Chapter 890, Hong Jun

"stay!".

After these words fell, the morale of several people was once again boosted.

Stay, do your best to stay!
Then, several people swiped their military ID cards and entered the trading market.

Fang Chen could clearly see the pained expressions on the faces of Da Neng and Brother Kun, and suddenly laughed, "Why are you hurting?".

"Don't worry, it's just a little bit of military merit.

I'll reimburse you for the daily admission ticket fee, isn't it okay? Are you worried that I will use you as labor force for nothing?"

When they heard this, they immediately lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Fang Chen also knew that the short-term trust they had established with each other was not enough for Fang Chen to completely conquer them.

After all, no matter how well Fang Chen was among the new recruits, the exchange market was the domain of veterans.

This is the world of the veterans of the Asura Department.

Even Brother Kun, who were originally full of ruffians, couldn't help restraining himself a little after entering this kind of place.

After all, during this period of time, the people they saw up and down were also a group of recruits, and everyone had similar status.

They not only have common topics, but also have a harmonious atmosphere of getting along with each other.

But when faced with a place where a group of veterans were rampant, they were a little scared, and naturally restrained their temper a bit.

Similarly, as to whether Brother Chen is qualified to mix in a place like Trading Square, where there are many outstanding veterans.

A few people were also in the same mood.

Seeing this, Fang Chen stopped talking.

Take them all the way to the depths of the trading house.

The fair has not started at this point, and there are not many officers here.

In front of most of the stalls, there are still stall owners who are packing their things and preparing for the opening of the stalls in a while.

"The medical stall should be in the front, right?"

Brother Kun pointed to the location not far in front.

On a prominent location, there was a banner of Master Huyanbo's wound medicine.

Just as Fang Chen frowned, a voice came from the side;

"Hey, you are the little genius doctor yesterday, right? Hu Yanbo told me when he came in the afternoon, let me give you this, this is the administrator's certificate."

"From now on, you will be the manager of the medical stall here."

A thin military officer next to him suddenly put his head up and said to Fang Chen.

Fang Chen was taken aback for a moment when he heard the words, and then smiled kindly at the officer;

"grateful".

"No, no, little genius doctor, don't be so polite.

I still want to make friends with you.

After all, when you were treating patients yesterday, I was near here and saw your heroic appearance with my own eyes."

The officer handed something like a white bronze medal and a map into Fang Chen's hand.

"This area is full of medical stalls.

As a manager, you can choose empty stalls for sales and sales at will.

The place where that guy Huyanbo set up his stall before is the best prime location.

I suggest you sell there now.

alright".

As soon as these words came out, Fang Chen lowered his head and glanced at the map in his hand, on which were the locations of the various business districts in the Trading Square City.

Probably glanced at it.

Fang Chen is also convinced that the location where Huyanbo set up his stall before is indeed the most eye-catching golden location among the medical products stalls.

So Fang Chen nodded slightly for the first time, and said politely;

"Thank you, big brother."

"You don't have to thank me, I told you not to be so polite, you are now a celebrity among the veterans of our Asura Division, especially us stall owners, we all saw your heroic figure yesterday."

"My name is Hong Jun.

After you become a regular, we will have a drink together when you have time."

"Call me if you need anything, and I will help you remove the old plaque on that booth first."

"Eh……".

Fang Chen wanted to stop this polite brother Hong Jun, but he was too enthusiastic, so without saying a word, he rushed to the booth next door and took down the hanging banner of Master Huyanbo's trauma medicine.

He had no choice but to turn his head, and said to the dumbfounded Ding Liang and the others;

"What are you still doing in a daze, go up and help...".

Can Ding Liang and the others not be confused?

Ever since they came to the trading house, each of them has calmed down and kept telling themselves silently in their hearts; they are all younger brothers here...

As a result, what did they see?
They saw Brother Chen being treated respectfully by a veteran and a stall owner.

