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Chapter 72 Brother is not short of money

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    The clerks could not distinguish the value of lighters and cigarettes, so they asked aloud, "How to sell these things?"

    Before Feng Jun could answer, Ding Laoer spoke first, "Okay, it's just a copper plate."

    As he spoke, he took out a copper plate and handed it to the other party.

    The clerk refused and said, "Just stay there and charge as much as you want. It's not your turn to say anything."

    Ding Laoer¡¯s face darkened and he spoke in a sinister voice, ¡°Let me ask, do you think you are better than Wang Er?¡±

    There is no way, the people here speak like this, very direct, and they don¡¯t use any skills to threaten people.

    Of course the clerk knows that Wang Er hit a wall last night. After all, he is a master who can make a lone wolf support him. It is said that he is also a miracle doctor.

    But he was from the finance and tax office, not a house hunter. Hearing this, he felt a little helpless, "I said, the town provided the land, and you pay taxes according to regulations, isn't that what you should do?"

    Ding Laoer's eyes widened and he spoke angrily, "You are really weird in what you say. Did we say we won't pay taxes?"

    Feng Jun actually doesn¡¯t care about paying some tax, even if he can¡¯t sell it, it doesn¡¯t matter. But unfortunately, he doesn¡¯t have a single copper in his pocket and can only ask Ding Laoer to pay in advance, so he can¡¯t intervene.

    The clerk was very aggrieved, "What you are selling is definitely not cheap. A copper plate is really a bit less."

    He has already heard that the transparent gadget not only looks exquisite and clear, but can also light up fire when pressed. It is definitely not ordinary.

    "It's quite a lot," Ding Laoer replied gruffly, "Is it possible that we can't sell it and you still want to refund the money?"

    When Feng Jun saw this, he couldn't help but laugh. He was used to Ding Laoer's honest appearance, and he really didn't expect that this person actually had such a side.

    Ding Laoer heard the laughter, looked back at him, and then explained aloud, "Miracle doctor, it's not that we are tricky. There are many people in this market who don't pay taxes. I can pay taxes, which already gives him a lot of face.  "

    After finishing speaking, he looked at the two clerks again and said proudly, "It's just a copper plate. If you want more, do you like it or not?"

    The clerk at the head turned red with anger and turned away without even accepting the coin, "You will regret it."

    Ding Laoer smiled disdainfully and whistled at the other person's back.

    Then, he turned to look at Feng Jun and said with a smile, "Ignore him. In the past, we have been a lot angry with these bird people. This time, Lord Wolf has come forward. It is not difficult for them to help them, and they will be in panic"  If you don¡¯t make things difficult for him, he won¡¯t be grateful to you.¡±

    Feng Jun smiled indifferently, "Actually, I don't value money very much."

    "I know this," Ding Laoer nodded. The miracle doctor didn't even charge for the medicine. "But you have all the good stuff here. Not many people in Shuangxi Town can afford it, so why pay taxes?"

    "Hey," someone not far away snorted, "You're not too shy. What is it that people in Shuanggai can't afford?"

    The person who spoke was a short and stocky boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. Next to him, there was a boy of similar age in white. Behind the two of them, there were five or six strong men, who looked like their masters.

    The short and stocky boy stepped forward, pointed the riding crop in his hand, and asked loudly, "What are you selling?"

    Knowing the identity of the visitor, Ding Laoer immediately replied, "It's tobacco rolled in paper and something to start the fire."

    "Tobacco," the young man lost interest upon hearing this, and he didn't smoke. "How do you sell this fire starter?"

    Feng Jun picked up a lighter, demonstrated it twice, and then called out the price, "One silver dollar each."

    "A silver dollar?" The short and stocky boy shouted loudly, "Why don't you go and grab it? They are just fire starters, how different can they be from flint?"

    In fact, the difference is quite big, at least the level of convenience is not the same. However, Feng Jun had no intention of explaining it and just replied lightly, "I didn't force you to buy it."

    When the young man heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, "What did you say force me to buy it?"

    This time, Feng Jun didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

    Ding Laoer, on the other hand, coughed lightly and said, "Not everyone can afford the things of a miracle doctor. If you don't want to buy it, please give in. Don't block our business."

    "Miracle doctor?" The short and stocky boy looked at Feng Jun thoughtfully, pondered for a moment, and then raised his hand, "Come here, buy one of these fire-making things You guys try it, and if you are trying to be mysterious, I will kill this guy.  stall."

    ¡°Wait a minute,¡± Feng Jun said, ¡°Since you¡¯re like this??, but buy them one by one, fifty each.

    This situation makes Ding Laoer a little desperate, but Feng Jun doesn't care. In his opinion, this is how poor places should be. You can't expect luxury goods to make money. High-quality and cheap daily necessities are the main money-making part.

    Taking this market as an example, if you look around, most of them sell food and drink. This is the mainstream of the market.

    "Anyway, for Feng Jun, it is a success if he can get a few silver coins from his own plane to spend. As for the cost, it doesn't matter."

    At this moment, a big man came over and asked for a cigarette to try.

    It was none other than the guy who left just now. In his hand, the two stone balls were still spinning.

    Feng Jun shook his head, then pointed to his hand, "You can't try drawing for free unless you let me take a look at those two stone balls."

    The big man was dissatisfied, "This is what I'm used to. What do you think it does?"

    Feng Jun insisted, "If you show me, I will give you the cigarette. Goodwill should be mutual, right?"

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