Coming to the temporary rostrum, Fang Chen looked around and couldn't help but take a light breath, although he had seen the big scene of four or five thousand people eating together last time, but there were more than 10,000 people sitting together in front of him, which was still extremely shocking.

At a glance, the black pressure is overwhelming, boundless, and the dining table is four or five hundred meters away.

And everyone's eyes widened, looking at Fang Chen, the legend in their minds, the scene was silent and silent.

Fang Chen smiled, and then said into the microphone: "Come to think of it, everyone should know me Fang Chen, then I won't introduce myself." ”

Suddenly, an earth-shattering laughter burst out, deafening, as if thunder exploded.

These of them are tall and short, fat and thin, and even deaf, blind, and lame in Russia, but they really don't say that there are people who don't know Mr. Fang.

Looking at the excited and excited expressions of the people around them, Li Jinshui and Liu Mazi's faces couldn't help but become even more ugly, Fang Chen's reputation among the fallen masters was too high.

Fang Chen pressed down with his hands several times, and then suppressed the laughter, "I invite everyone to eat this time, the first is to meet everyone, to say that everyone here, there are people from the north, people from the south, there are people from the rich land of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, there are people from the poor land of the mountains, it can be said that all of you have about 10,000 people include all the provinces and regions of the land of China." So here, in Russia, we all have a common name, that is, the Chinese people, we are all descendants of the dragon, the descendants of Yan and Huang, in Moscow, thousands of miles away from home, we are a family!"

As soon as Fang Chen's words fell, a burst of shocking applause rang out, the sound shook the heavens and the earth, and everyone was even more boiling, their expressions were agitated, and some even shed tears of excitement.

Yes, in the Soviets, in Russia, in Moscow, here they are a family, looking at the hot, rich meal in front of them, when suddenly a taste called home grows in the hearts of everyone, and the hardships and hardships suffered in this foreign land, thousands of miles away, seem to be alleviated in an instant.

Maybe it's just a small flame that can be extinguished at any time, but it does exist.

Ma Yun looked at the fanatical expressions of the people around him, and said to Wu Maocai with some dumbfounded: "When did the boss's words become so powerful, such a short sentence stimulated everyone's emotions and mobilized them. ”

Wu Maocai scratched the back of his head, "I don't know, but what books have Jiu Ye been reading recently, such as "The Rabble" and "Communication and Social Impact". ”

"Anyway, once a person is integrated into the group, his personality will be annihilated, and the group's mind will occupy an absolute dominant position. At the same time, group behavior can also show characteristics such as rejection of dissent, extremism, emotion and low IQ. Wu Maocai recited.

It's not that he has any talent to forget, it's just that Fang Chen has been repeating these words too many times when he was studying recently.

Ma Yun was stunned.

"Second, I would like to say some problems, the problem of fakes, which is a very bad thing. Fang Chen said slowly but firmly.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions couldn't help but change in unison, becoming a little embarrassed, unnatural, and even a little ashamed, that is, the kind of shame that has done something wrong and has been exposed.

These people present, except for the 2,000 or so little masters who carried bulk goods for Fang Chen, these people, more or less, whether passive or active, have sold some fakes.

"It's not a dog meddling with a mouse! You don't care if we sell fakes or not, those Russians are willing to buy them, what can we do, why don't you care about the Russians!" someone muttered quietly.

Many people also agreed, and all kinds of messy discussions and complaints were endless.

Li Jinshui and Liu Mazi's faces froze, and then they couldn't help but smile gloatingly like some other big masters who had shops in Astai Market.

Young, still too young.

When Fang Chen said this, didn't he push himself to the opposite side of all the fallen masters.

Don't say anything about self-dying, but Fang Chen's momentum in the past few days and the effect of the words just now have definitely disappeared, Fang Chen wants to be the same as now next time, being the leader of the martial arts alliance, and commanding the heroes is probably impossible.

No matter how powerful Fang Chen was, he couldn't say that he would arrest all these 10,000 people and force them to listen to him.

If it is not good, Fang Chen's image in the minds of everyone will completely collapse from now on, and he will even become a lackey of the Russians, a second devil.

