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After listening to him, I calmed down a little. Sometimes she thought about how much she had gone overboard just now, and sometimes she thought about how she hadn't done anything wrong. She, the Zhu Family, could do whatever she wanted. He thought that if he was opened again, he would lose his money, and his life would be more miserable. He was fine, but his sister-in-law would have to suffer. Thinking of this, I suddenly lost my temper. After a while there was silence, and he wanted to do his own thing. However, his heart was filled with gratitude towards Logan. He looked up and smiled at Rogan. Thank you, big brother. I will pay attention to it in the future! " Logan smiled good-naturedly, nodded back at me, and went off to the other side to clear away the bricks. Seeing that the three main figures, including me, the pretty girl, and the jeering Rogan, had all left and had nothing to do with each other, everyone lowered their heads to do their own things.0

Although my mood was a bit bad because of what happened just now. However, as soon as this was done to the point of exhaustion, I forgot everything. By noon, I made a bet that during the whole morning, I would not think about Zhu Dantong; although I couldn't help but think twice about my sister-in-law's body, I was forced away by a strong sense of guilt, only for a second, not for a second. So, on the whole, I had a very solid morning. By noon, I had twice as many kilns as Logan. Logan was the largest of the five. When Luo Jin saw this result, he smiled at me. I smiled back.

"Let's go eat first, we'll do it in the afternoon!" Luo Jin took note of all the data, closed his notebook, and shouted at everyone. Everyone dispersed. I was in the habit of going to my small courtyard to have lunch as usual, but before I had taken two steps, I remembered that I had come out for work in the morning and had told my sister-in-law that I would not be coming back at noon if I had anything to do. When he thought of his lie, he couldn't help but think of that beautiful female body. He felt a wave of panic. Thinking about how she was too ashamed to meet her sister-in-law, she felt a little disappointed. I drank another round of tea and thought: It seems that even if I had time at noon, I would never be able to return. I would have to find a way to solve the lunch problem and find a place to rest for a while. The afternoon was over. After making up his mind, he headed straight for the canteen at the construction site.

The construction site has always had a canteen. It was said that Zhu Zhi, a distant relative of the boss Zhu Zhitang, contracted the contract. Because the construction site is so large, the source of visitors is not to be worried; therefore, even though we laborers are reluctant to part with our own hard-earned money, and the food requirement is not high, with most of the orders being two or three yuan worth of food, Zhu Zhi was still able to make money.

I have observed Zhu Zhi in private. I found out that he understood some of the ideas and methods of modern marketing. I even wondered for a moment if he had studied it specifically, or if someone in his family had attended a marketing college. However, one day, when I began a private conversation with Luo Jing, he gave me a big smile. It turned out that Zhu Zhi really did have a daughter who was in university and was rumored to be quite good-looking. However, when Zhu Zhi was making money in the dining hall, her daughter was still in middle school. Even if Zhu Zhi was contracting out the dining hall at the construction site, it was still in sync with his daughter going to university. This canteen had been contracted for three years, and his daughter was now in her third year! From this point of view, his family's marketing methods were definitely not "learned".

Was his daughter good-looking? Impossible! I remember that this was my first reaction when I listened to Luo Jing's words; I forgot all about the marketing strategy. Because with their looks, I really can't conceive of a 'decent' face for their daughter.

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