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Chapter 134 Conscience Buyer

That's what Sister Jiang said.

That was what Xun Xunran said to Liu Ping An after drinking some mineral water on the Mango Mountain.

Jiang Jiuping, sister Jiang’s name, Liu Pingan knew for the first time.

I used to be named Jiang Jie Jiang Jie, but I really didn't know her name all the time.

I only know it today, but I know that Gui knows that he still calls her sister Jiang, and has never saved her name in the phone address book, and has never talked about it with Xia Yingqiu.

The less trouble, the better.

This is a little strange or even weird.

When Jiang Jie said her name, there was definitely no third party present, and it would never reach Xia Yingqiu's ears.

But Xia Yingqiu told Liu Pingan that she said that in a dream.

Does that mean that in the hazy dream that she can't remember, she once ran the bad road up and down the mountain on his motorcycle, and she went with him to pick the dates, and she used to pry with him He had a lot of three handfuls of mushrooms, and once watched him dig out a few bamboo shoots, then took a bath and changed his clothes, and finally drank a glass of wine with him and fell asleep under his eyelids. Sleep?

In other words, when she was taking a nap while guarding the store, she inadvertently became another one who seemed unrelated to her. She experienced the other her experience personally, but only remembered one of them after waking up. A word?

You think you have seen one beauty after another, but you don't know that they are all my trumpets. When one vest after another is stripped off, the only person you see in the end is me?

It's more than ridiculous, it's terrifying.

Think about it, you know it’s impossible, okay?

It is said that if two people have been together for a long time, they will become each other's appearance unknowingly. It seems that they have been infected by the wife, and they will always think suspiciously.

They are all too busy to panic and make trouble, so you have to do things early.

"Hey, just talk, and don't move around...what are you doing?"

"Dry."

...

Well, sure enough, you can't be too idle, you will think too much if you are too idle, and you will be suspicious if you think too much.

The warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms is so vivid, and the soft singing in the ears is so real, how can there be so many trance-like illusions.

It's done.

Early the next morning, Liu Pingan, who was content and relaxed, received a call from the young Fatty Lin Yu, saying that he was coming to pick the fruit today and asked him to wait at home.

"Hey, hey, this morning you said that you will come to pick the fruit soon. I didn’t prepare anything, no one looked for it, and I didn’t buy any vegetables. I didn’t even boil the water... What, no need to prepare, wait at home. Just do it?"

When the communication was interrupted, Liu Pingan looked at the phone in disbelief, and felt that he had just answered a fake call.

"what happened?"

Xia Yingqiu spoke with sleepy eyes, nestled unwillingly, as if he had no bones all over his body.

Well, the noise is a bit fierce, and the tossing is a bit cruel.

"Little Fatty is going to pick the fruit, bring his own hands, pick the fruit, remove the bag, pack it, and pack it on the car. I don’t need to worry about the whole process. I don’t even need to worry about drinking water and eating. He brought mineral water. Box lunch."

Liu Ping'an was a little dizzy, always wondering if he hadn't woken up, so he was confused.

"He said I just have to wait to collect the money."

It's no wonder that Liu Pingan was stunned. Like Little Fatty said, he is a boss who has never met in a century. His conscience is not enough to describe him. It is like his head was kicked by a donkey.

The mango-harvesting boss, Liu Pingan, hasn’t seen him before. He usually drives two cars and brings a few boxing and packing helpers. He also brings the packing materials, mesh bags, foam boxes, plastic baskets, and tape. The markers are basically all alive.

Picking, transporting, stacking, and taking off the mangoes are all left to the owner's family.

The host must either be an au pair or directly pay someone to help. The site must be cleaned first, a layer of plastic sheeting is laid on the ground, a shading net must be pulled on the top, more branch shears are prepared, and the cut mangoes are placed in the back. Carry them back, pick them out one by one, take off the bags one by one, and stack them one by one.

Try not to bump, even try to avoid scratches, or it will be classified as a second fruit, the price is compared with the good fruit, it is more than cut, and it feels like a free gift.

The stalk should not be broken as much as possible, otherwise the fruit pulp will flow, which will cause pollution to the peel and also reduce the grade of the fruit.

The helper brought by the boss took a small bench and sat there. He was only responsible for picking the fruit, packing it in boxes and then packing. When he said that he asked for the help of the owner when he got on the bus, he didn't care about everything else.

Water is to be drunk and rice is to be eaten. The water to be drunk can be home-made tea or bottled mineral water. The table must not be sloppy. There must be wine, meat and beverages. Some people even kill chickens and sheep directly. It's very rich, for fear of neglecting the boss when he chooses the fruit.

A few days ago, Liu Ping’an went to carry mangoes for people as an au pair. He saw that his friend’s mangoes were selected very strictly. The second fruit was actually more than the positive fruit, and the price fell by two-thirds. It's hard to say.

Anyway, he has never seen the boss bring someone to pick the fruit and bring water and rice.

It is simply a conscience that makes people unbelievable, deeply doubting the truth of the matter.

As a result, it is true.

Liu Ping’an had just had breakfast here, and two big cars came rumblingly, following Fatty’s butt behind Fatty’s car with mighty domineering, then the car door opened, and a group of people came down, all of them were men. Yes, they are tall, short, fat and thin, but they all have a vigorous color, which is quite uncomfortable.

The first impression is that it is not a good job, rather than a helper who picks mangoes and packs them, it is more like a well-trained organizer.

Even if it's not the kind of tall presence of the police and military, it should be the team of a security company. The worst thing is that they are social bastards, drinking together, eating meat, eating big sticks and smashing people.

This is even more surprising.

You should know that most of the mango bosses who choose fruit to pack are female workers. Firstly, the female workers' wages are slightly lower, and secondly, the work is very monotonous and boring. Lesbians have more patience.

Now it's good, all the men who swipe the votes are not like picking fruits and packing, but like house robbery or bodyguard escort.

If it weren't for the little Fatty Lin Yu and the tall and thin Zou Ping, who were the first to smile, Liu Pingan would have thought it was not the mango boss who bought the fruit, but the young and Dangerous boy who had come to grab the site.

Isn't it just some fairy fruit and mango, making such a big battle?

Little Fatty has a mine at home, so he brought in a mine guard team, or he was full and found someone to play COSPLAY?

Although it looks like it's not bad money at the beginning, it's a bit different, isn't it, he won't be beaten by his daddy mom fat?

Liu Pingan feels that things seem to be developing in a direction that is unknowable and dare not to think, which means that it is a bit out of control.

I felt a little flustered.

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