Plane Store: I rely on five-star reviews to become rich and live forever

Mrs. Chen is not a local, but she thinks she can read people very accurately. Although the man who just entered the store is dressed in a low-key style, his temperament cannot be deceived!

She understands - some honest officials are like this. They don't have a single servant at home, they only serve the people, and they have nothing to lose.

Although such people are unprofitable, they have a good reputation.

What's more, there are so many poor scholars in their thirties who have not yet won the imperial examinations who are begged to marry, let alone those who are already officials?

Mrs. Chen immediately adjusted her clothes and headdress, and then winked at her daughter. The latter pretended to get up and look for the clerk, and then bumped into Cen Qingxian.

Cen Qingxian's eyelids twitched slightly and he ducked away. Just as the strange girl was about to fall to the ground, the little monster standing on Cen Qingxian's shoulder cast a spell and held Miss Chen in the air!

"Yun'er, why are you so careless!" Mrs. Chen came over with concern, scolded her daughter, and then solemnly thanked Cen Qingxian.

The attempt failed, but that didn't stop her from continuing to strike up a conversation.

"Madam, you don't have to be polite. If you want to thank me, just thank my Mo Jing. He helped your daughter."[1]

The little monster on the shoulder is only as big as a fly, like a shrunken version of Cen Qingxian's childhood. However, his temperament is cold and cold. His hands are folded and his lips are pursed. He is not as friendly as Cen Qingxian.

When Mrs. Chen heard that it was Mo Jing, her eyes brightened even more, "I heard that only bachelors with great talents can be lucky enough to be followed by Mo Jing. This young master is really extraordinary with his talent!"

Although Mrs. Chen was talking about Mo Jing, she had no intention of thanking Mo Jing. She was all complimenting Cen Qingxian, and Miss Chen on the side also peeked shyly.

Mo Jing shivered when he heard this. Cen Qingxian had been married for many years and was already the head of the family. It had been a long time since anyone had called him son in such a disgusting way.

Mo Jing muttered "with bad intentions" and hid in Cen Qingxian's hair, refusing to come out to see anyone.

Cen Qingxian also had a question mark on his face, why did he praise him so well?

They nodded to avoid embarrassment to each other, turned around to find the shopkeeper, but were held back by Mrs. Chen again.

"Young master, are you here to take pictures?"

I'm a bit older, but since I'm here to take blind date photos, it might be my second marriage, but that doesn't matter, the threshold for second marriages can be lower!

Cen Qingxian said "hmm" and said, "My wife called me to inquire about taking photos."

After Xu Xiuyun and Qingniang returned home, they discussed taking a family photo with him. Cen Qingxian had seen the photos of his son and Ah Shao at home and was already interested. However, he wanted to take photos again this time and had no objection at all.

It happened that Xu Xiuyun's mother-in-law had something to do, so she had to send him to choose the theme. If she had any ideas, she would communicate with the shop owner in person. Cen Qingxian would make the decision himself on how to shoot and what the budget would be.

As a result, the shopkeeper didn't see it, but Mrs. Chen got stuck on her.

Mrs. Chen choked at the word "ma'am", but because of her preconceived impression, she always thought that the photo studio was for blind dates, so the man in front of her wanted to take a concubine, or the one his wife asked for.

This brain circuit formed a self-logical closed loop in an instant, allowing Mrs. Chen to say more bluntly: "Since the young master wants to take a concubine, why not take a look at my daughter, oh, it's not this, there is a younger one in the family."

If it was a stepmother, she would recommend her own daughter; if it was a concubine, she would recommend her concubine.

She deliberately emphasized the age of the annoying concubine at home, thinking that men would take the bait. She was so confident that she heard several local ladies behind her sneer.

Looking up again, Cen Qingxian's face was full of anger. He pointed at Mrs. Chen and couldn't say a single harsh word for a long time. He said "This is unreasonable" and walked away.

He walked across the street as if running away, waited for the doorman Aye to open the door, and went into the house without saying a word.

Mrs. Chen was dissatisfied with her expression, and spat: "If you don't want it, you don't want it. Why are you pretending to be noble? They all came here to take pictures, and you are embarrassed to admit it! There is no man who doesn't take concubines!"

As soon as she said this, the entire hall on the first floor fell silent for a moment.

Except for the Taoist priest Shangqing, who had nothing to do with himself and was watching curiously, everyone present was the ladies and men and women who were preparing to discuss marriage.

At this time, the faces of the young girls all changed, while the boys were lying in shame and anger after being shot.

The ladies all had a disgusting feeling that they were stained with shit. They were all gathering here to get married, and the matchmaker was getting married. But one man came out and gave his concubine as a concubine. He also brought his own daughter, who was thirty years old, with him. man...

If this spreads out and others regard them as the same kind of people, how can the children in the family discuss marriage!

The well-informed local lady became even more angry and taunted her: "My husband and wife are very loving, they are childhood sweethearts, and their son has become an enlightenment. Why are you messing around?"

"The obvious mandarin duck purse on Mr. Shum's waist is that he is blind or is he deliberately pretending not to see it?"

"You don't want to see other people's kindness, right? How can anyone rush to give their daughter as a concubine?"

"Ms. Xu has accompanied Mr. Cen all the way. Even after Mr. Cen became successful, he never left us. Our neighbors all saw it. Who do you think you are?"

Mrs. Chen suddenly became the target of public criticism. She felt aggrieved and retorted: "He said he would come here just now to take pictures! If we really want to have a deep love between husband and wife, why would he come here?"

Everyone was silent again, with strange expressions and contempt.

Gu Xingyan heard the quarrel and walked down, just in time to encounter a cold scene.

She asked the paper man to retell what had just happened in a low voice, frowned, picked up the sample booklet, walked over, and handed it to Mrs. Chen.

"Madam, I'm very sorry. The store clerk was busy today and ignored you. I see you came in early in the morning. Have you chosen your favorite theme?

"We can not only take single person photos, but also wedding photos, family photos, and centenary anniversary photos... We are doing an event recently, and if monsters come to take photos, you can even get a discount!"

A lady sneered again and said in a strange tone: "Can't you see the two sets of puppets outside? It's not like we can only take blind date photos here."

"No way, no way, haven't you touched the brochure since you've been here for a day? Do you not want to read it, or do you have no intention of placing an order at all?"

"I asked why you kept asking me to talk just now. It turned out that you wanted to do nothing but save the matchmaker's money, right?"

Gu Xingyan seemed not to hear anything, still had a professional smile on his face, looking at Mrs. Chen as gently as a spring breeze.

Mrs. Chen was ridiculed so much that she lost all face. Her face was dark and gloomy. She pulled her daughter who was trying to hide in a hole in the ground and ran away.

After Mrs. Chen left, the guests no longer chatted as enthusiastically as before, and they were confined to discussing things in low voices within their own small circle of acquaintances.

Moreover, there is a vague line between the male parent and the female parent, and they don't even look at each other.

I really have a knot in my heart.

You don't even want to give up three hundred and sixty coins, don't you just want to choose the one with the best conditions among them?

But these paid "blind dates" are just a joke, and many of them come here with a lucky mentality.

What if the wife he had a relationship with was the same person, but she was more willing to give up more than 300 yuan, then wouldn't his child be beaten by a pig?

Mrs. Chen was like a bucket of cold water in the head, completely calming down all the parents who were hoping for a chance encounter in the photo studio.