Chapter 21: As for

The original owner had a specialist degree, which almost everyone in the company knew.

He was spoiled too hard when he was a child, and he only cared about crazy play every day. The results of the college entrance examination is not good, Qi's father wanted to send him abroad, he was in the rebellious period, rejected the good intentions of the family, bent on the specialized colleges.

But who says that students from specialized colleges are necessarily bad at studying? Qi Xingchen was a bit uncomfortable, ignoring Zhou Yu, and looked over Xiao Tie's questions.

Then he took a pen and paper : "Xiao Tie, your solution is off. This function ......"

We all have the desire to learn, and when the assistant cameraman saw Xiao Tie's homework, he was especially curious about how to solve it. Seeing Qi Xingchen's clear logic, he was attracted to him.

The cameraman seldom sees celebrities doing their homework, so he curiously ran over to watch. When a question was finished, Qi Xingchen scribbled two strokes on a piece of paper, "So the answer is ...... Why are you all looking at me?"

"Wow, Xingchen, you still remember the middle school questions?" The follow up assistant asked.

"Isn't this the most basic function," Qi Xingchen said, "If you forget it, how can you learn high math?"

"High? Number?"

When he heard the word high math, he jumped three feet high as if the assistant with the shooting had stepped on his tail: "Xingchen, you can still learn to understand high math?"

Qi Xingchen : "......"

In real life he is at least a college student in a 211 college, what's so hard about high math?

However, in order not to collapse the original owner's "specialist" persona, Qi Xingchen pretended not to hear, and told Xiao Tie the steps to solve the problem again, and then asked: "The answer to this question is not important, but the important thing is the idea of solving the problem, do you remember the idea? Have you memorized the idea?"

Xiao Tie scratched her head, "Xingchen, I have to think about it again."

It's good to think, Qi Xingchen nodded.

"So, Xingchen," Xiao Tie's voice was careful, "if there's a question I don't know, can I ask you again?"

"That's fine, I'm staying at Tseng's house, so you can come to me anytime you have a problem."

"Then I ...... classmates can ask you too if they don't know how?"

How many kids can there be in a village, Qi Xingchen said, "It doesn't matter, come to all of them!"

After finishing Xiao Tie's homework, the bazaar was getting more and more traffic. Everyone got on task and started helping Lao Tie sell his goods.

Unlike the shopping malls in the city, the market in this side of Niu Ben Town is open air. The long cross-shaped street is filled from end to end with stalls selling all kinds of goods, from hair bands and snacks to machinery and farming tools.

The bazaar is held once a week, and many of the small merchants who make their living by selling their wares are waiting for this day to make enough money for their families to survive, and are already selling their wares.

The seven guests had never sold anything before, so they didn't know what to do for a while, and they also followed the example of the uncle selling melons next to them.

But yell for a while, in addition to some people see so many people selling goods is quite fresh, appreciate the face to buy a few, and then has not been sold.

Qi Xingchen observed from the side, feeling that it would not be possible to continue like this, and that the mission would fail in all probability, he shoved the iron ladle in his hand to Zhang Yunfei: "Brother Yunfei, you hold on for a while, I'll go to look at the situation in other houses."

"You don't want to go by yourself in this unfamiliar place," Zhang Yunfei could tell that Zhou Yu and Qi Xingchen weren't dealing with each other, and rushed to Bai Ye, "Xiao Bai, please accompany Xingchen on a trip. Xiao Bai, please accompany Xingchen on this trip."

Bai Ye agreed that he couldn't let the little fan walk alone, after all, this was the lord who never said a word about his injuries. Raising his long legs, he led the way to the other end of the market.

Qi Xingchen had no room to refuse, so he hurriedly followed him.

Not long after leaving, Qi Xingchen began to regret - why did he let Bai Ye follow him, wasn't he looking for trouble?

Only to see the whole street, but all the women who passed by Bai Ye, from seventy years old woman, down to three years old girl, eyes are like sticking to Bai Ye, accompanied by such as "this guy is really handsome", "big brother good looking" and so on praise. "Ah ah ah good handsome good handsome, hehe why look familiar" and so on praise.

Luckily, there was a big difference between the identity of a top stream idol and the identity of a young man wandering in the marketplace, so far no one dared to recognize him. Qi Xingchen quickly fished out sunglasses from his backpack and handed them to Bai Ye: "Here, put them on."

"Hmm?"

"Do you want to be on the social news tomorrow?"

Qi Xingchen puffed out his chest and followed the announcer's tone, "Yesterday, a serious stampede occurred in Niu Ben Town. After investigation, the cause of the accident was due to the artist Bai Ye strutting down the street and women clamoring to get a glimpse of his handsome face ......"

"...... Okay, stop," Bai Ye pursed his lips, "I'll wear it."

He turned his head to reach for his sunglasses as he spoke, the thin ends of his eyes raised in a very nice curve, his jawline taut, obviously holding back a smile.

Qi Xingchen's first reaction: Damn he's so damn handsome!

Second reaction: we can't let him laugh, and if we do, these women won't go even crazier!

He couldn't wait for Bai Ye any longer and jumped in front of him, pinning his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose with precision.

