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The little officials couldn't tell the value of the lighter and cigarette, so they asked, "How do you sell these things?"

Feng Jun hadn't had time to answer yet. Ding's second son said first, "Yes, it's a copper plate."

Said that he took out a copper plate and handed it to the other party.

The little clerk wouldn't agree, "While staying aside, how much should I charge, it's not your turn to speak."

Ding's second face was heavy, and he spoke spookyly, "I said, do you think you are better than Wang Er?"

There is no way. People here talk like this, very direct, and they threaten people to talk about no skills.

Of course, I know that Wang Er touched the nail last night. After all, he is the master who can support the lone wolf. It is said to be a magician.

But he is a tax and taxation house, not a house arrester. Hearing this, he was really helpless. "I said, the site is provided in the town. You pay taxes according to regulations, isn't it supposed to be?"

Ding's eyes were glared, and he spoke in a bad voice, "It's weird to talk about you, do we say we don't pay taxes?"

Feng Jun actually doesn't care about paying the tax, even if he can't sell it, but unfortunately, he doesn't have a copper plate in his pocket, so he can only let Ding's second-hand advance, so he can't intervene.

The little official was very wronged, "This thing you sell is definitely not cheap. A copper plate is really a little bit less."

He has heard that the transparent gadget not only looks exquisite and transparent, but also catches fire with one click, it is definitely not an ordinary product.

"Not a lot," Ding Er answered in a rough voice, "Can we not sell it, do you still manage to refund the money?"

Seeing this, Feng Jun couldn't help laughing, he was accustomed to Ding's honest look, but he didn't expect that this person had such a side.

When Ding heard the laughter and looked back at him, he explained aloud, "Holy doctor, it's not that we act tricky. There are too many people who don't pay taxes in this market. We can pay taxes and have given him a good face. "

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the two officials again and said proudly, "It's just a copper plate. There is no more, do you love it or not!"

The head man was flushed with anger, and even the copper plate was not accepted. He turned around and left, "You will regret it."

Ding's second child smiled disdainfully, and then whistled whispering at the other person's back.

Then he turned his head to look at Feng Jun and said with a smile, "Don't pay attention to him. In the past, we were more angry with this group of birds. This time, Wolf Master came forward. It's not difficult for them to panic. You are not difficult for him, and he will not be grateful to you. "

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

"I know this," Ding Lao Er nodded, and the doctor did not charge even the medicine. "But you are all good stuff here. Shuangxi Town is not necessarily affordable, why pay taxes?"

"Yeah," someone hummed not far away, "the tone is not small, what can't the Shuangxi people afford?"

Was talking about a 17-18-year-old stout young man, beside him, there was a young man in similar age in white. Behind the two, he was followed by five or six strong men. At first glance, he was an identified master.

The stout young man stepped forward and pointed the horsewhip in his hand, and the big lala asked, "What is your house selling?"

The second child, Ding, knew that the person was extraordinary, and immediately replied aloud, "It is tobacco rolled up in paper, and there is a fire."

"Tobacco," the teenager lost interest when he heard it, and he did not smoke. "How can I sell this flaming thing?"

Feng Jun picked up a lighter, demonstrated it twice, and then shouted the price, "one silver dollar."

"A piece of silver dollar?" The short boy shouted loudly, "Why don't you go grab it? The left and right are just firelights, how different can it be from firestone?"

In fact, the difference is really quite big, at least the degree of convenience is not the same, but Feng Jun also did not intend to explain, just responded lightly, "I did not force you to buy."

When the boy heard this, he suddenly glared, "What do you say ... force me to buy?"

This time, Feng Jun was too lazy to care about him.

But Ding Er coughed a little, "The **** doctor's things are not affordable for anyone. If the younger brother doesn't buy it, he still gives in, so as not to stop our business."

"Holy doctor?" The stout boy glanced thoughtfully at Feng Jun, then pondered, and then raised his hand, "Come here, buy this flaming thing ... you try it, if you make a mystery, you will smash this guy Stall. "

"Slow down," Feng Jun said aloud, "Since you talk like that, I won't sell you anymore!"

"Huh?" The stout boy looked at him sideways, with a look of surprise, "How dare you dare not sell it to me, do you know who I am?"

"One another," Feng Jun replied blankly, "Do you know who I am?"

His tone was unusually calm. The short boy had a heart attack. When he saw the strange costume of the other party, he stubbornly refrained. He just sneered, "Really don't sell it to me?"

Feng Jun's chin lifted and pointed at a big man not far behind, "This brother, can you give me a look at the pair of stone **** in your hand?"

