"Baberg, you are my best friend. Even if the world is destroyed, I think I will believe you, so you will definitely help me, right? Now I want to become a distributor of clothing sales, and I hope you can become my first customer!"

At the door of a restaurant in Province 93, Morrie is waiting for his best friend's answer.

Morri was very nervous at this time because Barberg's restaurant was a distance from Morri's house. Before Morri came to this restaurant, he had found some other people, but no one believed that he was willing to buy his clothes, and many people, like his wife's friends, were laughing at him fiercely.

"Oh my God, when did you change your career and sell scrap? This is a good job. Please believe that I don't mean to discriminate against you. It's just that you shouldn't bring this pile of garbage to my door because I don't need garbage!"

"I heard it right, Maury, you actually said you were going to be a dealer? This is a joke, at least I have never seen a dealer who doesn't have his own store and just sells clothes everywhere, or some guys selling pirated CDs do this."

"Okay, Maury, you know I'm willing to support your entrepreneurship, but what you sell... Let's call it clothes for now. I can't convince me to buy them myself. My wife will definitely blame me!"

"Let me guess Morrie, are you kidding right? But I'm so sorry to say that this joke is so bad!"

These words echoed in Mori's mind and kept hurting his self-confidence. It was precisely this way. Mori, who had prepared more and better words, only said these words after Barborg opened the door.

Barberg looked at Morrie and sighed and said to him: "We are indeed best friends, and you can indeed trust me. It is because of this that I have to say something to you."

Barberg paused for a moment before saying, "Morry, you can't do business at all. It's not that you can become a dealer by getting these clothes and selling them everywhere. You must learn business knowledge in the business school systematically. At least you have to have a shop so that it can be convincing. You are just a restaurant waiter, and as long as you do it, you can get a higher tip. This is enough, you can't become a dealer!"

"So you won't buy my clothes, right?" Morrie asked.

Barberg shook his head and said to him: "I won't buy it because I don't want to give you any hope. You should be a waiter and stop thinking about dealers."

"I get it, thank you."

Morrie left this sentence, lowered her head and turned away. If he had only been hit by confidence before, then now he would be suspicious of life, so he didn't hear Barborg's next words: "But Morrie, if you have any other problems, you can come to me, and I will help you!"

Am I really wrong and really cheated? In fact, there are no dealers at all. What I sell is just garbage that I piece together with fabric?

Morrie began to doubt himself. He looked up at the sky. It was already dark at this time, which means that his whole day of sales had no results, which made him even more depressed, feeling that his life was the same as he was now, and he had entered the darkness.

Suddenly, Mori was stopped. The dazzling flashlight made him unable to open his eyes. It took him a long time to see two tall policemen standing in front of him.

"Hello, we have received a report that you are selling things illegally. You know that it is illegal to not have a business license and do not have a fixed store, so please cooperate with our inspection." The police seemed to see that Mori was in a bad mental state and said to him politely.

"I'm sorry I don't sell anything, my bag is just a pile of garbage." Morrie said deliberately.

However, the two policemen still snatched Mori's bag and checked it. They just took a quick look and returned the bag to Mori, and said, "It's really a pile of garbage, but you still have to remember that it's illegal to just sell things to others with the bag!"

The two policemen then let Mori go, but their words made Mori even more worried: he didn't want to be taken away, nor did he want the clothes to be confiscated, but he didn't want to hear that the clothes were garbage.

"Hey! Beware of my little baby!"

Suddenly a shout came from behind. When Mori turned his head, he saw a big dog standing tall and rushing towards him. Mori shouted and subconsciously swung his bag and hit him. The dog seemed to be too arrogant and bitten it hard at Mori. Soon Mori's pants and bag were bitten into pieces, and the dog was pulled away by its owner.

It was a woman in her forties. He was very dissatisfied and said to Morrie: "What's going on with you? Didn't I just tell you to let you be careful of my little baby? How could you still hit it? If you hurt it, you can't afford to pay the responsibility?"

Morrie got angry and stood up and shouted, "I'm responsible? Then why are you not responsible for leaving your dog? If I call the police, you will definitely be unlucky!"

