her words: "It's like this, Aci has been feeling a little weird lately. I feel like there's something wrong with his brain. He said he has a headache. I want to discuss it with you and take him to see a doctor."

Qin Yanjun's heart skipped a beat.

She discovered the problem with the banquet speech so quickly?

The heart is too careful.

As parents, it was only when the child was seven or eight years old that he realized that there might be something wrong with his brain.

He is the only one in the family who knows about the banquet speech.

He had to dispel her doubts.

Why don't you expose it and let the Shen family know about it?

Even if she no longer recognizes Shen Yutian, Shen Yutian cannot help her and divorce her overnight.

The banquet speech cannot be separated from her now.

This girl is not easy to fool either.

He has to be more careful.

After thinking about it for a while, he said: "You don't need to see a doctor. It's an old problem. It happens for a few days every month. It happens to me too. It's a genetic problem. I, your grandfather. Don't you think I'm fine?"

“Won’t it hurt your health? I heard that grandpa passed away when he was sixty.”

Qin Yanjun thought to himself, it turned out that he was worried about Yanci's health. "Sixty is about right."

Ying Sisi: "." How can anyone speak like this? Are you almost sixty?

Qin Yanjun realized what he had said and smiled carelessly: "I'm almost sixty. Aren't I in good health? His grandfather belongs to his grandfather, and he is separated from the banquet by me. Just look at me. ”

Ying Sisi couldn’t refute at once.

“Si Si, I have something else to do, so I won’t entertain you.” He tactfully drove her away.

"You're busy." Ying Sisi left the unit and recalled Qin Yanjun's words, which were the same as Qin Yanci's.

That may be heredity.

She didn’t think much about it and went straight to the black market.

This time she stayed outside for a long time before going in, found a place to sit down, put out the hair cream, then spread her hair and shouted: "Come and buy good things, good quality and low price. The quantity is limited, first come first served."

The woman is beautiful, her voice is a little childish, clear and loud. All the pedestrians passing by stopped.

“Girl, what are you selling?”

Ying Sisi smiled sweetly: "Sister, this is hair growth cream. You have so much hair, you won't need it."

“You are so good at talking, how do you sell it? My grandpa has little hair, so it works, but I don’t know how effective your hair growth cream is.”

Ying Sisi fiddled with her hair: "This is what I use to wash my hair. How much does it cost?"

“There are quite a lot of them. What’s the price?”

“One dollar and five cans.”

“This is too expensive.” Everyone shook their heads and dispersed.

"I have added a lot of precious medicinal materials here, and the cost is high." Before Ying Sisi could finish her words, everyone left. She was a little depressed because she sold a jar even though she was on the train.

So is it.

People who visit the black market come here for cheaper prices than in shopping malls.

Her things are more expensive than those sold in the mall.

Who is willing to buy?

But now personal business cannot be seen in the light, so she can only sell in the dark.

"Can it be cheaper?"

A timid voice came.

Ying Sisi raised her eyes.

She is a delicate girl, dressed simply, with a bald patch on her head the size of an egg.

The exposed scalp is bumpy.

With bangs in front of his forehead, the scar is particularly conspicuous. She said: "I've been burned here, and I want to buy a jar for use."

Ying Sisi estimated that no more hair would grow from such an injury, but if the hair in the front was thick, it would be able to cover the injury by lifting it up: "In the burned area, the hair root should be damaged, so hair will not grow. Use hair growth. The ointment won’t come out. So, I’ll give you a jar.”