Flying the boss is not easy

The business on the second day was as good as yesterday, and the small area where snacks were sold was more crowded than other places. The young man next to him recognized several beauties who had been here yesterday, obviously they came to taste the food yesterday. People thought it was good, and today they brought more people to join us.

Wan Hansong conservatively estimated that the ingredients they just delivered today will be sold out by one o'clock.

The snack seller has added a few more tasting plates, and it will be noon in a while, and the toothpicks are almost used up in a bag.

After going out yesterday to make a pose, Wan Hansong came to a conclusion that the proportion of women who came to the expo was obviously much higher than the proportion of women who went to the exchange meeting, which made his face useful.

Wan Hansong found a plate and put small paper cups on it, telling them to fill it all up.

Li Yun was also holding a plate in his hand, leaning on the pillar and joking: "Xiao Wan, are you going to compete with us for a job?"

The tall figure and the lazy smile stunned a passing boy. The girl who was holding his hand gave him a hard tug, and the boy's facial features immediately wrinkled together.

Several people sniggered after seeing it.

Wan Hansong smoothed out the folds of his clothes: "I'm sure I can't take away the business of the big beauty. What I want is the business that you didn't get."

He flipped his bangs handsomely and walked towards the crowd.

"Honey, would you like a drink?"

It was obviously to invite people to drink tea, but it was hard to hear the meaning of asking people to drink.

The young lady who was stared at by Wan Hansong thought it was some greasy middle-aged man who wanted to strike up a conversation, after all, scum came and went in every occasion.

I saw that person turning his head impatiently, and after seeing Wan Hansong's appearance clearly, the expression on his face changed as if Xiao Luola, who was running rampant in the street, saw a real powerful boss.

"I'm so sorry," said the beauty, taking a cup of tea from Wan Hansong's plate, "Your tea tastes so good!"

Don't say it's tea at this time, even if Wan Hansong only gave you a cup of cold water, she would still say: "The water you boiled is really good, and the temperature is just right!"

Wan Hansong pointed in the direction of their shop: "We are Songhai Tea Industry. If you are interested, you can go and inquire."

Wan Hansong has already left to look for the next target, and the beauty is still holding the cup of tea he gave just now.

After reacting, the beauty quickly took out her mobile phone, took a picture of the tea in her hand, and then took a picture of Wan Hansong's test and back, and sent it to her and her little sisters' group:

"Hurry up and come to the expo! There is a super handsome little brother here!"

The news of the sisters quickly swiped the screen:

"Fuck, such a good benefit? This is specially invited by the company."

"I think so too, but I've already started putting on clothes and makeup to see handsome guys!"

"I seem to have seen him in the circle of friends yesterday! It seems that his boss is also very handsome..."

Someone posted a screenshot, which was taken yesterday when Wan Hansong and Song Haicha were standing together.

Only, the group was swiped by a message:

Here comes the sisters.

The beauty put away her mobile phone contentedly, stepped on her high heels and walked towards the booth of Songhai Tea Industry with her head held high.

Wan Hansong hadn't strolled around for long, and the tray of tea had already been handed out, so he went back home and asked them to mix it again.

As soon as he walked out of the prepared place behind, Wan Hansong caught his eye.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn off the flash." A little girl nodded apologetically, put away her phone and ran away quickly.

Wan Hansong stretched out Erkang's hand, what are you running for, if you come to our place, I can even take a selfie with you.

The tea in his hand disappeared faster and faster, he ran in and out several times, and finally stopped while eating lunch.

When he was about to step into the preparation place again, someone asked earnestly, "Handsome, are you still open today?"

Wan Hansong pretended to be thinking, and then replied: "Don't worry, I'm open [-]/[-] today, but I'm not a prostitute."

Wan Hansong walked in, and there was a sound of "ahhhhhhhhhhh" behind him.

The items delivered in the morning have already been sold out, half an hour earlier than Wan Hansong expected.

In the afternoon, there was a sign on the right: sold out today, if you want to increase the supply, you can discuss it with the person in charge (note: it is the little brother who is serving you tea and water).

In the afternoon, the sisters who got the news had already arrived. With their sensitive search radar and sharp eyes, they quickly found Wan Hansong.

Wan Hansong didn't run around like he did in the morning, he stood beside the booth with a tray, smiling and inviting everyone passing by to drink tea.

Of course, he can't only target women. After all, it's not just the opposite sex who likes good-looking men.

For a moment, Wan Hansong was ashamed by his own thoughts, why does this feel the same as that who was receiving guests in ancient times?

But he comforted himself: For the sake of the company, it doesn't matter.

Some people with cameras came to ask Wan Hansong if they could take some poses to cooperate with them in taking pictures. Wan Hansong readily agreed, on the condition that if they want to post it on social platforms, they must point out Song Hai Tea Industry.

This exposition is relatively large, and there are many foreigners.

