Reborn King of Marketing

Hundreds of people were immediately silent, and you could hear a needle drop in the spacious hall.

After more than ten seconds, everyone was excited.

"God, is this Chinese Santa Claus?"

"Isn't the railway broken? Where did he get so much goods?"

Ivan looked at the high-spirited Zhang Xuebing with a livid face, his teeth were clenching, and the veins on his forehead were stretched, as he was about to play the string.

Just before he was about to become a single-stringed artist with both virtue and skill, a companion came over and whispered a few words.

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief and shouted loudly.

"Don't be fooled. Chinese people are very bad. They are all liars. I dare say he doesn't even have five kilograms of sugar!"

When the sound hit the ground, everyone immediately pointed at Zhang Xuebing and started to curse.

"Liar, go back!"

"A world of civilized people does not need barbaric and inferior people!"

"roll!"

Levikov frowned, pinched his gray beard and said, "Young man, if you don't come up with evidence, I'm afraid you won't be able to stay here tonight!"

Zhang Xuebing glanced at everyone in front of him coldly, and slowly took out a stack of documents from his pocket. This was the tax return form for customs clearance. There would be absolutely no fraud.

He took out one of the sheets and handed it to Levikov, smiling without saying a word.

Li Weikov hurriedly took it, becoming more and more excited as he looked at it. His fox-like eyes glanced at the remaining documents in Zhang Xuebing's hand. His face turned red with excitement and his hands started to tremble.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at everyone and announced loudly.

"This tax bill and bill of lading are genuine. I have accepted the bet. Please ask the other party to provide the corresponding bet!"

Levikov's prestige is well known to everyone. After hearing this, everyone suddenly burst into cheers, as if they had won a great victory.

Ivan's face became like a pool of stagnant water. It was as ugly as it was. Being slapped hard just now was nothing. The most important thing was where could he get bets of equal value?

In this area where supplies are extremely scarce, fifty tons of flour and white sugar are simply a sky-high price.

The confidence that he had just been filled with that he would win was gradually disappearing. Ivan even felt that continuing to compete would be torture for himself. He would continue to be embarrassed later, and his intention to give up became stronger and stronger.

Just when he was about to find an excuse to cancel the duel, Kliskey and several officers shouted loudly.

"Ivan, don't back down. You are the bravest and smartest warrior in the alliance. This yellow-skinned monkey is not even worthy of polishing your boots!"

"Ivan, we support you!"

"Let's all join in the bet! As long as we win, we will get a big bonus!"

Yes, I just couldn't collect the bets, it's not that I'm not sure of winning. Ivan's heart suddenly became enlightened and he proudly said to Liwykov.

"Sir, I don't have anything to sell at the moment, but my comrades and I can issue an IOU. As long as we lose, we will definitely compensate you for the original price!"

Ivan's words aroused applause from the supporters.

The spectators who did not mind the excitement encouraged the game to continue, especially those who had placed bets. They would rather lose than terminate the game.

This is the mentality of a gambler. The important thing is to enjoy the thrilling process.

Levikov is in a bit of a dilemma. Now he is the middleman responsible for collecting bets. If the other party loses and refuses to admit his account, he will be responsible.

Fifty tons of supplies were nothing in the past, but no one at this stall could take them out, except of course the Chinese in front of him, who still had at least hundreds of tons of supplies in his hands.

Levikov looked troubled and remained silent.

Zhang Xuebing suddenly smiled and said, "Although I don't believe he has IQ, I believe he will keep his promise for the sake of honor. I agree to the IOU!"

The biggest obstacle was solved, Liweikov accepted the IOU, but Boliswa looked at Zhang Xuebing angrily, her lips parted as if she was complaining about why he didn't take the opportunity to escape.

Zhang Xuebing insists on competing this time because he has calculated that there is a high probability that the opponent will not be able to solve the questions he poses, and the other party's questions may not be able to answer his questions, as he is a reborn person who has thirty years more experience and knowledge than others.

Another more important meaning is to spread the information that you have a large amount of supplies.

Isn't Natasha using delaying tactics? She doesn't believe that other businessmen don't need these scarce supplies.

The famous saying goes well, the bones that two dogs fight over are good meat, and the more intense the competition, the better for the seller!

To put it bluntly, even if the people of Vostok are monolithic and have no competition, and the news has spread, there is no fear that Natasha and her daughter will do some dirty tricks again, or even directly kill people and steal supplies!

It can be said that this duel was beneficial to Zhang Xuebing without any harm, and he could kill two birds with one stone.

Natasha in the crowd, her sharp eyes never left Zhang Xuebing from the beginning to the end, not even one of his expressions or movements.

The more she looked, the more surprised Natasha looked, and the more solemn she looked.

Several beams of lights hit the middle of the dance floor at the same time. Boliswa was illuminated like a holy goddess. The lights made her figure more exquisite and charming, causing countless men to swallow their saliva and want to devour her in one bite.

