The Federation of Trade Unions is a newly opened clothing trading building in Hangzhou. It is located at the intersection of Yan'an Road and Hepinghai Road. There are women's clothing shops in the building, mainly engaged in retail business, and the styles of clothes are the most popular nowadays.

"Yes, it seems you know the Federation of Trade Unions. Although the salary is just that, fortunately, everyone deals with girls, not as many garbled people in society. If you are willing, I will ask you back and ask my friend, there is a shop there." Mao Daqing said.

"I do, thank you brother!"

Qianqian nodded without hesitation, expressing her willingness.

Mao Daqing smiled and said, "Don't be too old-fashioned, you'll call Brother Daqing in the future and look close!"

"Well, Brother Daqing!"

Qianqian screamed obediently, making Mao Daqing smile.

Qianqian didn’t have a cell phone. Mao Daqing left her mobile phone number, copied her QQ number, made an appointment with her, contacted her in two days, and told her the news.

At this time, another customer came into the grilled fish shop. Qianqian talked to Mao Daqing and ran over to arrange the matter quickly.

As soon as Qianqian left, Lu Yuan looked at Mao Daqing suspiciously and asked, "Da Mao, aren't you a man's clothing?"

"What's the matter? They all bought goods in the same place." Mao Daqing said disapprovingly.

Lu Yuan glanced at Qianqian, who was full of youth, and reminded Mao Daqing: "I'll tell you Damao, don't harm the little girl, you are still in college."

"What are you saying about college students? College students can have free love long ago, okay?"

Mao Daqing was talking when his cell phone rang

As soon as he answered the phone, he answered it, then hung up his phone and said to Lu Yuan: "Xiaopang has already done the computer of your colleague named Xu."

"Is that so fast? Okay, thank you."
Chapter completed!