49 Who Is Supposed to Last for Five Minutes?

Qin Guan was puzzled. 'What? Was this man a programmer before he changed jobs to become a flyer distributor? Is he around thirty years old?'

Qin Guan looked at the flyer in his hand. "Sir, I'm here to join Chenxing Esports Club. You don't have to give me any flyers." He then looked at the flyer in his hand. "And, um… this is a flyer about swimming and staying fit. Did you get the wrong flyer?"

"Really? Oh, I'm sorry. I have too many flyers in my hand, so I gave you the wrong one."

The man flipped through the vast number of flyers in his hand as if he was looking for the flyer for Chenxing Esports Club.

Qin Guan gave him a flat stare. The man truly had a lot of flyers, and among them were some for swimming, some for restaurant openings, some for building openings, and even a few for high-class clubs…

Qin Guan had to admit that he actually wanted to read them…