My Doomsday Women's Army

But these things can be used after he goes back, and he doesn't want to sell them.

The second choice is to sell the piece of "Vacheron Constantin" that he had photographed in Fallen Leaf City. I still remember that I accidentally photographed it at that time, and I just wanted to try the feeling of auction.

It was a pity to throw away the tasteless food. Later, this watch was left in the space and was useless. If he hadn’t seen the proprietress take out the Cartier just now, he would have almost forgotten that he still has this watch.

He wants to sell this watch, but selling this watch is too high-profile, he doesn't want to show off, or find an agent...

Walking aimlessly on the street, thinking about selling watches, a familiar female voice came from next to my ear, "Handsome guy?"

His arm was pulled again, Liu Xiaomo turned his head to look in surprise, and before he knew it, he arrived at the door of "Pretty Widow High Price Recycling"...

"Come in and sit."

The proprietress was still so enthusiastic, she dragged Liu Xiaomo into the house, and this time Liu Xiaomo was pulled in by her again, her mentality was a little different, always thinking about the old blind man's "gentlemen's country", "come here All are good people" or something like that...

Looking at the proprietress, I thought that she was also a "good person", but I also thought that I had just arrived here, at the gate of the university, so many young and beautiful girls looked at me, that was their vanity, in this degenerate gentleman country, Also began to dislike the poor and love the rich slowly...

Some contradictions...

Junziguo, some good people with vanity, what kind of people are they?

With a trace of curiosity in his heart, Liu Xiaomo also wanted to test the people here, whether they were really like what the old blind man said...

Or, that old blind man was talking nonsense to himself!

"Boss lady."

This time, Liu Xiaomo deliberately adjusted his expression, and his tone of voice became much more relaxed, "Miss Boss, I sold you all the chocolates, why are you dragging me in again?"

"Hey, look at what you said..." The proprietress smiled like a flower and said, "After the business is done, can't my sister drag you into the room for a while?"

It was the second time I saw this handsome guy, and seeing him walking on the street in a daze, I guess he was in some trouble.

Of course, the proprietress doesn't want to be brave, but if the handsome guy wants to sell something, who is he selling it to?

I will not cheat him, and the price I paid is not lower than those big recycling companies.

"My sister just saw you foolishly alone on the street, did you encounter any difficulties? Tell me about any difficulties, maybe I can help you a little..."

The proprietress poured a glass of water and handed it to Liu Xiaomo, then blinked her big eyes and looked at him, Liu Xiaomo was also looking at the proprietress, if this was in Fallen Leaf City, the proprietress's behavior was undoubtedly inviting customers, but here The most important is the "gentlemen's country"...

"Difficulties, I don't have any difficulties, I'm just wandering in the street when I'm bored..."

Standing up from the chair, Liu Xiaomo wandered around the shop casually, then took out a pack of soft Chinese in his pocket, lit it, and then went to see the proprietress, and sure enough, her big eyes were sharp and sharp.

"Does the proprietress smoke too?"

Liu Xiaomo casually threw cigarettes to her, and the proprietress quickly caught them, "My sister doesn't smoke!" She carefully looked into the cigarette case, there was almost one pack!

There are very few people who can smoke in the city now, and they are all very rich and big shots, and few of those big shots can smoke soft China!

She looked at the cigarette box again with nostalgia, walked up to Liu Xiaomo, and returned the soft Zhonghua to him. Seeing that he would not pick it up, the proprietress stuffed the cigarette into his jacket pocket, "Sister even said not to smoke..."

"Then please drink water."

He took off his backpack and threw it in the corner at will. Liu Xiaomo took out a can of Coke in the backpack. Just as the landlady put the cigarettes back into his pocket with pain, she suddenly saw him take out a can of Pepsi. She stared blankly, Liu Xiaomo Mo smiled and stuffed the water into her hand, "It's understandable that the proprietress doesn't smoke, but there seems to be no one who doesn't drink water."

Liu Xiaomo now feels that if this woman is trustworthy, maybe she can sell that Vacheron Constantin for him.

In her name.

Now let's see if she is really what the old beggar said...

"You, don't do this..."

He was still holding on to his hand. When he realized it, the proprietress hurriedly took two steps back, and the Coke fell to the ground with a thump and broke...

The sound startled her, she hurriedly took another step forward, bent down to pick up the Coke, regardless of the fact that the Coke was still bubbling, and put the Coke back into Liu Xiaomo's arms angrily, "Okay, sister It's time to get off work here, so hurry up!"

The proprietress has a cheerful personality. She can laugh at herself and call the store "Pretty Widow", and she can also enthusiastically drag customers into the house and wipe the chairs for customers...

In order not to let others look down on her as a woman, every customer who came in, the proprietress took out the "Cartier" she brought from before the end of the world.

These are the ways of survival, but it doesn't mean that the proprietress is really that kind of casual woman.

That kind of casual woman will not be selected to come to the God-given City.

Most of the people here are very friendly, and there are some men who come in to play a little joke with the proprietress, and talk a little bit...

These are not without...

But it was the first time the proprietress met someone who really dared to act so blatantly.

But even so, she didn't say anything too embarrassing, she just wanted to push this little boy away, and she wouldn't welcome him back in the future.

"My sister is going to proofread here, you should go!"

Liu Xiaomo stood there without moving. The proprietress picked up his backpack and stuffed it into his arms.

He has great strength...

I don't know what to think, the proprietress's face turned red, she pushed his chest with both hands, and exerted more strength, but he still didn't move at all, his strength is really great!

"You... If you do this again, I'll call someone over!"

The proprietress's face was slightly red and she was out of breath. Liu Xiaomo decided to try her one last time to see if she was the kind of woman who could sell herself for profit.

The proprietress's big eyes staring at her are almost burning, but Liu Xiaomo slowly took out a bottle of Moutai from her backpack.

She said that pre-apocalyptic wine is very valuable here, let alone Moutai.

As expected, the proprietress stared wide-eyed. Liu Xiaomo looked at her expression, took out another bottle from her bag, turned around, and placed both sides of Moutai on the chair behind her...

Staring at the two bottles of Moutai for a few seconds, the face of the proprietress gradually turned cold. She glanced at Liu Xiaomo and stopped pushing him. She walked back to the counter and said calmly, "Sir, I'll share your two bottles of wine with you." Offer 7 gold, if you think the price is acceptable, come to me to get the money.”

After finishing speaking, she stopped looking at Liu Xiaomo, sat down on the chair behind the counter, and picked up a book...

After tens of seconds of silence, Liu Xiaomo put his backpack on the chair, and he walked to the wooden counter, where the proprietress was quietly reading a book, not looking at him.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound from the counter, and Liu Xiaomo placed Vacheron Constantin on the counter, "Miss Boss, please verify if this watch is genuine."

One must have good eyesight to open and recycle, and the proprietress is in this business, and appraisal is also within the scope of her work.

"The identification fee is 50 gold."

After saying something coldly, the proprietress finally put down the book, raised her head expressionlessly, and in the next moment, she saw a golden Vacheron Constantin in front of her...