Born Again: A Journey of Love Rediscovered Novel Chapter 167

The Dormitory Stocking Festival brought the number of group booking registrations and orders to a peak in a short period of time.

Under this situation, the good product recommendations planned by 208 did have a certain impact, and facilitated ten online orders for Wanzhong Mall. Although the number was not large, and they were all cheap items such as alarm clocks and table lamps, but what can I say? It can be considered a good start.

In addition, it is almost the end of the month, and students should have run out of money long ago.

Just like Charles Cao, everyone started to make noodle soup with steamed buns, which was even worse than Joe Zhou, who came from a poor family.

At this juncture, it is already good for Wanzhong Mall to get ten orders out.

Just wait until next month.

As soon as the living expenses are paid out next month, we will create a shopping mall combo to squeeze the college students dry!

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay. It's dry and dry. I have a toothache recently."

John Qin put away his ferocious expression of "squeezing them dry" and led Dong Wong into Xitian in the front square, waiting for the truck from Wanzhong Mall.

The delivery of goods was handled by specially arranged part-time students, so he, the boss, did not need to do it himself. However, considering that this was his first delivery, John Qin still wanted to keep an eye on it personally.

"Boss, milk tea."

"Director Dong, milk tea."

Xitian's part-time store manager Hu Xin walked over with two cups of milk tea and placed them in front of the two of them.

When Dong Wong heard the word "supervisor", he was immediately elated, his chest puffed up fiercely, and he almost opened the zipper of his down jacket.

"Wen Hao, what's wrong with you?" John Qin looked at him strangely.

Dong Wong immediately retracted his chest and said with a smile: "It's okay, the weather is dry and things are dry, my chest hurts a little."

After hearing this, John Qin exclaimed: "Since you put on lipstick, even the painful areas are amazing. Why don't you go to the back and find a place where no one is around to rub it?"

Dong Wong just took a sip of milk tea and almost choked to death after hearing: "I made a mistake, it's chest tightness."

"what time is it?"

"It's already ten past eight."

John Qin frowned: "Isn't the scheduled delivery time at eight o'clock?"

Only then did Dong Wong remember. He reached out and took out his mobile phone and made a call. After a while, he quietly said: "Director Zhang said there might be a traffic jam on the road, so let's be patient."

"Is this the manager Zhang who asked us to change the delivery time last time?"

"Yes, that's him."

John Qin took a sip of milk tea and said, "Is he delivering the goods today?"

Dong Wong shook his head: "He is the supervisor. How could the supervisor come to deliver the goods? He must have sent someone here."

"Then he knows nothing."

After John Qin finished speaking, he served Xitian with milk tea. Dong Wong followed him. The two of them found Kong Hui, a part-time college student who was responsible for picking up the goods. The three of them squatted on the roadside and started waiting.

It wasn't until 8:35 that a car with the name of Vanzhong Mall Freight Department came slowly and drove all the way to the statue in the front square and stopped in front of it.

The delivery man was named Ma Liang. He was in his early thirties, with a shiny bald head, wearing a shiny blue down jacket. He walked out of the cab with a cigarette in his mouth and puffed out a puff of smoke after landing.

The three people on the roadside just looked at him across the road, and no one said anything.

Five minutes later, after finishing smoking a cigarette, Ma Liang slowly took out his mobile phone and made a call. This scene completely fell in John Qin's eyes.

The call was to Kong Hui, and John Qin asked him to answer it as usual. After answering, the three of them went to the other side together.

"Brother, I'm here to get the goods."

Ma Liang glanced sideways at Kong Hui, pointed at the butt of the car, and motioned for him to get it himself.

Kong Hui saw that he looked quite fierce, so he didn't dare to say anything. After opening the carriage, he counted the items, and then planned to pick up the goods and leave, but was stopped by Ma Liang.

"With just this little thing, the profit is not enough to pay for gas for a trip."

"Huh?" Kong Hui didn't understand.

Ma Liang frowned directly: "I don't understand this. My car is out of gas. Can you give me a hundred dollars and I will go out and fill up the gas later."

"Our boss never said anything about refueling." Kong Hui turned around and glanced at John Qin.

"Damn, are today's college students so clueless? It's almost nine o'clock now. If it weren't for you, I should have got off work long ago. If you don't believe it, come here and take a look. My gas tank is empty. How can I get back?"

The driver, Ma Liang, was swearing and had a fierce look on his face, as if he wouldn't let him go without giving him 100 yuan.

Upon seeing this, John Qin stepped forward and asked Kong Hui to deliver the goods first.

It is indeed almost nine o'clock now, and the delivery time is a full hour late. Those who have placed orders are probably impatient to wait.

Stabilizing consumers first is the most important thing.

Seeing that Kong Hui was about to leave, Ma Liang immediately stepped forward to stop him, but was carried by John Qin's shoulders and walked to the side of the road, with a copy of Mao Zedong's hand fanning under the light.

"Fuel costs."

"Okay, you still know how to be a good person." Ma Liang happily took the money and twisted it twice to test whether it was true or false.

John Qin also had a smile on his face and watched him get into the car: "Brother, slow down on the road and don't smoke when refueling!"

"Boss, are you just going to give him a hundred yuan?"

Dong Wong was extremely angry. The freight department was paid Wan Zhong's salary and all fuel expenses were reimbursed. Who had ever heard of asking for fuel money from a partner? This was clearly extortion!