This man was in his early forties, holding two stone **** with a diameter of seven or eight centimeters in his hand. He turned around "booming". He was watching Feng Jun bickering happily. Glancing at him, then turned and walked away, "Sick!"

Feng Jun shrugged his shoulders, too lazy to bother to pick a cigarette out of the cigarette case and light it.

The short boy felt like he was punching out. When he saw the other person smoking, he turned his eyes. "Smoking like this, it looks kind of interesting ... how can you sell this smoke?"

"Twenty cigarettes per pack," Feng Jun said unreasonably, "a silver dollar."

A man holding a cigarette pot next to him heard this, and he was startled. "A cigarette with fifty copper plates? You might as well grab it!"

In his view, the amount of this cigarette, that is, he is full of a pot of shredded tobacco, he smokes twenty pots of cigarettes every day, and one month is fifty or sixty copper plates-Nima, you one, Enough for me to smoke for a month.

Ding Er looked at him disdainfully, "Can your smoke be the same as ours?"

The man actually didn't understand the truth. Many people smoke, they are all tobacco leaves of their own family. There are wealthy tobacco leaves sold, and they won't sell much money. In many cases, they may even be given away, just like vegetables grown in the ground. same.

Tobacco is not an important industry in this plane.

The man heard the words and rolled his eyes, "If you say something different, it's different? Then I have to try one."

What do you say about this requirement? In fact, it is reasonable. You can taste melons and fruits, try your feet when you buy shoes, and even try the best perfumes in the world.

But it is just a cigarette at a taste, the cost is still higher.

But Feng Jun doesn't think so. What he thinks is that since there are no cigarettes in this plane, if you want to sell it, you must let others try it.

Anyway, he didn't plan to make money on this, so he lifted his chin, "Ding Er, give him a try."

The man took the cigarette, lit it on the lighter, and sprayed the clouds in public.

Saw someone next to him, and immediately asked for a test draw. When the results were short, there were thirty or forty cigarettes gathered here. Talking about the psychology of taking advantage, all planes are similar.

The young and stout boy was watching beside him, and he was surprised when he saw that the magician had dispensed two packs of cigarettes, and even opened the third pack. The three silver dollars were all gone?

He is actually not short of money. Just now I doubted the price of the lighter, and I did n’t want to be deceived. This kind of psychology is similar to that of Wang Haifeng in the earth world.

Seeing Feng Jun arbitrarily send cigarettes, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it good to smoke?"

Forty or fifty people who are spraying clouds and spitting fog, of course, can't say that it is not easy to smoke-how do you have to wait for the smoke to finish?

In fact, the smoke from the cigarette factory is definitely stronger than the cut tobacco made by the company.

After some people finished, they gave an objective evaluation, "It's okay, but fifty copper plates ... a little more expensive."

The stout boy was not stupid, at least he could hear it, this cigarette was stronger than the ordinary shredded tobacco, so he immediately made a decision, "Give me two lighters and two packs of cigarettes."

Although he does not smoke, UU reads www.uukanshu. com But there are smokers at home, and it's good to use it as a gift-anyway, I don't lose money.

As for whether it is worth fifty copper plates, this does not matter, it is enough to be stronger than ordinary tobacco, and good things should be sold expensive.

So in a flash, Feng Jun earned four silver dollars, which is not bad.

But then, more and more smoke guns rushed over the wind, and it did n’t take long. Four or five hundred people around the camp bed were spraying clouds and mist, which was spectacular.

Ding Er was originally envious of Feng Jun's opening. When he saw that more than twenty packs of cigarettes had been sent out, he was anxious, but this was more than twenty silver dollars. "I said, don't just try to smoke, think Okay, buy some. "

Hearing this, some people paid for it, but instead of buying it one by one, it was bought one by one, fifty each.

This situation makes Ding's second son a bit desperate. Feng Jun doesn't care. In his feeling, this should be the case in poor places. He can't count on luxury goods to make money.

Take this market as an example. Looking around, most of them are selling food and drink. This is the mainstream of the market.

Anyway, for Feng Jun, it is a success to get a few pieces of standard silver dollars to spend. As for the cost, it does not matter.

At this moment, a big man came over and wanted to smoke a cigarette.

Is no one else, just the man who just left. In his hand, the two stone **** are still turning "boom".

Feng Jun shook his head, and then pointed his hand, "You can not test for free, unless let me take a look at these two stone balls."

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

Feng Jun insisted, "If you show it, I will give smoke, and the goodwill should be mutual, isn't it?"