A foreign city, dear you

Lin Shushen pedaled a dilapidated tricycle, leaning on the side of Mingtian Road, riding slowly towards Dafu Shopping Mall.

It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun is at its most poisonous.

The forest is deep and you need to find a section with lots of people.

At the intersection in front, the street that intersects Mingtian Road is a pedestrian street, which is the most crowded area.

The tricycle was a piece of junk he bought from someone else for two hundred yuan.

There were two cardboard boxes stacked on the car. There was a piece of white paper taped to the cardboard box, with a few black words written on the paper: "Wet wipes for sale."

Lin Shushen has been in Yancheng for more than ten days. After these days of wandering around, he has almost a feel for the general environment of Xiangyang Town.

But he still didn't know what he could do.

There is definitely no good news from brother-in-law Cao Xueqian.

With each passing day, he felt more helpless and anxious.

A few days ago, when Ye Lian was reading a magazine, she saw an investment advertisement on the back cover of the magazine.

Ye Lian took a closer look and saw that it was a wet tissue paper and the manufacturer was looking for agents.

Wet wipes? Fresh, it must be a new product, right?

Ye Lian thought at that time that it was a hot summer and everyone was sweating at every turn. Wouldn't it be convenient and refreshing if everyone had a pack of wet wipes in their hand and could take them out to wipe them when they sweat?

When thinking this way, Ye Lian felt that this thing might have sales.

Isn't Lin Shushen looking for something to do? This might be an opportunity.

Ye Lian discussed it with Lin Shushen, and Lin Shushen also thought he could give it a try.

Ye Lian immediately called the number on the advertisement and learned that if she wanted to be an agent, she would have to get at least [-] yuan worth of goods every month, but she could get [-] yuan worth of goods for trial sales the first time.

You will definitely not dare to pick up goods worth [-] yuan at first, but you can try picking up goods worth [-] yuan.

If it succeeds, you can consider becoming an agent; if it doesn't succeed, you won't lose so much.

That day, considering that Lin Shushen had no money to buy the goods, Ye Lian took the initiative to lend him a thousand yuan without Lin Shushen asking.

Afraid that Lin Shushen would be under pressure, Ye Lian said to him again: "If you make money from this thousand yuan, you will pay it back to me. If you lose money, it will be considered a loss to us, and you don't have to think about paying it back."

Lin Shu nodded gratefully.

As soon as the wet wipes arrived, Lin Shushen pulled them out on a tricycle he had prepared and sold them.

He chose to go out to sell at noon, thinking that this time was the hottest and might be the best time to sell wet wipes. As for whether it was hot or not, he didn't even think about it.

When he came to the intersection, Lin Shushen hesitated for a moment and turned left.

Lin Shushen discovered a problem.

Yes, noon is the hottest time, but the hottest time is when there are the fewest people.

This pedestrian street is really crowded at night, but now there are not so many people.

Lin Shushen found a spot and stopped to see if anyone would be interested in the wet wipes on his tricycle and come over to look at or buy them.

He can earn [-] cents from selling one piece and [-] yuan from one pack. If he can sell ten packs a day, he will be satisfied. Once these wet wipes are successfully sold, he can become an agent.

But no one came.

Pedestrians choose shady places to walk, or walk in a hurry holding parasols, as if they are afraid of being burned by the sun.

Some people also looked at him, but their eyes only stayed on his empty sleeves, and they glanced at the box of wet wipes. That's all.

Lin Shushen wanted to shout a few times, but he didn't have enough courage.

Lin Shushen stayed for a while, beads of sweat rolled down his face, and the sweat on the back of his long-sleeved clothes became wider and wider.

He wiped his face with his sleeve, reluctant to use the wet wipes on the tricycle.

Lin Shushen pedaled the tricycle again and slowly moved forward along the street.

This time, while pedaling, he mustered up the courage to shout in a low voice: "Sell wet wipes, sell wet wipes——"

While shouting, he looked at the pedestrians on the roadside, sensing their gazes.

There seemed to be a few more people coming over, and Lin Shushen had a little hope in his heart: Will they come to buy it?

But he was disappointed.

He also paid special attention to those who sweat a lot, thinking: Will they buy wet wipes to wipe their sweat?

But he was also disappointed.

Sometimes when he sees a sweaty person taking out a tissue to wipe his sweat, he really wants to go straight to that person and say, "I have wet wipes here! They are as comfortable to use as a wet towel."

But his face is still too thin.

The pedestrian street under the tricycle is only so long, and it has reached the end before you know it.

No one came to ask, and no one came to buy.

What's next?

Lin Shushen was at a loss.

Lin Shushen turned from the pedestrian street to Xiangyang Avenue through an alley.

Xiangyang Avenue at noon, with few cars and few people, is obviously not a good place for sales.

Lin Shu stared deeply at the street under the white sun, not knowing where to go.

He took out the bottle of water he had brought out and drank a few sips.

In an instant, the water he drank turned into sweat, gurgling down from his head.

Lin Shushen rode aimlessly in any direction.

He crossed a bridge, went up a gentle slope, and slowly came to another street.

There are not many people on this street, because both sides are lined with building materials shops or shops undergoing maintenance.

Lin Shushen continued to ride forward, although he couldn't see anyone.

While riding, he heard music coming from a place. The music is sometimes soothing and sometimes strong.

What is that place?

Lin Shushen wanted to take a look curiously.

Following the music, Lin Shushen found the place. It turned out to be an ice rink.

Ice rinks are usually built in shopping malls, but this rink was built on the first floor of a factory building in an industrial area.

Lin Shushen heard the laughter and laughter coming from the skating rink and felt that there were quite a lot of people inside.

Lin Shushen imagined those people struggling to catch up on the skating rink, imagining them sweating profusely. Do they need wet wipes to wipe away sweat and moisturize their skin?

Thinking of this, Lin Shushen felt that it was very possible, and he wanted to give it a try.

When Lin Shushen saw a pole, he rode to the pole and stopped. He took off the lock, used his feet to help secure it, and locked the wheel to the pole.

He picked up a cardboard box with one hand and walked towards the entrance of the rink.

"What are you doing? Where are the tickets? Where are the tickets?" the old security guard at the door asked fiercely.

Tickets? Forget about this.

Lin Shushen, who was walking straight into the skating rink, stopped. He felt embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

The old man saw that Lin Shushen didn't look like he was going in for skating, and saw that he only had one arm, so he softened his tone and asked him, "What are you going in for?"

"I want to go in and sell wet wipes." Lin Shushen said truthfully.

"Wet wipes? What are they for?" the old man asked again.

"It's like a wet towel to wipe sweat." Lin Shushen explained.

"Haha," the old man suddenly laughed: "You are looking in the wrong place."

"Why?" Lin Shu was puzzled.