Besides, Ding Liang and the others were not deaf, they clearly heard the veteran claim that Fang Chen was the manager of the medicine booth!

Good guy, Fang Chen didn't joke with them?

He is actually the manager of the medicine booth?

"This world is too crazy...".

Brother Kun rubbed his eyes, if it wasn't for the reality of what happened before him, he would have thought he was just daydreaming.

Fang Chen said angrily; "I told you that I am the manager of the medical stall now, and none of you believe me, so I have to let you see it for yourself."

"Do you believe it now?"

"I believe...

I believe it".

Including Brother Kun, several people nodded in unison.

Facts speak louder than words, and they are all in front of a few people, what else do they have to believe?
No matter how subverting common sense this scene is.

But Brother Kun and the others were surprised to find that in their own hearts, it didn't seem so difficult to accept it.

It seemed that any outrageous things happened to Fang Chen, and it seemed quite natural.

So the first time.

Brother Kun and the others rushed over to Hong Jun in a hurry to help.

Fang Chen clapped his hands and looked around.

There were already many stalls around, and when each stall owner and Fang Chen looked at each other, they all cast kind eyes.

Obviously, he knew about the newly appointed medical administrator.

Fang Chen didn't put on any airs, and took out a box of Furong Wang, which he bought at the outer stalls selling tobacco and alcohol before he went deep into the trading market.

"Come on, brother, I'm selling trauma medicine over there, yes, it was me yesterday."

……

"You're welcome, make friends, and we will all be residents of this area in the future."

……

"Senior, make a friend.

Xiachen is the owner of that stall.

Yes, yes, I am new here, and I hope you will take care of me."

……

While Brother Kun and the others were in a hurry to help Hong Jun remove Huyanbo's banner before, Fang Chen was naturally not idle, walking around with a cigarette.

When I returned to my booth, the box of Fu Rong Wang in my hand was gone.

PS; I also don’t understand why some people say that I write slowly.

As a part-time writer, I insist on updating every day.

More, I would like to call it hard work.

Since the end of last year, it has been less than a year since this book was written.

Already about 210 million words.

I don’t know if you readers have an idea of ​​this word count?
210 million words, on average, is the number I have to write 7000 to 10000 words every day to create in just 200 to less than [-] days.

And this number is the cumulative total number of words that most people who do not work in the writing industry may not be able to write in their lifetime.

And I still have to work, even if I am a full-time author, there are very few people who update like me.

The occupational disease caused by long-term coding is that now, when I bow my head, my neck hurts.

After sitting for a long time, I prefer to squat on a chair to code, because my spine will hurt, and it will be more comfortable to bend my waist.

Even so, some people still say that every chapter of mine is very short.

In fact, from the beginning, each chapter is about 2000 to [-] words.

Because of our platform, there is no way to upload chapters below [-] words.

So recently I saw someone complaining about my slow update, I really didn't react, I don't know if my readers are eager to know the content behind the plot, or who invited the trolls to blackmail me?

During the code word competition on our website during the Chinese New Year, I was the No.1 author for three consecutive months.

You must know that there are nearly hundreds of authors and hundreds of books on our website, and my book has the largest number of updates every month.

What concept is this?
Received the frequent shift award for three consecutive months!
Therefore, I hope that all book friends or fans who have never been Internet writers will be more tolerant and considerate to others.

What you read in a hurry is the content that others may write with hours of painstaking effort.

You don’t need to be careful.

taste, and there is no need to argue about updates.

Frankly speaking, I don’t have lofty ideals in my writing.

The purpose of this pen name is to meet like-minded people.

High mountains and flowing water meet bosom friends, so I named it Wen Xian Zhi Ya Yin.

I hope that my readers will also treat me as a friend and be me.

My bosom friend, not just for a moment of quickness, took the keyboard and complained in my comment area.

Please give Xiaocao a little tolerance, life is unsatisfactory nine out of ten, I want to capture a piece of holy land and pure land in this palace of online literature, thank you.

(End of this chapter)