Chapter 4683: Go to the small market 3

4683 GARCIA, JENNIFER M

Qu Taner understood, "You didn't say it because you didn't try it, not because you didn't. Since you can listen, you will definitely say ..."

What a fallacy ...

Look, it seems to make sense? Qin Ling and others looked at the boy with sympathy and approval.

Listening to their communication, the stall owner's smile was obviously reduced by a few points, and looking at their party, their eyes were scrutinized and curious.

"How many, aren't they in town?"

The boss was obviously asking questions. Although he didn't understand, Qu Taner and others saw it for the first time.

In his ear, a young man's translator rang, "He asked if we were people in the town."

After waiting for Qu Tan'er to answer, the boss asked again, "Is it somewhere else?"

Earlier, he saw them as a crowd crowded in, watching their dresses, all of which were of good temperament, and thought he was a wealthy family who came to play next door.

Their town is poor, but the town next door is a rich place.

Taking advantage of the opening of the market every half year, those rich and rich girls will come here in groups to play.

Only, if it is in the town next door, they should be able to communicate with them.

However, he has also heard that in some places far away from the town, such as some particularly prosperous cities, those people speak differently from their language. Although the boss is a businessman, he is not a small businessman, and he has not set foot in the remote area. Therefore, he does not know exactly how different the local language is in his peers.

Subconsciously, they took Qu Tan'er as if they came from far away, and whispered in their hearts, they are all in the same area. When they talk, they have an accent. Why is there such a big difference that he can't understand it?

After the young man translated the boss's speech again, Qu Taner and others looked relaxed and relaxed. They were all extraordinary people. There was a bit of dignity between the eyebrows and they were not used for answering. The ambiguous attitude of the stall owner saw that. I confirmed my conjecture more.

He did not follow up, rubbing his hands and greeting harder, "Are you all optimistic? My goods are genuine, and they are definitely not worse than other stalls!"

Guests from afar, rich!

The thought of this, the boss secretly looked at Qu Taner and others, his eyes were even more refined.

He wondered in his heart that he was going to slaughter this group of people.

Unexpectedly, it was because he had this wish, and in the end, he planted a big fight in their hands.

Qu Taner instructed the boy to repeat her question just now.

The teenager couldn't help but start to talk about Ai Aidi. Although the pronunciation was stiff, he finally squeezed out the entire question.

The original enthusiastic boss heard this questioning, and the diligent smile was stagnant. At the next moment, he was displeased on the floor. Without losing this money, how can you still feel like squeezing our poor people? "

The boss scolded indignantly while the teenager translated smoothly.

Poor people ... Qu Taner narrowed his boss's stiff waist up and down.

I'm afraid I put this fat in the pot, I don't know how much oil has to be squeezed out, but I'm so sorry to cry!

Qu Taner ignored him and began to pretend to ponder in front of his stall.

When she saw that she was choosing a stone, the boss couldn't continue to scold him.

(End of this chapter)