I pamper the little baby in 80

Sick people are always more delicate. The child looked at Yuan Hongjun aggrievedly, stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve, looked at him with big eyes, but didn't say anything. This look of hesitating to speak is really flirtatious. Yuan Hongjun's heart trembled.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, reached out and stroked Fan Ze's short hair, warming Fan Ze's eyes.

"Sleep, don't think about it."

Fan Zexiu's long and curly eyelashes swept across Yuan Hongjun's palm, leaving waves of itching, which made the corners of Yuan Hongjun's mouth twitch slightly.

There are some broken jars, so be it, no one knows how far things will develop, the children are in a different place, and now they are sick, so he can't really leave them here.

The two leaned against each other like this, and fell asleep in a daze without knowing when.

Early in the morning of the second day, when Yuan Hongjun woke up, he felt that half of his shoulder was numb and aching. He pursed his lips, looked up at Fan Ze's appearance, and saw that he was sleeping peacefully. There was no wrinkle on the brow, and he let out a sigh of relief, slowly put the person back on the bed, and carefully went out to buy some breakfast.

Although the child likes meat buns, Yuan Hongjun did not dare to buy so many meat buns for him before, so he chose some more digestible millet porridge and added a price, and asked the boss to steam a large bowl of egg custard. Even breakfast for the kids.

The big porcelain bowl is filled with egg custard just out of the cage, the yellow orange is oily, it looks quite appetizing, but the thing just out of the pan must be hot.

The breakfast shop was very busy, so naturally there was no extra person to help Yuan Hongjun deliver the breakfast back to the hotel, so he could only borrow two rags, carrying a large porcelain bowl, and walked back grinning from the heat.

Yuan Hongjun turned on the door light with one foot, and saw Fan Zemeng sitting on the bed with his hair curled up in a mess, and Yuan Hongjun's eyes lit up recently.

"Brother Yuan, I thought you left me and went out by yourself."

Yuan Hongjun quickly put all the things in his hand on the table and rubbed his earlobe to relieve the burning sensation between his fingers, then he glanced at Fan Ze and said, "Where can I go, hurry up and drink a bowl of egg custard to warm your stomach .”

Fan Ze smirked, took the spoon, and ate the egg custard bite by bite. The smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help it. Yuan Hongjun saw that the child had recovered, and his heart was at ease. Some went out and went back to the breakfast stand , brought back the porridge and buns, and the two had breakfast together.

Yuan Hongjun still insisted on taking Fan Ze to the local area.The hospital asked the doctor to prescribe some medicine to relieve stomach pain.

He has the most experience in this stomach pain in his previous life, it is best to find an old Chinese doctor to take care of it, so that it can be cured more thoroughly, but for things like looking for a Chinese doctor, it is more appropriate to go back to Shanghai.

Now that we have agreed to go back to the small park to set up a stall, we must keep our word so that customers can come back to Fan Ze and Yuan Hongjun. The artist returned to the park with two tape recorders.

Today unexpectedly many people gathered around the place where they set up the stall yesterday, waiting for the two of them to show up with their things, the uncles and aunts gathered around and chatted.

"Oh, young man, you are back. I just heard people say that there is a panda recorder to buy here. I came here early to wait for you. Is there any stock? I have to sell it to me first."

"Go, go, you old man, why did you come first, obviously we were the first to come, so one of us must come first."

A group of people were chattering, and Yuan Hongjun didn't mind being bothered. After setting things up calmly with a smile on his face, he answered the questions of the elders and aunts one by one.

After word spread about the stall yesterday, a few well-to-do families around wanted to buy a tape recorder, so they gathered around one after another. In this day and age, if a family has a Panda brand tape recorder, it will be a very honorable thing.

Although today is still asking more and buying less, Yuan Hongjun should not be angry, after all, this is a big item, if he went out to buy a high-end home theater in his era, the family would have to discuss it internally.

Everyone saw that these two young men are not only handsome, but also have a good service attitude, especially the older one, who is not angry no matter how you ask, and the answer is very detailed and humorous. I like this, so I go out for a walk in the small park if I have nothing to do, and the uncles and aunts who are exercising will gather around Yuan Hongjun and chat while listening to songs.

Needless to say, two tape recorders were sold that day.

When closing the stall, several customers also asked Yuan Hongjun when he would come tomorrow, saying that they wanted to bring friends to visit and wanted to buy, and Yuan Hongjun answered them all patiently.

After coming to close the stall, Yuan Hongjun returned to the supply and marketing cooperative where he had consigned the sale before. As soon as he entered the door, the chubby director of the supply and marketing cooperative greeted him in person, grabbed Yuan Hongjun's hand with a big hand, and his smile was called enthusiasm.

"Xiao Yuan, you are here. I have been waiting for a long time. Your tape recorder was bought the afternoon before, and many customers want to buy the tape recorder. If you don't have this one, you have to pay a deposit and queue up. Do you still have any in stock?"

The person in charge is so enthusiastic, of course, because the tape recorder has earned him a lot of money back. With a tape recorder running out, he can earn at least 30 yuan at the cost price Yuan Hongjun asked for.

Yuan Hongjun blinked in surprise. He didn't expect that the supply and marketing cooperatives would sell well here. He glanced at the list in the hands of the fat director, and he calculated that there were seven or eight of them. Not a lot.

"Hey, Director, I didn't expect this to be so easy to sell. I still have a few left in my hand, and I'll bring it to you later. The rest are in the warehouse at home. If you have a customer here Letter, sure, I will go home and get it for you right away.”

When the fat director heard that the goods were still there, he smiled even more. He said a lot of good things, and hurriedly urged Yuan Hongjun to go back and get the rest of the goods. Naturally, Yuan Hongjun couldn't just put the goods on him. It was agreed that tomorrow afternoon the guests would come to the backyard of the supply and marketing cooperative to inspect the goods on the spot and pay the full amount on the spot.

If there is money to be made, the fat director naturally readily agreed.

To be a man is to be honest, even though Yuan Hongjun has no extra stock in his hand, he still resolutely came to the small park where the street stall was set up before, talked to the customers who wanted to buy about the small stock, and offered to After queuing up for the pre-sale, and agreeing on the time and the number of people, I returned to the hotel and took the goods to the supply and marketing agency.

The tape recorder was sold out in just a few days. Yuan Hongjun was quite surprised by the purchasing power of this city. The fat director wanted Yuan Hongjun to bring more goods. Afterwards, he made a phone call to confirm that he wanted a tape recorder, and he and Fan Ze delivered the goods directly to the door, saving the trouble.