Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

"Ah."

In a high-end French restaurant in Yokohama, a black-haired young man wearing a pink panda sweater suddenly sneezed.

"Ouch, my little darling, are you all right?"

"The weather has turned cold recently, Shushu, remember to wear more clothes when you go out, so you don't catch a cold."

"Tsk tsk, look at this tender little hand, ah no, look at this cold little hand, it happens that I have a good American ginseng at home, I'll bring it here for you later."

This is a high-end French restaurant located in the most luxurious area of ​​Yokohama, which has been awarded three Michelin stars for five consecutive years. Most of the customers who can afford it here are either rich or expensive.Just like this group of noble ladies who have no part of their body that does not reveal the word exquisite.

Compared with the jewels and jewels of these ladies, the clothes of the only black-haired young man present can only be described as plain.

A pink panda pullover sweater and black slacks. The simple collocation that can be seen everywhere on the street looks a bit shabby here. His dress is out of tune with the environment of this restaurant.

However, this group of ladies in haute couture suits with I am rich written all over them surrounded this black-haired young man at this moment, booing him in various ways.

"Thank you sisters for your concern, I'm fine."

The corners of the young man's lips were slightly raised, and a cute smile appeared on his delicate face.

Obviously, the young man's phrase "sister" successfully pleased these ladies whose average age is over 40 years old, and the smiles on their faces suddenly deepened a bit.

"By the way, Shushu, do you still have the pearl powder you sold me last time?"

The lady wearing a CHANEL haute couture suit pointed to her face with exquisite makeup today and said slowly.

"I'm almost running out of the bottles I bought from you last time. Thanks to the bottles of pearl powder you sold me, I feel that my skin has become much more delicate during this time."

"Yes, yes, I found that my skin seems to have tightened a lot, and the fine lines around my eyes have disappeared."

"My husband also said this morning that my skin and complexion have improved a lot. Tsk tsk, if one day my skin becomes like Shushu, I won't have to worry about that old guy looking for someone outside all day long. "

"Come on, it doesn't matter that you are a whole round older than Shushu, you can be his mother."

The noble lady who was teased was not angry, but she continued to make a joke after this sentence with a smile.

"If my son is such a long book, my family will probably have to wonder if I have found someone outside."

As soon as these words came out, the ladies covered their mouths and laughed.

Chu Shu has long been accustomed to these noble ladies taking his appearance as a topic of chat. He took out several thumb-sized glass bottles from his arms. The transparent bottles contained fine white powder. He filled these with pearl powder The glass bottle was handed to the group of ladies around him.

"This kind of pearl powder is not easy to get. I only have these now. If my sisters still need it, I will contact you as soon as I get the goods."

Although these ladies are not very satisfied with the amount of pearl powder they got.But for the sake of the black-haired young man's pretty face and well-behaved attitude, they didn't make it too difficult for him.

The tall and handsome foreign waiter pushed the silver dining car towards here. The exquisite dining car contained the afternoon tea and snacks ordered by these ladies.

The noble ladies originally wanted to have this beautiful black-haired young man to dine with, but the young man politely declined the invitation of several noble ladies on the grounds that he had to meet a client later.

The moment he walked out of this high-end French restaurant, Chu Shu let out a long breath of relief like a deflated ball.

He got into a relatively remote alley, and after confirming that there was no one around, he took out a few stacks of kraft paper with a certain thickness from his arms, weighed it in his hand a few times, felt the feel and weight, and then unsealed it. Take a peek inside.

Very good, the rent and food for the next six months are settled.

Chu Shu stuffed today's harvest back into his arms happily, and decided to go to the supermarket to buy some better ingredients later, and go back to celebrate with the whole hot pot at night.

A sly smile flashed in the clear and bright black eyes, and the corners of Chu Shu's mouth slightly raised, sweeping away the obedient and docile little sheep he showed in front of the ladies just now, the black-haired youth at the moment looked like a A cat that stole fish is complacently counting its spoils.

Chu Shu came from the flower grower next door. He came to Yokohama only two months ago, and quickly developed a purchasing agent business in this city.

However, he is different from those daigou who purchase Nissan skin care products and cosmetics from drugstores and duty-free shops and resell them back home. What he buys as a daigou are the special products of flower growers.

