Reborn King of Marketing

Wine and beauty make people's faces red, and wealth and silk touch people's hearts.

When they heard that there were valuable silver coins on the ground, the crowd immediately became excited.

Everyone bent down to look for the silver coins on the ground. Someone noticed it and was about to reach out, but was snatched away by the hand next to him.

Naturally, this man was unwilling to accept that his wealth had been robbed, so he stretched out his hand to snatch it back, and the riot began.

Because it was a hillside, these silver coins rolled down a long way along the slope of the mountain road, and people could even pick them up dozens of meters away.

This caused a greater commotion, and an unknown number of people were involved in the team to snatch silver coins.

Originally, only two or three rolls of silver coins fell, but after they were scattered, it looked like a large area of ​​white flowers on the ground.

People are going crazy!

Countless people rushed toward the center of the three Zhang Xuebings, and immediately countless people were knocked down, and some were even trampled under the feet of others.

In this situation, if he was knocked down, his skin would be peeled off even if he died. Zhang Xuebing's scalp was fried. He pulled Xiao Chenchen up and yelled at the mangan.

"Run higher!"

Ma Gan turned around to grab the backpack, but a withered arm suddenly stretched out and grabbed the backpack first. Immediately, the owner of the arm nimbly got into the chaotic crowd.

"Let go!" Ma Gan yelled and chased after him.

Zhang Xuebing grabbed him by the collar and said, "My life is at stake!"

Although the contents of the bag are valuable, the latter is more important than the brother's life.

The three of them escaped the crowd snatching silver coins and jumped up the high steps of a shop. They were temporarily safe.

"That's mine, I'll kill you!"

When someone saw their silver coins being robbed, they immediately raised their fists.

"That's mine..."

Gradually, the silver coins on the ground were snatched away by people, but the crowd did not regain calm. Instead, fighting began in groups of three to five.

Although only a few people took action, more people were dragged in, and the scene became increasingly chaotic.

On the steps, Zhang Xuebing was holding Xiao Chenchen, who was still shivering. Beside him, Ma Gan was also wiping away cold sweat.

"As for what, if it's not just a few silver dollars, how much is it worth?" Xiao Chenchen, whose beauty turned pale, was puzzled.

Ma Gan next to him smiled bitterly, "If I had seen so many silver coins two months ago, I would have been like them!"

Zhang Xuebing sighed, "One hundred and ten silver dollars. For people like Mr. Xiao, at most it is just a dish on the table. But for many people, this is equivalent to half a month's salary. How can you not be excited?"

Xiaochenchenfeng's eyes widened, he reached out and pinched the flesh on Zhang Xuebing's arm, gritted his teeth and said.

"What did you call me?"

This woman's brain circuit is really unusual. Isn't it just a title? As for being so cruel? Zhang Xuebing almost cried out in pain and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Sister Xiao, no, Chenchen, let go, it hurts!"

Xiao Chenchen then spared him and said with infinite annoyance, "Call me Sister Chenchen. Huh, next time you talk nonsense again, I'll see if I can screw you to death!"

The man next to him had a flushed face and tried his best to move his eyes to the side. It felt uncomfortable to be like a light bulb.

Zhang Xuebing saw that no one was looking this way, so he joked in Xiao Chenchen's ear.

"Sister Chenchen, when you beg for mercy, hehe!"

Xiao Chenchen's pretty face suddenly turned red and she gave him a fierce look.

The battle for silver coins finally came to an end, and the exhausted people gradually dispersed.

As for those who had been beaten with bruises and swollen faces, they had no choice but to admit it. With so many people there, they had nowhere to look for their enemies.

Fortunately, those who were knocked down were not seriously injured and they all stood up and dispersed.

The crowd has restored order, leaving only a mess on the ground.

The most unlucky ones were those who set up stalls on the roadside. Many of their goods were trampled and damaged, and they could only accept their fate.

Xiao Chenchen, who was still frightened, pulled Zhang Xuebing and asked, "Are we still going?"