Whether she called the police or Mori's attitude scared her, the woman hesitated immediately. Then she saw Mori's bag bitten by a dog, and her expression became contemptuous again.

"So it's a beggar who picks up garbage!" The woman snorted coldly, and she took out a bag for Mori, "Then give it to you so that the garbage won't be thrown around casually. Oh, by the way, I can also tell you that my bag was originally used to hold shit, but now it's used to hold your garbage for you, it's really cheap for you!"

Morri didn't say anything, and the woman became even more arrogant: "It seems that I'm right, you guy who is not even as good as shit!"

After scolding, the woman left with a smile, while Mori was about to cry with the bag given by the woman in her hand.

Damn it! Why is this happening? Why do they all say that my trash pickers and that these clothes are garbage? Am I really wrong?

Morrie once again had such thoughts, and then he silently picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and put them in a new bag.

Morrie walked towards the house, and he was as despair as a walking corpse.

At this moment, Morrie suddenly remembered the little girl selling matches. Isn’t the same with the little girl in the fairy tale? She came out to sell her matches in the cold winter, but no one bought them at all? Perhaps she was also sarcastic and bullied by all kinds of people.

At the end of the story, the little girl lit all the matches to keep warm, shining out a lot of fantasies and hopes, and eventually froze to death on the street. What about herself?

Morrie looked down at the bag he was carrying, thinking to himself whether he had to burn his own clothes too? Perhaps in this way, he could see heaven like the little girl in the fairy tale. Seeing that many people were rushing to buy their own clothes, he could make a lot of money, pay the child's tuition, make his wife happy, and realize his dream...

Mori thought so, and he walked under the street light and took out a piece of clothing from the bag.

"Actually, this dress looks good even if you look closely! Why does it look like garbage? Those people really don't have the eyes!" Morrie said to himself.

"Wow! That's actually the clothes from the killer. I didn't expect that I could actually see it!"

Suddenly, a scream of shock, scared Mori for no reason. He turned around and saw three girls dressed in very fashionable clothes running towards him. Behind them were a few boys with different hair colors.

Morrie remembered many nighttime robberies in 93 provinces, and he immediately became nervous: "What are you going to do?"

A girl opposite said dissatisfied with this: "Hey, we won't rob, we just look at your clothes, it's what we've been looking for, can you sell them to us?"

Morri was stunned, he couldn't believe what they said: "You said you want to buy my...clothes? Why?"

The girls seemed to hear funny jokes.

The girl's tongue twister answered Mori's question: "Why? We also want to know why you asked such a question. Didn't you watch the TV series Killer? It's just like this. That's cool. I dreamed of having a piece of such clothes, but I found many stores, including stores like Givenchy and Chanel."

After she said that, she looked at Morri suspiciously: "So do you sell it?"

Morri nodded desperately as if he woke up from a dream. Although he didn't understand what was going on, since someone wanted to buy it now, he wouldn't be willing to do it: "Of course I sell it. These clothes are what I use to sell. As long as you don't dislike it, I can sell all this bag of clothes to you."

"We don't want that much. I want this dress just because he is a killer TV series..."

Before the girl finished her serious words, she heard her companion screaming suddenly: "Oh my God! Martha, you should really come and have a look. These clothes are so cool. I think we should buy all this bag of clothes!"

The girl was slapped in the face and she felt very embarrassed: "You guys, we don't want all kinds of clothes..."

But before she finished speaking, her eyes lit up: "My God, these clothes are so cool! These are actually spliced ​​together, and these are street jeans, which are styles that you can't buy in other stores!"

Then the girl was no longer reserved and began to join the selection with other girls and was surprised.

They chose and waved to the boys: "I think you can come and have a look. The clothes here are cool, and there are also those that are very suitable for you boys. I can guarantee that you will definitely beat the Burial Ai family in the next street when you meet again. I have always said that their taste is inferior, and these are what we need!"

Morrie stood there and watched them select. He looked confused. He didn't understand what was going on. Why were these girls so fascinated by their clothes? Is this his wish come true and he really became a match girl? Are these all his own hallucinations? But such hallucinations are too real, so don't wake up.
Chapter completed!