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Chapter 100 Climbing down the pole

The man said, and his subordinates quickly filled in the information for them.

After a while, the man put the information in front of Zhang Aihong, "Sign up here. The stall fee is ten yuan a day. If you want to set up for twenty days, you have to pay the stall fee of two hundred yuan. After paying the money, I will give you a temporary stall certificate for twenty days."

Ji Zhouzi gently pushed Zhang Aihong, and Zhang Aihong signed and paid the money.

After collecting the money, the man asked with a smile, "The stall certificate should be written on the stall setting date..."

Ji Zhouzi quickly said, "Uncle, we started setting up the stall on Xiaonian day. We set up the stall for the first time. If we don't understand, we have to go through the procedures. Now we have to re-issue. The date of this certificate will be written from Xiaonian day."

Zhang Aihong was stunned and then anxious. How could they count from the New Year? The certificate they obtained today is of course from today. Today is 26, isn’t this a waste of three days? That’s 30 yuan!

Ji Zhouzi grabbed Zhang Aihong's hand from the bottom and gently pinched it. Zhang Aihong hesitated and didn't say anything.

The man raised his eyebrows high, looked at Ji Zhouzi with admiration, and laughed, "The little girl is not bad. She doesn't have any real people. Even if someone wants to cause trouble for you, she can't find your mistake. Then I'll fill in the day of Xiaonian."

When Zhang Aihong heard this, she widened her eyes slightly and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that there were such twists and turns here, so it would be better to listen to her daughter.

The certificate was quickly completed. When Ji Zhouzi got the certificate, he took a look and his eyes condensed on the red seal on the certificate.

Ji Zhouzi collected the certificate, smiled at the man, took out the bag in his hand and handed it to him, "Uncle, this is a special sauce from our house. There are two bottles of three flavors. You can take it back for your family to try it."

The man glanced at the bag, smiled and shook his head, "No need, you can take it back."

Ji Zhouzi didn't agree and forced him to say, "Uncle, I'll call you uncle with shamelessness. This is the filial piety that the younger generation gives to the elders. It's worthless things. Take it home and try it."

The man looked at her deeply and pointed her, "Okay, you are a little slippery person. You are just walking around the corner. It's right, your sauce is delicious, I really can't refuse it, so I will accept it. I can't just say "Uncle, my surname is Zheng. If your temporary certificate expires and you still want to renew it, come to me."

Ji Zhouzi grinned, "Please trouble Uncle Zheng. My name is Ji Zhouzi. Then we won't prevent our uncle from going home for dinner. Goodbye."

The mother and daughter left the Urban Management Bureau. Zhang Aihong rode a bicycle and took her daughter with her. She was far away. Zhang Aihong asked the question she had kept in her heart, "Zhouzi, why did you give that person six bottles of sauce? That sauce is so valuable. There are so many people coming to eat at the stall, all of which is relying on these sauces."

The passion powder is less used. According to the loss of the sauce these days, Zhang Aihong is very worried that the bottle of passion powder is not enough.

Ji Zhouzi held his mother's waist while holding the stall certificate in his hand, and said in a relaxed tone, "Mom, using six bottles of sauce to exchange for friendship with the leaders of the Urban Management Bureau, this deal is very cost-effective."

Zhang Aihong was stunned, "You said Mr. Zheng was the leader just now?"

"Well, this certificate is stamped with the official seal. This seal cannot be held by the people below, otherwise it will be too easy for the custody to steal. But just now, Uncle Zheng didn't need to ask anyone to ask for instructions and directly gave us the official seal. So he must be a leader level, and he may even be the director of the Urban Management Bureau." Ji Zhouzi thought about it.

Zhang Aihong suddenly realized, but said, "You are really called uncle."
Chapter completed!
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