She looked around at everyone and said softly.

"Now the duel officially begins, please ask Mr. Zhang Xuebing to give the question!"

The noisy crowd immediately fell silent, and the sound of needle drop could be heard in the hall. Everyone looked at the Chinese man in the center of the dance floor.

Zhang Xuebing looked up and down at Ivan, who was as cold as a cobra across from him, and suddenly said loudly.

"There is a place in this hall that everyone else can sit on, but you can't. May I ask where it is?"

Ivan didn't understand Shitou's translation, so Boliswa repeated it again, and he was stunned for a moment.

After a while, this guy's expression was very exciting. Sometimes he frowned and thought hard, sometimes he looked up at the sky, and then he started scratching his ears and cheeks, like a giant monkey suffering from vitiligo.

Everyone onlookers also started talking about it.

"What is this place?"

"Yes, is there such a place in the hall?"

Boliswa also looked like she was thinking hard. After a while, she shook her head and looked at Zhang Xuebing with a wry smile.

At this time, Ivan really couldn't stand the torture and roared like an angry bear.

"Chinese, you are a liar and a scoundrel. This question cannot be solved at all!"

Ivan's words immediately resonated, and many of his comrades and viewers started to criticize him.

Zhang Xuebing smiled carelessly. Such a simple brain teaser, in later generations, a three-year-old child could guess the answer.

"The questions I asked naturally have answers, and they are reasonable. It's just that your IQ is too low to think of them!"

Ivan's partner said, "Chinese, tell me the answer and let us all judge!"

Zhang Xuebing deliberately pretended to be proud and irritating, "Of course I am sure, but only if Ivan has to admit defeat can I tell the correct answer!"

"Impossible, our screw warriors will never admit defeat!"

"Yes, we would rather shed our blood than admit defeat!"

Zhang Xuebing shrugged and looked at Boliswa and Levitsky, "Is this all it takes?"

Boliswa sighed and said in a low voice, "I will give Ivan another ten minutes. If he still can't answer, then he will be judged to have lost the first game!"

As she said this, she raised her wrist and realized that the watch was used for betting. She was a little embarrassed immediately. At that moment, Zhang Xuebing handed over the lady's watch that originally belonged to her.

"Even if I lose, this watch should return to its original owner!"

But Boliswa shook her head, "We agreed to exchange gifts, and the girl from the Screw Country is hard to follow even if she keeps her word!"

After saying that, he put it back on Zhang Xuebing, then held his arm and turned his head to look at the time. He looked very gentle and pleasant, and it seemed that the two of them were extremely close.

It immediately aroused the jealousy of countless people at the scene, and the ph level of the dance hall was about to explode.

Time passed by second by second, and large beads of sweat kept rolling down Ivan's forehead. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and roared.

"I give up on this question. The Chinese people should announce the answer quickly. If you dare to play tricks..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of slitting his throat, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"You'd better wipe your own neck!" Zhang Xuebing sneered and asked Boliswa, "Does he admit defeat?"

After receiving the confirmation, Zhang Xuebing said slowly.

"This place is obviously Ivan's thigh!"

After he finished speaking, he added, "In China, even kindergarten children can answer it!"

The hall was quiet for a few seconds, then burst into violent laughter.

"Hahaha, it's so simple, why didn't I think of it!"

"Yes, anyone can sit on it, but Ivan cannot sit on my lap, hahaha!"

"Chinese people are cunning, really cunning!"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, look at Ivan's face!"

At this moment, Ivan's face had turned livid, as if he had just emerged from a coal mine.

The veins on his forehead were puckered, the muscles on his cheeks were twisted, and his eyes seemed to be dripping with blood.

"Ivan, don't be discouraged. You just lost one round, and you still have a chance to equalize. Hurry up and think of a difficult problem. It's hard to kill this Chinese!"

Ivan took a few deep breaths, as if he wanted to blow out his lungs. After a while, his expression recovered a little, and he looked at Zhang Xuebing fiercely and said.

"Chinese, you are dead!"

After saying that, he quickly walked to the dining table, picked up an egg, and walked back with his head held high.

Zhang Xuebing thought this guy was going to hit him with an egg, so he subconsciously touched his pockets to find something to fight back.

Ivan pulled a square table, pulled everything on it to the ground, pointed at the eggs and said.

"Chinese, if you can keep it up without falling down, you will win!"

"Of course you can't use any tools, and you can't let the egg liquid leak out!" Ivan added hurriedly.

Zhang Xuebing burst out laughing. This is simply child's play. Mr. Columbus had already done it hundreds of years ago, okay? These Chinese people really think that we haven't read the book?

Without saying a word, Zhang Xuebing walked to the table and reached out to pick up the egg. Suddenly he was stunned and cursed in his heart, Damn, this is her mother's raw egg!