Zhang Xuebing threw a silver dollar in his hand, shrugged and said, "Since you are here, why not go?"

Ma Gan said with a grimace, "Brother Xiaobing, it's my fault that I didn't pay attention to the bag. Those things are gone!"

Zhang Xuebing patted his shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay, it's your share!"

When Ma Gan heard this, he seemed to let go of his worries, "Hey, that's good. If you lose mine, just throw it away. It will save you the pain in your heart!"

Originally Zhang Xuebing was joking for him, but he didn't expect this guy to be so open-minded.

"After all this trouble for you, how can I count your losses? In the situation just now, it's good that we are safe. If we lose our money and personal belongings, we will lose them. Besides, these things may not be recovered!"

Xiao Chenchen knew that a large bag of gold, silver and antiques was lost, and felt a little sorry for Zhang Xuebing, so she said softly.

"Let's call the police. I have some acquaintances in the provincial capital. Maybe we can find some of them!"

Zhang Xuebing said confidently, "It's okay, everything is fate. Maybe the thing will come back tomorrow!"

The two of them saw that he was so confident in what he said. Even though they didn't believe it, they couldn't say anything else.

The group of people followed the flow of people and walked to the antique shop owned by Zhao Xianming's relative.

It's said that the store is a bit too high-profile, but in fact it's just a simple tin house against the outer wall of the Wenwan Market.

There are more tin houses like this than there are woods on the mountain, row upon row, dividing the broad market into narrow paths.

The door, which is less than two meters high, is filled with all kinds of walnuts and bracelets. There is a sign for buying cultural toys on the door. The inside of the house looks even more small and cramped, and even if a few more people come in, they will not be able to turn around.

The boss is a short, fat man in his thirties. He is sitting on the mat at the gate, holding walnuts in his hands and closing his eyes to meditate.

Judging from the various accessories and odds and ends he wears, he is a cynical, slovenly, social man.

Zhang Xuebing pouted at Ma Gan, and Ma Gan stepped forward and patted the guy on the shoulder, asking in a deep voice.

"Is Zhou Wanguan here?"

This guy was so excited that he almost fell off the horse and shouted almost subconsciously without even opening his eyes.

"No, he hasn't been here for several days. Brother, you can take whatever you like..."

Ma Gan was stunned when he was told that, Zhang Xuebing chuckled and said, "Okay, don't pretend to forget it, we are not asking for debt!"

At this moment, Zhou Wanguan stood up, rubbed his eyes, and saw clearly the three people in front of him.

As expected, he didn't look like a debtor, so he breathed a sigh of relief, "What do you guys want to do with Boss Zhou?"

This guy was still acting. Zhang Xuebing almost laughed out loud. He threw the silver dollar in his hand and said, "Zhao Xianming asked me to do it!"

Zhou Wanguan caught the silver dollar neatly, blew it skillfully, put it to his ear and listened, with a smile on his face.

"Serious Datou, you are planning to take action. Since it was introduced by my cousin, there is no outsider. You can put the things here for me to sell on my behalf. Whatever you sell will be yours. How about it?"

Zhang Xuebing stretched out his hand as fast as lightning, took back the silver dollar, and chuckled.

"I'm afraid your creditor will take it away!"

Zhou Wanguan showed an awkward smile, "Cousin, please explain that you are here, you will not just sell a lot of money, right? Let's open the skylight and tell the truth about what's going on!"

Originally, he planned to give some of the things to Lao Zhao's relative for sale, but now that the things were gone and he felt that the goods were a bit unreliable, Zhang Xuebing changed his mind and decided to take a look first.

He casually browsed the items in Lao Zhou's store and said casually.

"To be honest, I just came here to hang out. I remembered that Lao Zhao has a relative here, so I came to take a look at this silver dollar. By coincidence, I picked it up on the mountain road!"

"Hey, you can still find silver coins on the mountain, no one else is so lucky!"

Zhou Wanguan's face was full of disbelief.

At this moment, a middle-aged man came over, holding a silver dollar in his hand and asked, "Boss, do you want to accept this..."