"In the eyes of society, college students are easy to bully. What can I do?"

John Qin took out his cell phone from his pocket, flipped through his address book, and called the security office at the door.

Under the dark night, Ma Liang hummed a tune and happily opened the door to the school, and dialed a phone number to Director Zhang.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, I delivered the goods."

"Yes, we are walking out now. Drink slowly and wait for me!"

"Damn, you stupid college students. If it weren't for them, I would have drunk this drink a long time ago. But these students are really cowardly. I asked for 100 yuan for gas and they actually gave it to me."

"What? Nothing could happen to them. They are just little brats. I frowned, but they didn't even dare to fart."

"Sue a complaint to Manager Yue? Then I'll say that I didn't bring any money when I delivered the goods. I borrowed 100 yuan for gas. I originally planned to pay it back tomorrow, but Brother Zhang, if they don't file a complaint, wouldn't this money be in vain? ."

He was enjoying himself when his expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly stepped on the brakes.

"Brother Zhang, please wait a moment. I have something to do here. Let's talk about it when I arrive..."

Ma Liang stopped the car, squinted his eyes and looked out carefully. He saw several security guards at the gate coming out and waving at him, which meant letting him get out of the car.

The security guards at Linda are all burly men, who are different from the old men at the security booths in the community. Especially the security captain who likes to eat jujubes. He has big arms and round waist, dark skin, and is especially scary when his face is expressionless.

"what's the situation?"

Ma Liang pulled on the handbrake and got out of the car. He heard the leading security guard say: "The exit fee is one hundred yuan."

"You still need money to go out?" Ma Liang looked in disbelief.

"This is a foreign vehicle. You must pay one hundred yuan."

"I've only been in for less than half an hour, so I charge you one hundred. Are you too shady?"

"Did you never go to college? If you want to go out for a foreign vehicle, you have to pay 100 yuan."

It's true that Ma Liang never went to college, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. He definitely won't give me the money, but he still has to get out!

So, he took out his mobile phone and called Director Zhang.

After a while, Dong Wong received a call from Director Zhang. John Qin asked him to put it on speakerphone, and Director Zhang's irritable voice came out from the receiver.

"What's going on at Linchuan University? It costs a hundred yuan to go out. Is there anything wrong with this? Have you coordinated well? My people are rushing back to send the next one. Isn't this a waste of time? It's delayed. Who is responsible for the delivery time?"

"Ahem, I'm really sorry, Manager Zhang. Maybe we didn't connect well here. I'm so sorry."

"Who are you?"

"I am the boss of the group tour, John Qin."

"If you haven't coordinated well, hurry up and coordinate. You're still talking nonsense here!"

John Qin took a deep breath: "How about this? In order not to waste your time, you pay the money first, and I will ask them to return the money after I coordinate it tomorrow, okay?"

Manager Zhang hung up the phone angrily and relayed John Qin's words to Ma Liang, who immediately shouted that he was awesome.

However, not long after the call was hung up, Manager Zhang received another call from Ma Liang.

"Brother Zhang, no way!"

"Why doesn't it work? Didn't I ask you to give me money?"

"They refused to accept it and said they only wanted the one given by John Qin, otherwise they wouldn't be able to go out today!"


Manager Zhang's heart skipped a beat. After finishing speaking, he immediately found Dong Wong's phone number and called him.

Dong Wong's cell phone was in John Qin's hands at this time, and the two of them were drinking milk tea in Xitian. When they saw a call from Manager Zhang, John Qin hung up without saying anything.

"Boss, can't you just report it to Manager Yue directly? Why did you let the security guard impound the car?" Dong Wong didn't understand.

"Report it to Yue Zhu. They will probably make excuses, saying that they forgot to bring money on the way here, and they were in a hurry to refuel. They borrowed 100 from us, but they were stupid and didn't explain clearly. They will pay it back when they come to deliver the goods tomorrow. His explanation seemed stingy on our part, but once the car is impounded, it's their turn to beg me."

Dong Wong's scalp felt a little numb: "Is it true?"

"I've seen too many people like this. Their tactics are the same. What he's betting on is that if we don't complain, the hundred yuan will be his."

John Qin glanced at his phone and found that Supervisor Zhang was calling again, so he continued to hang up.

It wasn't until the fifth call came that he reached out to answer the call and pressed the speakerphone. Manager Zhang's humble and polite voice came from inside.

"Mr. John, I'm really sorry. I just heard from Ma Liang that he borrowed 100 yuan of gas money from you?"

"No, no, no, borrowing it would be too disrespectful. That's how I respect Brother Ma."

John Qin grinned and winked at Dong Wong. Dong Wong's expression suddenly changed and he said that it was just like the boss said. They insisted that it was a loan. It was really shameless!

"Mr. John is so good at joking. It's like this. Our car really ran out of gas. Ma Liang didn't have any money with him. He borrowed it because he had no choice. He was stupid and didn't explain clearly."

"Oh, it turns out I borrowed it. There's no need to pay it back. You can make two banners for me and write them with a slash, direct delivery from Wanzhong Mall. The goods will arrive on time at eight o'clock every day. I will put them on the trailer when delivering goods in the future. Okay. ?"

"Huh? But the security room also costs a hundred yuan."

John Qin's smile became even brighter: "What does the money that the security guard asks for have to do with me, John Qin?"

Asking for a monthly ticket!