120

"Your uncle," Duan Feifan cursed, "Why didn't you blow this door in directly?"

Jiang Kuo was speechless about his filial son and grandson's posture, and he didn't bother to criticize Ding Zhe. He pushed Duan Feifan's legs and wanted to stand up.

When he knelt like this, it hurts to hit the concrete floor. He felt a pain in his knees when he tried hard. His hand slid, but fortunately he reacted quickly, so he still held it.

"Yeah!" Duan Feifan was pushed straight by his hand, and made a short sound. Jiang Kuo glanced at him, and his hand that was holding his legs was probably pounding. Fortunately, it was not really pounding. Duan Feifan had no painful expression on his face, and only the fear of surviving the disaster was in his eyes.

"Is your knee okay?" Ding Zhe came in and put a large thermos in his hand on the table. "The bones weren't broken for you."

"You kowtow to God a few times, my knees will be really broken. Mr. Jiang brought a hammer to make a puppet for you." Jiang Kuo said.

"...Fuck," Ding Zhe looked at him, and after a long time, he shivered exaggeratedly. "Let's watch some horror movies, Mr. Jiang is a very gentle person in my heart."

Jiang Kuo smiled and looked at the thermos: "Is ginseng tea?"

"Well, aren't you going to come over to watch the online store go online in the evening?" Ding Zhe said, "Pang'er said she was afraid she couldn't hold on and wanted to get some ginseng slices. When I went to find Lu Ning, she said she had ginseng tea, so she gave her a big pot."

"You can just play a card until three o'clock," Duan Feifan was very disdainful and leaned on the recliner to continue massage. "I'm going to ginseng tea now."

"I usually play cards and I have enough sleep in class during the day," Ding Zhe said. "Did you sleep today? Have you been busy today?"

"Actually..." Jiang Kuo said, "You don't have to stay there, you guys go to bed."

"That's impossible," Ding Zhe waved his hand, "Is this a common thing? We must participate in this kind of entrepreneurial matter throughout the process, and those who cannot participate must also witness it, so that it will be convenient for bragging in the future."

Jiang Kuo sighed with a smile.

To be honest, he himself did not intend to participate or witness it all night. He went online in the middle of the night and the large-scale publicity had not yet begun. Only Xiaozhu posted a play diary and a few pictures on several accounts in the past few days. In theory, there would not be too many orders. Yang Ke brought a few customer service, and he would definitely be enough. If he encountered any problems, this person would definitely call him directly. He would be able to get him to deal with it even if he was asleep.

However, the "witness" method of the role model group is quite reassuring.

After a while, the role models packed up and washed up and changed into comfortable sportswear. They arrived at 107, brought enough food and drink, and never knew which dormitory had two lounge chairs and dragged them into the door.

"Fuck," Duan Feifan laughed, "Are you the fuck you came to see the online store online? Aren't you here for midnight snacks?"

"You can't watch it either," said Dong Kun.

Before the time came, Jiang Kuo went back to the dormitory and cleaned up and washed it. He probably had to stay in 107 at night.

"Jiang Kuo." Ma Xiao called him on the balcony.

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo went to the balcony.

"You guys from the new store know if I'm going tomorrow morning?" asked Ma Xiao.

"I know, the uncle and aunt are there at that time in the store," Jiang Kuo immediately understood what Ma Xiao meant, "I have agreed with them that you can just work directly after you go there, and you don't have to talk. Just go back to school after work."

Ma Xiao nodded.

"Thank you," said Jiang Kuo, "I'm too short of help now."

"Thank you." Ma Xiao turned around and returned to the dormitory.

When Jiang Kuo returned to 107 with a pillow, several people were gathering behind Duan Feifan to learn how to check the chat records of the customer service sub-account.

Seeing the pillow in his hand, Duan Feifan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Is camping here?"

"I might fall asleep at a moment," said Jiang Kuo.

"Let's go to my bed and sleep." Duan Feifan said.

"That's it." The few people behind him said at the same time.

"...I can't sleep yet I can't sleep." Jiang Kuo sighed.

"I'm not particular anymore?" Sun Ji looked at him leaning his pillow on a strange recliner, "Don't you think this recliner is dirty?"

"This is not the pillow he usually uses." Duan Feifan said.

"Oh—" Several people spoke at the same time.

"Okay," Duan Feifan interrupted them and pointed at his phone, "Here you come in, there are five numbers in total, one is Yang Ke and four are part-time jobs."

"Are we from our school?" Ding Zhe asked.

"No," Duan Feifan said, "I looked for it separately. At the beginning, I didn't want the school people to see inside information."

"Yes, who knows if there are people who are so arrogant?" said Liu Pang.

"It's shirtless Lu," Dong Kun corrected him, "the only person who has no light is his butt, wearing fresh underwear."

"Do you... have something wrong with it?" Ding Zhe looked at him, "Do you want to write those pants Lu Haobo into your suicide note?"

"Your uncle." Dong Kun said.

Several people laughed so hard that Uncle Zhao yelled and coughed outside.

Jiang Kuo leaned on the lounge chair and opened Niu Sandao's Weibo account while laughing. He found that there were thousands of new fans. He glanced at Duan Feifan: "Have you bought fans?"

"No," Duan Feifan came over and took a look, "See if Xiaozhu has this number."

"I've also circled around before, not so many people." Jiang Kuo clicked the message and immediately understood why. It was indeed a new one that was posted again, but this one was a little different. He looked up at Duan Feifan, "I understand... There is a side photo of Boss Fan."

