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Chi Gui laid out a blanket on the ground and started taking books and notebooks from a sack, arranging them on the blanket one by one.
Fu Si used this time to walk around the other stalls, and even brought back a bag of Mint candy from the supermarket.
When Chi Gui had arranged all the books and notebooks, Fu Si handed him a Mint candy and casually stated, "The price range of books and notebooks around here is about 2-10 yuan."
He had memorized all the prices just by making one round.
Chi Gui glanced at Fu Si.
In fact, after she had finished setting up, she had also planned to go around and check the general prices, hoping to sell for五六块 more than the others.
After all, she was only trying to get rid of these accumulated books and notebooks; having the money or not did not matter much. But many of the students at the flea market came from ordinary families, and this money might well be their breakfast fund for the next month.
Moreover, pricing it a bit higher would attract those who really needed the books.
She just hadn’t expected that Fu Si had already figured out everything in advance.
Chi Gui took the Mint candy from Fu Si’s hand: "Thank you."
Fu Si casually peeled another Mint candy and sat down on the small lounge chair beside Chi Gui, "With so many books, are we going to have to sell for two days?"
Though he had never set up a stall himself, he used to observe the senior students who did during his school days and had figured out the patterns.
These books and notebooks were not the fastest-selling items; selling them in two days would actually be considered quite fast.
Chi Gui finished arranging the last book and fell silent for a moment; "About half an hour."
As the two chatted casually, their little stall was neatly arranged.
Just as students were about to finish their classes, Chi Gui received a call from the research institute, and he had to leave to deal with some matters.
Fu Si borrowed a plank and a pen from the stall next door, placed it next to the books and notebooks, and then lazily lay back on the lounge chair, taking out his phone to check his messages.
Soon after, students started coming out from the school gates in small groups.
Almost everyone’s first sight was of Fu Si sitting opposite the school gate.
He was tall and elegant, with a refined and handsome look emphasized by his gold-rimmed glasses. His phoenix eyes were beautifully ink-like, as if he were a noble young master straight out of a painting.
In no time, the stall attracted quite a few giggling girls, jostling to inquire about prices.
Fu Si didn’t even lift his eyes from his phone; he just picked up the wooden plank beside him, held it up, and spoke in a lazy, magnetic voice, "Small business, no bargaining."
Not far from the school gate, a Maserati slowly stopped. An impatiently dressed man stuck his head out of the car and said to his companion on the passenger seat, "What’s going on up ahead? Why are so many girls gathering? The road’s all blocked..."
Before he could finish, he saw the man lying lazily on the chair, and suddenly gasped, "What the hell?? Is that Mr. Fu??!!"
The girl, who was casually touching up her makeup, also startled: "Mr. Fu? That can’t be... How could he be in a place ..."
"Let’s go down and check..." The man parked the car in a nearby spot, and they got out and walked over.
Now up close, the two confirmed that this was indeed the real Mr. Fu!
The man was immediately shocked and approached incredulously, "Mr. Fu, what’s this situation?? Helping someone manage a stall? And it’s related to medicine... Didn’t you always hate this?"