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The next night, a post recommending good things went online. The title was very popular. It said nakedly that it recommended comfortable, warm and fairy stockings for sisters. This post featured beautiful writing and beautiful views from various angles. The accompanying pictures attracted a lot of views.
The number of messages in the comment area exceeded 1,000 in a short period of time, and most of the comments were made by mighty men.
“Brothers, are you here to learn how to dress again?”
“Well written, please write more, I love reading!”
Lu Feiyu felt dirty, but when he turned around and took another look at Dong Wenhao’s red lips, he felt that he was also blind.
Aren’t there a lot of electronic products?
Who picked up all those electronic products?
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 Cao Guangyu, everyone started to make noodle soup with steamed buns, which was even worse than Zhou Chao, 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.”
Jiang Qin put away his ferocious expression of “squeezing them dry” and led Dong Wenhao 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, Jiang 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 Wenhao heard the word “supervisor”, he was immediately elated, his chest puffed up fiercely, and he almost opened the zipper of his down jacket.
“Wenhao, what’s wrong with you?” Jiang Qin looked at him strangely.