Several people immediately surrounded me. Xiaozhu's photo was posted casually, just a screenshot preview of tomorrow's video. The last photo was Duan Feifan cutting meat, but the person was in the background, even blurry, because the focus of this photo was the people queuing up.

I have to say that Duan Feifan is the kind of handsome guy who can still be seen at a glance when he is confused in the background.

"The big pig definitely did it on purpose," Ding Zhe laughed, and concluded with his many years of experience as a photographer. "Don't look at pretending to be the focus of queuing, but the center point of this composition is Boss Fan. You will definitely fall on him first when you look at it."

"It's amazing." Dong Kun sighed.

"Awesome," said Sun Ji, "I didn't expect that Boss Fan's first step in starting a business was to sell his lust."

"Get out." Duan Feifan smiled and cursed.

Jiang Kuo looked at the photos again. As Ding Zhe said, every time he looked over, his vision would fall accurately on Duan Feifan. Of course, it would be inaccurate to use himself to test it. Even if Duan Feifan only showed a celestial cover behind the shelves, he would see it.

Because of this photo, Niu Sandao, the account that sells beef sauce, increased by several thousand noodles in the evening, and there were fewer comments. However, the top of the online store opening tonight, the first hot comment was "I decided to try beef sauce because of the boss's suspected handsome guy."

At almost twelve o'clock, Yang Ke called over.

Given that only Yang Ke and the customer service were working tonight, Jiang Kuo answered the phone quickly and did not criticize him for making calls at any time.

"I'm going to add some goods tomorrow," Yang Ke spoke very quickly. "I feel that the ones I had prepared were not enough. Many people came to ask, and some were asking if the boss was doing customer service."

"Yeah," Jiang Kuo replied, "How did you answer?"

"The boss is sleeping and will ship the goods tomorrow," said Yang Ke.

Jiang Kuo laughed: "I thought you were going to make people guess."

"No, the boss is obviously not here," said Yang Ke. "Customer service is not enough. I guess it one by one to increase the amount of workload."

"Yes," Jiang Kuo felt that Yang Ke, the customer service director, was much better than his milk tea, "Just decide."

Time is coming soon, and several people stopped chatting, and their mobile phones and computers opened the Niu Sandao online store page, waiting to see their products be fully launched.

"Has it been set up to be automatically put on the shelves?" Dong Kun asked.

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

"If it doesn't succeed automatically..." Ding Zhe asked.

"Shut up." Liu Pang interrupted him.

"Can you still go manually?" Ding Zhe insisted on asking.

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

"It's fifty-nine points." Sun Ji said.

Jiang Kuo felt that his breathing was lighter, and he was half holding his breath, as if he could blow away the goods on the shelves if he had a heavier breath.

At midnight, everyone refreshed and saw a completely refreshed interface.

All the goods were on the shelves, and Jiang Kuo immediately ordered them one by one, without any problem. At the same time, he heard the prompt to place an order. "Dude this pleasant voice," said Ding Zhe.

"This is the voice of money," said Dong Kun.

"This is the voice of success," said Sun Ji.

"This is the sound of me being hungry." Liu Pang touched his stomach.

The sound of placing an order stopped two times, and then another series of sounds started.

"Fuck me," Jiang Kuo quickly looked at the backstage, "There are already a row of orders waiting for delivery."

"Yes!" Dong Kun shouted.

"Shh—" Duan Feifan raised his index finger.

The orders were more than Jiang Kuo thought. In the next hour, the prompt sound kept ringing, and occasionally there were several consecutive sounds quite densely.

Duan Feifan kept rummaging through the chat records of the customer service in the backstage. Seeing what the buyer said and asked, Jiang Kuo kept placing orders. The role models placed an order with their mobile phones and sent it home, and then lit it back and forth in the store to experience the real buyer's feelings after clicking in.

"This..." Jiang Kuo saw several familiar ones in the address of a series of orders, "It's the order placed by Mr. Jiang..."

"Hmm?" Everyone came over immediately.

"This is my address," Jiang Kuo pointed to the order address, "This is my mother's coffee shop address, this is Mr. Jiang's leisure farm..."

The order number is very similar to Jiang Kuo's style, jys808.

Duan Feifan laughed: "Mr. Jiang has been waiting until he's almost done, so I'm afraid you'll find out."

Jiang Kuo sighed: "It's not easy for Mr. Jiang to be a father."

The prompt sound gradually decreased after two o'clock, and everyone gradually calmed down from the initial excitement and started to eat and chat.

Jiang Kuo carefully looked at the order again and found several acquaintances, Dapao, Jiang Lelai, Fan Jiabao, Duan Ling, Duan Feifan's group of classmates. Even Yang Ke took the time to take the time to send it home. Then there was an address of the school, and Tang Li placed four packs.

"Damn it's good that we have placed orders," said Dong Kun. "When we are excited here, we have to forget about placing an order, so we have to let the 119s steal the first prize."

"There are more opportunities to place an order in the future," Duan Feifan said, "How many fools can you escape? "

Jiang Kuo leaned on the recliner and closed his eyes, feeling a feeling of indescribable emotion.

Although most of these "relationship households" have Duan Feifan's relationship, this seemingly slight "support" was something Jiang Kuo had no chance to feel before. At most, he would give people support. One friend's winery club opened, and Da Cannon took him to support him, which was completely different from the feeling of friends who are silently buying a few bags of beef sauce.
To be continued...