The ladies in the restaurant just now are one of his regular customers, and they buy some skin care products from the florist from him from time to time. So far, the most popular among these ladies is the pearl powder from the florist , this kind of pearl powder can not only whiten and rejuvenate the skin, but can even play a role in lightening the spots, and it is widely praised among these ladies.

However, it is impossible to do business perfectly, and it is natural to have bad reviews if there are good reviews.

For example, at this moment, these people in black suits surrounded Chu Shu with the words "the visitor is not kind" clearly written on their faces.

Chu Shu glanced at the black muzzles pointing at his head and heart, his brows and eyes were slightly bent, and he showed a cute and flattering smile.

"There is a saying in our country that a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. Brothers, if you have something to say, you can say it well. There is no need to use a knife or a gun."

"Don't talk to me about your bullshit theory! You bastard dared to use a fake gun to tease our Qingtian group. Today you will pay the price for your stupid behavior."

The leader in a black suit put his gun on the young man's forehead. His movements were too rough, and the black muzzle of the gun directly made an obvious red mark on the young man's white forehead.

The muzzle of the gun was so close that Chu Shu could even smell the inside of the gun.

"Huh? Fake gun?"

Chu Shu blinked, and a trace of surprise flashed in his beautiful black eyes.

"If you mean the batch of imitation guns you purchased from me earlier, of course they are fake. I am a good agent who abides by the law. How can I have real guns here? Besides, you purchased those guns from me at that time. When they approved the imitation guns, they didn’t say that they wanted real ones.”

When these underground forces trade some sensitive items, such as weapons and certain drugs, in order to avoid being caught by the government/government and the military and police, they usually use some obscure code names to refer to these items.

Chu Shu said that I am just a small purchasing agent who just came to Yokohama and can't even speak Japanese fluently. How could I understand the slang in your industry.

Seeing the faces of the group of black suits on the opposite side getting worse and worse, Chu Shu smiled and proposed a solution, "How about this, if you are not satisfied with this transaction, you can return the batch of fake guns, the most important thing in business" Integrity' word, here I support seven days no reason to return."

What responded to him was a bullet that grazed his sideburns, the leader in a black suit looked at the black-haired young man opposite him with the eyes of a dead man, and said in a cold tone, "There is no need for that anymore, we don't make deals with dead people. "

Someone is alive, but he is dead.

Are you Zang Kejia from Japan?

Chu Shu blinked, "So there's no need to discuss this matter?"

He raised his hand to touch his left temple hair, which had been shortened by a knot, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became slightly lighter.

"Actually, I don't want to use this trick if I can."

Chu Shu sighed, stepped forward with his right leg to form a bow, opened his left hand to his side and hooked it slightly inward, in a strange posture.

His inexplicable set of movements successfully bluffed the opposite group of black suits who had never seen the world.

"Boss, could this be the rumored skill of planting flowers? This kid must be a master, right?"

A man in a black suit approached the leader and whispered in a low voice.

The leader in the black suit had a dark complexion, and seemed to have the same idea as his subordinates.

Before they came, they had checked the origin of the man who planted flowers.However, apart from his name, nationality, and when he appeared in Yokohama, everything else is a mystery. If this man is really a hidden master...

Chu Shu completely put away the smile on his face, his dark eyes stared sharply at the group of unfriendly black suits opposite him, and then he suddenly pointed in surprise behind the group of black suits.

"It's so despicable! Did you even call the military and police over?!"

Hearing the word "Military Police", all the black suits present were stunned for a moment. They subconsciously followed the direction of the young man and looked back, but there was nothing behind them, and when they turned their heads again, , only to find that the black-haired young man who was standing there had long since disappeared.

"Damn it! I got caught by that brat again! Chase me! Even if you search the whole of Yokohama, you have to find that bastard!"

The leader in the black suit reacted after being stunned for a few seconds, and angrily gave instructions to the subordinates behind him.

……

Sun Tzu, a famous military strategist in our country, once said: 36 tactics, the best strategy is to go.

At this moment, a handsome boy from a florist is running around in the streets of a foreign country.

In the process of fleeing for his life, Chu Shu accidentally caught a glimpse of a relatively clean trash can at the corner of a certain street. Hearing the hurried footsteps behind him, Chu Shu didn't hesitate and ran directly to the trash can. In front of the barrel, intending to temporarily hide in it.

As a result, as soon as he lifted the lid of the trash can, he met a calm iris-colored eye.