The wide-eyed girl was very excited, her hands trembling slightly. At first, because this was her first time doing something like this, she was scared and nervous. She deliberately chose the edge of the crowd, starting with the aunties in small groups at the very edge. But now, she was nervous with excitement.
Each registered phone number and name represented at least 1,000 yuan in sales for tomorrow. And according to her 20% commission, she could pocket at least 200 yuan per person. Looking at the nearly twenty phone numbers she had already recorded, the girl's hand began to tremble more noticeably.
On their journey today, they had passed many villages, and there were many other villages in different directions. Those dilapidated houses, those rustic farmers—they were no longer objects of her ridicule, but her patrons, her golden geese. Every name she wrote down felt like the smell of money, a smell that made her, a young woman, feel weak-kneed and utterly captivated.
