Shenhao started from setting up a street stall

Chapter 369

Su Han thought about it for a while, just wondering whether it was suitable to ask Chen Shengkai for help in this matter, but it was because of other reasons, but it was not necessary.

But after thinking about it, it's better not to mess around, just find a booth.

"If you say that, I really have something for you to do."

Chen Shengkai bent his waist slightly, touched his nose with his fingers unconsciously, his eyes couldn't hide his joy, and his attitude became more respectful.

"Master, just tell me if you have anything to do, and the disciple will definitely make it happen for you."

Su Han leaned back comfortably on the stool, put his left hand on the table, casually played with the wine glass, turned his head and looked respectfully standing beside him.

It was particularly eye-catching, and he said in an extremely flat tone: "Do you know what I do?"

Chen Shengkai was also extremely curious about what kind of job a person with such advanced martial arts as his master did.

Previously, he had clearly rejected the idea of ​​taking over the martial arts gym, so he might not still be engaged in work related to martial arts.

Moreover, although Su Han was dressed in a low-key manner, his every move revealed extravagance, and it seemed that he was not a master who was short of money.

Chen Shengkai couldn't figure it out, so he could only ask, "I really can't figure it out, Master, I'm really curious about what kind of work you do, Master."

Su Han sold out, and was very satisfied with his apprentice's bewilderment, so he no longer concealed it.

"Actually, I am in Chinatown today in order to find a place where I can sell something. My usual job is to set up a street vendor."

After listening to Master tell about his work, Chen Shengkai opened his eyes extremely wide, opened his mouth exaggeratedly, and felt very unbelievable with the turmoil in his heart.

How could a person as powerful as his master be a street vendor? I just felt that Su Han was joking with him.

"Master, you don't really set up a stall, do you?"

Su Han frowned slightly, the corner of his mouth was half a smile, he kept tapping the table with his fingers, and looked at him wonderingly: "What's wrong? It's incredible that I set up a street stall?"

Sensing a possible problem with his expression, Chen Shengkai couldn't help but raise his heart, thinking that he might have offended Master inadvertently.

So he quickly corrected his mistake and said: "No, I'm just curious about what Master is selling."

"How can an expert like Master be the same as other ordinary people? He should be different from everyone else."

Su Han stopped tapping his fingers, calmed himself down, no longer intending to moles his apprentice, and said in a serious tone.

"Okay, no kidding, I wanted to come here today to find a suitable place to set up a stall and sell something."

"Since you are familiar with this place, I will leave this matter to you."

Chen Shengkai breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that the master was just joking with him, thinking that he didn't mean to offend him, and it seemed that the master was not a narrow-minded person, but he was more playful.

"Master, you can rest assured and leave it to me. I will definitely find you a satisfactory position."

After a meal, both parties were quite satisfied. After explaining about his apprentice, Su Han went home to have a rest, and decided to start his glorious and promising business of setting up stalls at night.

In the evening, in Chinatown, not far from where Chen Shengkai performed martial arts, Su Han took the portable folding table on the cart and properly arranged his booth.

His booth is located at the intersection of China Street, where people come and go everywhere, it is considered a prime location.

However, in the United States, there are very few people setting up stalls, so his movements are extremely abrupt, and people can't help but stare at him curiously.

Su Han didn't care, or he was used to all kinds of attention, and even the expression on his face didn't change at all, he was still so cold and handsome.

After he finished disposing of the table, he took out things from the car one by one and put them on the table.

Taking a closer look, what Su Han took out were all parts of various types of precision machinery, which looked extremely high-end.

Finally, after he finished placing all the parts, Su Han took out an electronic speaker and started selling it.

"Let's take a walk and take a look. There are all kinds of precision instruments and equipment parts. If you don't want to buy them, come and have a look."

The passing crowd couldn't help but be attracted by his cries, and stopped in their tracks. After understanding what he was doing, they all burst into laughter.

They have never seen someone sell things in such a low-grade way by setting up street stalls in such a bustling China Street. Generally speaking, people rent storefronts for business.

Prompted by the novelty mentality, they couldn't move away immediately. While looking at Su Han who was serious about selling things, they felt that all these obstacles were ridiculous.

"Who is this person? Why did such a thing here?"

"I don't know, I have no quality at all."

"That's right, in a public place, isn't this hindering pedestrians?"

"By the way, do you see what he is selling?"

"I don't know, it seems to be selling some mechanical things."

Ordinary people, how can they recognize such high-tech equipment parts, tell them that they understand the use of these things very well.

Moreover, they also feel that if they really want to buy these things, they can just buy them in stores. Do they need to buy them on the street?There is no guarantee at all.

How did they know that the things that Su Han sells at the stalls are really bad street goods? Not only are these things not sold in the United States, but even in the country of Hua, they are things that only Su Han's company can leave the factory.

But the crowd is not all ignorant ordinary people, there are also some experts who are engaged in related work.

After the initial shock, he yelled involuntarily.

"I know what this is, and it's actually sold on a small street stall."

Hearing his shout, all the pedestrians looked at him.

The person who was watched, after a while of tension, explained.

"The things he sells here are all precision parts that are not sold in the United States. They are mainly used for machine tool equipment for some scientific research projects. If there are no such parts, the entire project will not be able to proceed."

"And it's not just one kind, there are many kinds of parts, which we don't have here in the United States. High-end aerospace electronic finishing circuit boards can all be used."

After listening to his explanation, the melon-eaters finally figured out how stupid Su Han's stuff was.

At this moment, the audience looked at the great god who was selling things in silence and shock.

(End of this chapter)