Regarding the embarrassed and embarrassed faces in the audience, as well as the sound of mosquitoes chirping in the distance, Fang Chen smiled slightly, as if he hadn't seen it at all, and continued to smile and said: "I know, everyone has sold some fakes more or less, knowingly or unknowingly. ”

"Some people probably think that my Fangchen is meddling, and there are only so many fakes that we Huaxia people sell, and the real ones are sold by the Russians themselves. ”

"But we are the source of fakes, and we should admit that, according to the inferior production capacity of the Russians for light industrial goods, they cannot even produce fakes. ”

Everyone nodded, and they naturally admitted that not to mention the Chinese fakes on the street, even the Russian fakes written in Russian are also produced domestically, and these Russians entrust them, or personally go to the country to procure, those counterfeit and shoddy products.

This is also the reason why everyone reacted so much to Fang Chen's accusations against them, and the fakes were not all sold by them, not to mention what Fang Chen was talking about just now.

Is this something a family should do?

They have a feeling of being deceived, being fooled.

"I ask you to think about it now, who earned the money for the fakes, and in the long run, what do the Russians think of our Chinese goods?" Fang Chen said loudly.

As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at Li Jinshui, Liu Mazi, Zhang Li, and other big masters.

Although these little inverted masters will more or less bring some fake and shoddy products from China to sell, the biggest source is still these big inverted masters, and the money is even more earned by these big inverted masters.

They can earn a little more money by selling fakes than they do with the real thing, but not much.

Li Jinshui's forehead broke out in a cold sweat again, and he subconsciously wiped his forehead with paper, but he couldn't wipe it clean, and he felt that the situation seemed to be developing in a direction that was not in his favor.

"Yes, that's right, most of the money is actually earned by a big man like Li Jinshui. Fang Chen pointed at Li Jinshui and the others.

The faces of the big fallen masters turned pale in an instant, Li Jinshui and Liu Mazi looked at each other, their bowels are now repentant, and this time it has really become a Hongmen banquet.

They never expected that Fang Chen would call their names on the stage like this, and the fact that they were all made money was broken.

They shouldn't be here!

"For everyone, whether you sell real goods or fake goods, the difference in income is actually not big. Fang Chen said with a smile.

Everyone couldn't help but nodded slightly, indeed, in the eyes of Li Jinshui and these people, these little masters are just helping to sell goods, how much profit space can they leave for them?

The reason why they sell fakes is because Li Jinshui and these big masters ask them to sell, and fakes are easier to sell because of the low price, and the profits of fakes are indeed higher than the real ones, the current situation under the combined effect of these three aspects.

"But I ask you to think about it, if this goes on for a long time, what will the Russians who have been deceived all day long think of us Chinese people?

Without waiting for everyone to answer, Fang Chen was categorical and shouted undoubtedly: "They will spontaneously boycott Huaxia goods, and even one day, there will be a sign hanging at the door of the store, which reads, 'There are no Huaxia goods in this store', which will be a disaster for us Huaxia masters!"

In an instant, everyone was petrified, looking at Fang Chen motionlessly, their hearts set off stormy waves, violent storms, to be honest, they had never thought about the problem from this angle.

But I had to admit that what Fang Chen said was the truth.

They sell counterfeit and shoddy products to those Russians all day long, and those Russians are stupid and will continue to buy what they have?

In all fairness, if someone sells him fakes all day long, he will definitely not buy that person's goods again.

In a short period of time, it may not have much impact, but in a long time, what Fang Chen said will definitely happen!

"When the time comes, not only will we be shouted and beaten by everyone in Russia, but even the identity of the fallen masters on which we rely for survival will no longer exist, because no one will buy our goods! What can we do when the time comes? We will take over the hoe handed down from our ancestors, and in the face of the loess with our backs to the sky, we will earn three to five hundred yuan a year by digging and eating in one-third of our own acre-and-third of an acre?"

"You tell me, are you thinking about this kind of day?" Fang Chen suddenly roared with hoarse anger, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and his eyes were scarlet!

Everyone was silent in an instant, and even the sound of breathing and heartbeat stagnated, as if everything was silent, and they all seemed to be stupefied by the scene described by Fang Chen.

To put it mildly, none of them are from the city, and they don't have a stable job, if they can have a decent job, who is stupid will risk their lives to kill them, and they die in Moscow every year, and I don't know how many of them die in the Trans-Siberian Railway.

If they can't do it in the future, they will probably have to go home and farm in the future.

For those of them who have already seen the world of flowers outside, they are absolutely unwilling to go back to farming, although they are now more dangerous and hard, but they can still earn a thousand children and eight hundred yuan a month, and a month's income is worth two years of hard work.