Wan Hansong's English background is relatively good, and it was because of this advantage that the company hired him at that time.Before he came, he expected that foreigners might come for consultation, so he also learned some vocabulary about tea and organized some sentences that might be used at that time.

Among the crowd, several people came towards Song Hai Tea Industry, and they were obviously not Chinese.

They watched Lao Wei's tea ceremony performance, marveled at the same time recorded the video with their mobile phones, and communicated with their companions.

After the end, Lao Wei had to take a break before proceeding to the next game. Just as his butt landed on the stool, those people rushed up enthusiastically, trying to express their admiration for Lao Wei with their poor Chinese vocabulary.

Lao Wei was overwhelmed by them, and he could only know that they were not malicious through their enthusiasm. He gestured and said, "You speak Chinese! What? Oh, I know I'm great!"

Wan Hansong watched the joke for a long time before going to rescue Lao Wei.

He walked up to Lao Wei and explained to them that this was their staff, but he didn't understand English, and said that although his English was not very good, he could barely act as an interpreter.

With Wan Hansong, the conversation finally proceeded smoothly.

He explained the tea ceremony to the group of people and gave them a lot of knowledge about tea.

The more they listened, the more excited they became, and then asked if they could let Lao Wei do it again, and they wanted to record the whole process.

Wan Hansong said to Lao Wei: "Come on, if this one succeeds, maybe you will become famous internationally."

"Really?" Lao Wei didn't realize that Wan Hansong was teasing him, "But what if I can't let go of my wife?"

"Yes, yes, it's true, behave well."

Another round passed, and Lao Wei tried his best to calm down and finally completed the tea performance that might change him for decades to come.

The group of foreigners became even more excited, and chattered a lot more, so fast that Wan Hansong couldn't hear clearly.

Under the dual action of Lao Wei and Wan Hansong, they bought a lot of tea and tea-flavored snacks, and wrote down the phone number of Song Hai Tea Industry, and returned with a full load.

After the group left, Wan Hansong sat on the stool detachedly, and Song Haicha watched the whole process from the side, and then hurriedly handed Wan Hansong a cup of tea.

Wan Hansong took a sip: "Hurry up and open a box of chocolates for me, I'm very dizzy."

"What's the matter?" Song Haicha stretched out his hand, reaching for a box of tea-flavored chocolates from the side.

"Here," Wan Hansong held the chocolate in one hand, and pointed to his temple with the other, "I didn't expect that being such a poor translator would cause hypoglycemia."

"Is it tiring to be a translator?" Song Haicha didn't understand the market and asked.

"Of course, I have a classmate who is a translator. Earning money is earning money. An hour is calculated in thousands. It's a tosser. It's about my age. Now it's bald, tsk tsk."

With such a metaphor, Song Haicha understands the hard work involved, and looking at Wan Hansong again, he can't help but feel distressed, it seems that he is exhausted today.

When no one noticed, he whispered in Wan Hansong's ear, "I'll reward you at night."

As soon as Wan Hansong mentioned this, he became excited: "Reward? How can I reward you? Let me tell you that I am not that easy to pass."

Song Haicha touched his face, there were more people here, and they had to keep a normal distance apart.

In the evening, Wan Hansong lay on Song Haicha's lap, enjoying the massage service provided by his boss.

It stands to reason that this angle is the angle of death, no matter how good-looking a person looks from the bottom up, it will be too ugly to look straight at.

Wan Hansong didn't know if the filter he had given the boss's house was too thick, why he looked so handsome like this, coupled with such affectionate eyes, now he just felt a hot current rushing to his lower abdomen.

"What's wrong?" Song Haicha stopped what he was doing.

Wan Hansong grabbed Song Haicha's hand and pecked lightly, then hugged his face and rubbed it: "You look good."

Song Haicha leaned down and kissed him on the forehead: "You're pretty too."

Wan Hansong arched up, pulled Song Haicha and fell on the bed, buried his face in his chest and rubbed back and forth.

"Look at me, running around for business, and even sacrificing my beauty to confuse them, you think it's easy for me."

His tone seemed to be that Song Haicha was holding a kitchen knife around his neck, forcing him to show his face in public. He vividly created the image of the meticulous and considerate Boss Song as a scumbag.

Song Haicha pinched the back of his neck, but said nothing.

Wan Hansong continued to nest in Song Haicha's arms to take advantage of his mouth and hands, perhaps because he was too tired during the day, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he fell asleep not long after.

Song Haicha patted Wan Hansong's back again and again, listening to the regular breathing of the person in his arms, and after confirming that Wan Hansong had fallen asleep, he stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt, and rubbed against Wan Hansong's hair. Rubbing, smelling the smell of shampoo, he closed his eyes in peace.

As soon as the two of them woke up at dawn and turned on their phones to check the time, the others had already left for the venue.

Wan Hansong said while putting on his clothes: "As expected, I am too attractive. Boss Song, who has a biological clock, also overslept."

Song Haicha patted him on the head, signaling him to clean up quickly.Wan Hansong

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