"Haven't gone to bed yet, little brother?"
The call was from Zhang Ting.
"Not yet, Ting sister, is there something you want to tell me?"
"It's about the male treasure you asked me about last time; I'm telling you now, everything's ready. It'll go on sale next week."
Jiang Xu was overjoyed inside, but he feigned indifference on the surface, "Ting sister, not me—it's a friend of mine who needs it.
I'm so young, what would I need that for?"
Zhang Ting thought to herself that she knew men all too well.
Each one says one thing but means another.
Yet she didn't call out Jiang Xu on his little trick.
"Right, right, right, your friend, I got it wrong. How about this—I'll mail some to you, and you can give them to your friend to try out?"
"Cough, cough, that would be great," Jiang Xu coughed, "Ting sister, if you're going to mail them, might as well send more.
That way I can take some to promote the product, hand out samples, and build up brand recognition."
