"Ten bottles, ten bottles is too little...... Wang Zheng frowned as he looked at the ten bottles of ginger wine on the ground. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The vendor on the opposite side looked at it, and asked with a smile: "Little brother, you are a bright person, how much do you want, tell my brother!" ”

"You, give me three more boxes, and we'll be waiting for you here."

When the peddler heard this, he nodded happily, and then he didn't need Wang Zheng to move the place, picked up the motorcycle and turned his head, and then said, "Okay, little brother, you wait for me for fifteen minutes, and I'll be back immediately!" ”

When Wang Zheng heard this, he said in his heart, fifteen minutes back and forth, it seems that this kid's den is not far from here.

watched the kid walk away, and then Wang Zheng looked left and right, and found that there was a little beggar not far away.

Before the National Games in Quancheng, the beggars in Quancheng were still very powerful, and they were definitely more professional than anyone else to do some follow-up and investigation work.

Uncle Ma was stunned when he saw the young man who just said that he was going to teach the kid who sold wine a lesson.

The young man did have money, and he sold it for three hundred and fifty yuan, and the wine he bought was placed on the ground, and then he said that he would buy three more boxes.

This...... How can it be considered a lesson?

Then Uncle Ma saw the young man walking towards the beggar and gave the other party a hundred yuan, and he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

"This ......"

Wang Zheng walked back, then looked at the old man with a puzzled face, hurriedly took out a hundred yuan from his pocket, handed it to him and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry for you, you can go home." ”

Wang Zheng couldn't help but stuff the money into the old man's pocket, and then waited for the young man who sold alcohol to appear again.

At this moment, Wang Zheng's phone rang, and it was Qin Fatzi from Qilu Satellite TV who called.

"Hey, Director Qin...... What the? Thirty-seven percent of the ratings! Great, great! …… Be sure to celebrate and celebrate...... Okay, okay, that's going to hang up first. ”

hung up the phone, and then Wang Zheng saw that the old man surnamed Ma had not left, but pointed to his mobile phone and said, "You little thing, is it a phone?" ”

Since 1993, the volume of mobile phones began to get smaller and smaller, and then with the promotion and use of GSM mobile communication standards nationwide in 1996, mobile phones have gradually developed from the rich class to the middle-income class, and mobile phones are no longer exclusive to the rich. However, in 1996, mobile phones were still only black and white, and color screen mobile phones would not appear until after 1998.

At this stage, choose a mobile phone, see how much and spin and so on.

Wang Zheng saw that the old man was a little curious in his eyes, so he asked, "Ah, what's the matter, uncle, are you planning to buy one too?" ”

But the old man waved his hand again and again: "Don't dare to think about it, don't dare to think about it." ”

Wang Zheng smiled, pointed to the hundred yuan he stuffed into the old man's hand and said, "In a few years, the money in your hand will be able to buy a mobile phone." ”

Before the two of them finished speaking, the young man who sold wine rode a motorcycle and sent three boxes of counterfeit ginger wine to Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng paid the bill happily, and then the young man took the money and hurried away happily.

The young man would never dare to stay in one place for any longer, and he knew the consequences of being caught doing this.

And the young man didn't leave on his front foot, so Wang Zheng gave a look to the little beggar next to him. The little beggar hurriedly closed the stall and followed the young man on a motorcycle.

Don't look at the young man riding a motorcycle, but because it is just the time to commute, the road is more crowded, and it is not fast at all, so the little beggar can still keep up.

"No, I said kid, you, you don't like you're teaching that kid?"

Wang Zheng looked at Uncle Ma, who had not left yet, and said with a smile: "It's okay, take your time, let him taste some sweetness first, and then let this kid suffer." ”

Uncle Ma nodded incomprehensibly and stood still.

"Uncle, I'm going to do something, you can go back by yourself."

Uncle Ma didn't speak, he frowned and thought about it in place, and finally left.

Wang Zheng drove the car, pulled the more than 40 bottles of fake and shoddy ginger wine he had just bought, and then went directly to the ginger wine outlet store in Quancheng and found Liu Yujiang.

Liu Yujiang, the manager of the Ginger Jiuquancheng outlet, was very excited when he saw that it was Mr. Xiao Wang.

Last time, something happened in the store here in Quancheng, and then Xiao Wang always used thunderbolt means to solve it, and after that time, in Liu Yujiang's eyes, this Xiao Wang was simply a god-like existence.

"Mr. Wang, why didn't you give notice in advance? Let's be prepared. ”

Wang Zheng's car stopped in the courtyard behind the front room, looked at Liu Yujiang with his hands behind his back, nodded, and then said, "Old Liu, how is the situation in the store recently?" ”

"Mr. Xiao Wang, our ginger wine, it's getting more and more popular day by day."

"Come and sit down in your office."

When Liu Yujiang heard this, he hurriedly led Wang Zheng to his office.

"Recently, have you noticed any signs of something wrong with the ginger wine market here in Quancheng?"

After listening to Wang Zheng's words, Liu Yujiang said confidently: "What's wrong?" Mr. Wang, our ginger wine is easy to sell! I think our output needs to be increased, otherwise the common people will not be able to buy wine, he is in a hurry, and he will make trouble. ”

Entering the office, Liu Yujiang hurriedly said, "Mr. Wang, please take a seat." ”

Then Wang Zheng put his hand behind his back in front of him, revealing a wine bottle in his hand, and asked, "Do you know this thing?" ”

Liu Yujiang glanced at it, and then said with a smile: "This? Hey, I don't know which naughty one made these three bottles of fake wine and two bottles of fake wine to make trouble in our store. Xiao Wang, don't worry, as long as we bring out Liang San, we will leave immediately. Also, the regular customers can tell at a glance that the bottle is fake, and they all laugh at those who come to make trouble. ”

It can be seen that Liu Yujiang has no sense of crisis at all, which makes Wang Zheng even more worried.

Everyone understands the truth that the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed in an anthill, but when the matter really fell on their heads, they were not sober.

"Lao Liu, this is not a naughty trivial matter! You come with me! ”

After speaking, Wang Zheng didn't sit down, and then asked Liu Yujiang to follow him out again, came to his car, and opened the trunk.

I saw that in the trunk, more than 30 bottles of ginger wine had already filled the trunk.

Looking at so much ginger wine, Liu Yujiang hurriedly picked up the bottles, looked at them one by one, and found that these ginger wines were indeed fake.

"So much?"

"Probably much more than that!"

Wang Zheng's brows at this moment had condensed into a pimple.