Examining for a moment, he realized that the other party s exposed eyebrows, nose, mouth and so on ...... also look good excessively attractive.

So he pulled out his hat again and, with a pia, snapped it onto Bai Ye's head.

Bai Ye stood still, letting him pour it out, and said helplessly, "Satisfied?"

"So-so," Qi Xingchen tsked, "would have been better with a mask."

"...... What are you trying to hide me as?"

"It's not my fault," Qi Xingchen held up his hands, "Who made you so good looking."

After saying that, he realized with hindsight that he seemed to have said what was on his mind, and hurriedly shut up, pretending that he hadn't opened his mouth just now.

Bai Ye, however, is not deaf, looks at the camera and whispers, "What did you just say?"

Qi Xingchen : "......"

Bai Ye: "Do you think I look good?"

Qi Xingchen eyeballed him from side to side and said vaguely, "I've always complimented you on your good looks, haven't I?"

Come to think of it, the little fan did openly blow his rainbow farts quite a bit. But it's hard to tell if that rainbow fart thing is real or not, how can it be as real as unintentionally saying it.

Bai Ye was in an inexplicably good mood, Qi Xingchen stole a glance at the upturned corners of his mouth and said indignantly, "As for this?"

Seeing his defeated look, Bai Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Thanks for the compliment, you look good too."

Qi Xingchen : "......"

Qi Xingchen: "Heh heh."

As far as, quite as far as.

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Qi Xingchen and the tightly wrapped Bai Ye circled around the bazaar and didn't look too good when they went back, "I just counted, there are a total of three iron sellers in the bazaar. One of them is at the intersection with the most traffic; the other is similar to Uncle Tie's side, but the price is cheaper, ranging from three to ten dollars, so there are quite a few people buying them."

"Yes, hey." Old Iron sighed, "I originally had quite a lot of buyers here because of the thick iron and good paint coating. Later on, I was frozen by those two families and only repeat customers are willing to look for me."

The crowd made a mistake, the old iron stall is equivalent to a bad location, the price is not good, although the quality of the product can be, but a piece of iron is only ten twenty dollars, four or five dollars cheaper is equivalent to a quarter cheaper, the customer is naturally willing to want to be cheaper.

Competitiveness sucks.

Liu Ziyu tried, "Uncle Tie, can you lower the price and try going for volume?"

"I'm afraid I can't," Uncle Tie looked sad, "Take this iron basin for example, I made it at a cost of 12 and sold it for 16, making a total of four dollars, if I sold it for 13 like the others, I'd only make one dollar."

Face basin can sell thirty or forty hold up, a earn a dollar, a day down thirty or forty dollars, are not enough to buy a few pounds of fruit.

Old Iron is a solid farmhand who hasn't hit a scrap in all these years and doesn't care to do anything like that.

When people hear this, they look as sad as he does. They can't lower their prices, and they can't change the place of their fixed stalls, so what else can they do?

Qi Xingchen thought for a moment and said, "Around now the situation is already like this, why don't we treat a dead horse as a living horse, I have a solution ......"

He briefly recounted his idea to the group, and Zhang Yunfei clapped his hands and said, "I think we can try it, or we can try it out for a morning."

"Good!" Luo Qiuman began to set it up according to Qi Xingchen's idea.

Half an hour later, a farmer pushing a cart and strolling around, stopped in front of the Tiejia stall, looked left and right, disgruntled: "Other face pots are 13 bucks, why are you selling this for 25?"

Qi Xingchen said slowly: "Selling expensively naturally has its advantages. If you want to buy cheap, here, this side are cheap."

Qi Xingchen pointed to the basin at the other end, the farmer scrutinized it carefully and wondered, "But I see that the 13th one is exactly the same as the 25th one you have, the pattern is the same, where is the difference?"

"It's not bad, try it," Qi Xingchen was still slow, "but it's just not as good as the 25."

The farmer picked up a 13 and knocked on it, and it sounded thick and clear, and really better than the others.

13 are so good, then 25 have to be what? Farmer thought for a moment, pulled out 25 dollars: "I will believe you this man child a hand, to a best!"

"Good," Qi Xingchen smiled as he drew a plastic bag and filled the basin, "Uncle, come back when you're done."

"Okay!" The farmer took the basin and left happily. The back of the old iron and a group of guests are also happy enough.

The basin that doubled in price was easily sold, Luo Qiuman, crying and laughing: "Xingchen, where did you get so many tricks?"

"Seen the same case before."

"I have a question," Zhou Yu finds, "What if customers tend to buy cheap?"

"Someone will definitely choose the expensive one out of comparison and curiosity. The money we make from selling one expensive one can balance the money we make from selling four cheaper ones, one to four how can we not lose money."

"Ooh, a marketing ghostwriter!"

Zhang Yunfei laughed and stretched out his finger, wanting to point Qi Xingchen's head: "You're a smart little brain!"

However, halfway to the finger, Bai Ye's arm suddenly interposed itself between the two, "Brother Yunfei, the iron spoon in front is out of stock."

"Oh oh, okay." Zhang Yunfei had to withdraw his hand, "I'll go get it for you."