What's So Great About Being a CEO? Isn't Running a Street Stall Better? (36)
"Your skills are impressive. Where did you train? Who was your master?"
Zhou Ronghao was the best fighter in the bureau. Even when he had been in the army, he had been one of the top performers. Yet today, he had discovered that even a young girl was stronger than him.
So even though he felt this question was somewhat inappropriate, he still couldn't help asking.
"No master. I just practiced casually in the mountains by myself. I don't have any formal techniques, but I can still take down three to five ordinary people."
Su Qiao quickly swiped through her phone and placed an order for a small waist bag that cost a few dozen yuan. Then she put her phone away, preparing to focus on her business.
Her confidence had returned a little today. After all, she had made her first sale.
Zhou Ronghao's eyes held a hint of disbelief. "You didn't learn from a professional coach or an outstanding bodyguard?"
"You've asked so many questions. Are you going to buy something from me or not?"
If he wasn't buying, couldn't he move aside? Such a tall man was blocking the front of her table. The people who wanted to take a look couldn't get through—and now they didn't even dare to come over.
Zhou Ronghao also felt that he had asked too much and was a little embarrassed. "Ahem, then give me a pair."
That was more like it.
Su Qiao gave him a look that said he knew what was good for him, then began rummaging through the items on the table.
"What kind do you want? I have phone charms, watch charms, brooches, necklaces, little figurines, stationery, and bracelets. Pick one yourself!"