Hearing Ye Xuanfeng's words, the crowd of onlookers immediately became happy.

Nima: You can still earn 100 yuan by trying it out?

But some people think that it is not worth drinking this "poison" for the sake of 100 yuan.

"100 yuan? Do I get 300 yuan for three drinks?"

"You want to take this 100 yuan to buy our dignity? Who wants to do what you say?"

......

Several people made dissatisfied voices and said to Ye Xuanfeng.

"Damn! If you don't want to try it, I'll try it now. ”

One of the old men, dressed in tatters, rushed forward in a hurry and picked up the wine glass directly.

"Young man, this is what you said, you will give 100 yuan for a bite, everyone can testify, you better not cheat. ”

The old man drank the glass as he spoke.

Seeing that the old man was very heroic, everyone was also very surprised, and couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

After drinking the cup of Moutai, the old man licked his lips greedily.

"What are you all doing with me? This wine is drinkable!"

The old man said with a smile, and directly stretched out his hand to Ye Xuanfeng and said, "Young man, according to your meaning, hurry up and give me 100 yuan." ”

Ye Xuanfeng glanced at him helplessly, and directly took out 100 yuan in cash from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

"Uncle, how do you feel after drinking my glass of wine?

The old man thought for a while, and then said: "I don't know if this is Moutai or not, but I know that this wine tastes very good, and it is definitely not a fake wine!"

When the words landed, everyone was shocked, but in their bones, they still couldn't believe how Moutai could be sold so low?

"I can't imagine that our dignified boss Ye would come to the night market to set up a stall?

At this time, there was a strange sound of yin and yang in the distance.

Ye Xuanfeng looked over and saw Du Chun swaggering towards this side, with a proud look.

"What's the matter? Do you want to buy my Moutai today?"

Ye Xuanfeng thought that the other party should have come to make trouble, so he asked fearlessly.

"Buy your Moutai, in case you drink it and die, how should you be responsible?"

"I'll prepare a big coffin for you when I'm dead!"

Ye Xuanfeng rolled his eyes and said impatiently.

"You!" Du Chun's face turned red with anger in an instant, and he pointed at Ye Xuanfeng with his finger, but he couldn't say a word.

"Boy, are you really not able to make this Moutai? Who believes 100 yuan a bottle?"

Du Chun blurted out directly, his face full of disdain for Ye Xuanfeng.

This Moutai is a national liquor, and it sells for at least a few thousand yuan in the market.

This 1,000 yuan can buy a bottle of Maojiu, and no one will believe it in exchange, right?

Ye Xuanfeng really wanted to spit a mouthful of foam at him.

Believe it or not, I didn't let you believe it!

"If all of my Moutai is true, then what are you going to do?"

Ye Xuanfeng showed a disdainful smile and asked directly at Du Chun.

"What can you do if you can really do this Moutai? Of course you can buy it!" Du Chun blurted out without thinking about it.

"However, if your Moutai is real, I can have your surname!"

"It's a deal!"

Ye Xuanfeng laughed, hurriedly poured himself a cup with Moutai, and took another heroic sip.

Seeing Ye Xuanfeng's relaxed appearance, Du Chun's heart became even more angry.

"Boy, you just wait for me to call and ask the intelligence officer to come and take a look!"

As he spoke, Du Chun took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said angrily to Ye Xuanfeng.

Less than ten minutes later, several uniformed national intelligence officers walked over.

I saw Ye Xuanfeng selling 100 bottles of Moutai on the side, and a few bottles were still opened, and he had already drunk a lot.

The national intelligence officer was also taken aback.

In recent years, there are indeed a lot of people setting up stalls.

It's just that it's really rare for someone like Ye Xuanfeng to come out directly to sell Moutai.

The world is so big that there are no surprises.

One of the national intelligence officers took out a record book and asked Ye Xuanfeng, "Sir, may I ask what is your name?"

"Ye Xuanfeng. ”

"How old are you this year?"

"23-year-old handsome guy, why do you still have to check your household registration?"

"What is gender?"

"You're blind, can't you tell if I'm a man or a woman?"

Ye Xuanfeng was furious and scolded directly at the national intelligence officer.

Standing in front of me all these years, can't you see that you are a man so clearly?

Isn't it just here that he has a stall to sell Moutai? How can he be interrogated like a suspect?

The fat and thin national intelligence officer suddenly became a little impatient, and after hearing Ye Xuanfeng's answer, he couldn't help frowning.

The fat national intelligence officer straightened up and scolded sternly: "You have to be honest with us, don't lie! I ask you now, what kind of profession do you have?"

"I'm not lying, I usually come out to set up a stall or go to the company's office for a while. ”

Ye Xuanfeng raised his head directly, revealing a delicate and clean face.

Du Chun looked at Ye Xuanfeng with a triumphant smile on his face, and hurriedly said.

"Comrade National Affairs is this kid, casually selling fake Moutai here. ”

"If you take a person like this and take him to the bureau for interrogation for a few days, he is a profiteer selling fake wine. ”

As far as the national intelligence officer is concerned, the current suspects are probably young people, and his attitude has eased a lot in an instant.

"You're also a boss in the company, how can you do such an illegal thing? And don't you know that selling fake goods and selling fake and shoddy products is illegal?"

Seeing the change in the attitude of the national affairs officer, Ye Xuanfeng's heart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said with a look of grievance.

"I'm this wine, but it's true, I didn't lie to you, if you don't believe it, you can check it. ”

"What's there to check here, aren't you selling Moutai on a stall? This kind of Moutai, are you sure it's real?"

The national intelligence officer hurriedly picked up a bottle of Moutai from the trolley and looked it up and down.

"You are a white-collar worker in a company, you should know the price of selling fake and shoddy products, and you can't afford to put your whole life into it in order to earn these thousands of dollars. ”

"If you're being honest now, we might as well consider reprocessing it for you. ”

One of the two national intelligence officers sang with a red face and the other with a white face, and their methods were quite skillful.

Ye Xuanfeng didn't pay attention to the persuasion of the two.

"The Moutai I sell is not looking for goods, these are all purchased from formal channels, and they are exactly the same as the national liquor on the market. ”

Du Chun on the side looked at Ye Xuanfeng gloatingly, and he still had the picture of Ye Xuanfeng being arrested in the bureau.