Reborn King of Marketing

Most of these passengers were exhausted. They didn't have soft sleeper tickets at all. Two of them even didn't even have tickets and wanted to get on the train first and then pay for their tickets.

They turned around helplessly, planning to try their luck elsewhere.

But one of them, a tall and thick man, shouted at the top of his voice, "I have a ticket for this train, why aren't you letting me get on?"

The flight attendant had a bad temper and didn't even bother to explain to him. He immediately closed the door and ignored the guy.

The man suddenly lost his temper. He took the huge backpack on his shoulders and held it in his hands like a battering ram, and pushed it hard against the car door that was about to close just now.

There was only a loud bang in my ears, the door was pushed open inward, and the conductor was so shocked that he almost sat on the ground.

There is no such thing as a good-tempered train conductor in this era. He usually doesn't talk in a good temper, but his temper immediately exploded when he was hit like this.

"If you dare to cause trouble, I'll kill you!" He screamed strangely, sat up from the ground, picked up a signal flag, and hit the man on the head.

The man seemed to have twice, tilted his head to avoid the signal flag, grabbed the conductor's arm with his backhand, and pulled him out of the door.

The conductor had never seen such a violent person, and he immediately became frightened and shouted for help.

"Help, I'm hitting someone!"

This voice immediately attracted many people, including other conductors, as well as security guards on the train and at the station.

This group of people immediately pushed the man to the ground like wolves and tigers.

The conductor just now had a look of joy on his face. He stepped forward and straddled the man, and slapped him with a few slaps.

At this moment, the conductor suddenly felt as if his hand was clamped by iron pliers, unable to move at all, and a huge pain spread from his wrist to his body, and he almost screamed in pain.

The conductor suddenly looked up and found that the person grabbing his wrist was actually the conductor's distinguished guest.

Several people nearby immediately shouted to take action, and the conductor hurriedly shouted, "No, it's all a misunderstanding, one of our own!"

Xiong Zhan let go of the conductor's wrist at the right time and said softly, "It's not easy to go out, so you have to be merciful and merciful!"

Although the conductor was not angry, he did not dare to offend the friend of his immediate boss. Besides, the most he could do was beat the man, but he couldn't go too far, so he slowly stood up and said, "Forget it, I'll treat it like a dog bite."

Take a bite!"

At this time, everyone dispersed, and the conductor returned to the car mumbling.

The man lay on the ground for a moment, dusted himself off and stood up. He first glanced at Xiong Zhan, who was interceding for him, grinned and without even saying hello, he picked up his backpack and walked towards the distance.

Go to the carriage.

Watching the man walk away, Gao Fei lit a cigarette from the side and said, "What a boring person, he didn't even say thank you!"

Xiong Zhan made his own decision this time. He turned to look at Zhang Xuebing and said with an awkward smile.

"Boss, I really can't hold it back, you won't blame me for being nosy!"

Zhang Xuebing knew that this guy had such a temper, so he immediately turned around and walked away, "Let's see if we can buy some souvenirs and mind our own business from now on!"

Xiong Zhan nodded, and Gao Fei followed Zhang Xuebing to look at the things set up at the stall.

At any station, no matter how big or small, there are always some locals selling local specialties on the platform. Although the prices are a bit high, there are also tourists buying them. Especially in front of the food stalls, there is an endless stream of customers.

Zhang Xuebing walked a few steps and stopped in front of a stall, looking down at the goods sold by the stall owner.

This stall is very simple. It just has a canvas spread on the ground and a basket with dark brown dried meat on it.

The stall owner is a lady in her thirties, wearing a turban on her head and a bloated cotton coat. She endures the wind and snow and warmly greets the customers who ask for price.

"The best beef jerky costs 18 yuan per pound. It is pure dried meat and will last for three months!"

Zhang Xuebing saw that the eldest lady was a decent person and pitied her for still doing business in the wind and snow, so he planned to buy a few kilograms as snacks.

"Old Xiong, is this dried meat okay? Get a few kilograms and put it in the car to eat!"

Xiong Zhan smiled and said, "This thing is definitely good for food and drink. Boss, buy ten pounds. You can eat it in the Screw Country!"

Zhang Xuebing had no objections and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Sister, weigh me ten pounds!"

Just when Xiong Zhan was touching his wallet, a voice suddenly sounded from beside him.

"This is horse meat. It's very sour. You'll lose a lot if you buy it!"

Zhang Xuebing followed the sound and saw that the person speaking was actually the man Xiong Zhan interceded with just now.

At this moment, he had put down his salute, holding an unfiltered cigarette in his mouth, and looked sideways at the lady selling dried meat.

When the elder sister who sold dried meat heard this, she immediately stood up with fury, pointed at the person who spoke and cursed.

"Who didn't fasten his belt and exposed you? I'm doing my business, what are you talking about?"

The man glared and said, "Business should be conducted in a proper manner. If you sell horse meat as beef, I can't stand it!"

In the northern pastoral areas, white plagues often occur in winter. Countless livestock freeze to death, and the meat of many horses is purchased and made into horse meat jerky.

Because the horses were frozen to death, the quality of the meat was very poor, and some of it contained infectious diseases.

The eldest sister's face turned red with anger, she jumped on her feet and cursed, "Fart, I, this is the best beef!"

At this time, Xiong Zhan didn't know who to believe anymore and was stunned for a moment.

The man snorted coldly and said, "It's easy to tell whether it's beef or horse meat. The easiest thing is to get some and taste it. Beef jerky is sweet and fragrant, while horse meat is very sour. It's hard to tell the difference!"

As the man said this, he stretched out his hand to grab the dried meat in the basket. The elder sister was not someone to be trifled with, so she immediately grabbed the weight next to her and hit the man's arm hard.

The man didn't expect that the other party would take action. He couldn't dodge and was hit hard.

The weight hit hard, and the man covered his arm and screamed, "You, why did you do it?"

After the eldest sister finished smashing the man, she quickly rolled up the canvas, carried it on her body, and walked away.

Now the man was completely angry. He stepped forward and grabbed the eldest sister's arm, "I hit someone and tried to run away, but there is no way out!"

Zhang Xuebing, who was standing next to him, shook his head as he looked at it. This man could be regarded as a warm-hearted and righteous man, but he was a bit short-sighted. He was doing business at the station. Didn't he have any background? He must have been retaliated against.

As soon as Zhang Xuebing's idea came to his mind, a man in a security uniform walked up in front of him, stepped forward and grabbed the man's collar.

The security guard shouted sternly, "You are tired of harassing women in broad daylight!"

This guy is also unlucky. He was almost beaten just now, and now he is regarded as a gangster again.

Before the security guard finished speaking, several more people wearing security uniforms came forward and surrounded the man.