Chapter 72

The petty officials couldn't tell the value of lighters and cigarettes, so they asked aloud, "how can these things be sold?"

Before Feng Jun could answer, Ding Laoer said, "OK, it's a copper plate."

As he spoke, he took out a copper plate and handed it to the other side.

The petty official did not agree to this, "one side stays, how much should be collected, it's not up to you to speak."

Ding Laoer's face sank and he said darkly, "I said, do you think you are more powerful than Wang Er?"

I can't help it. People here talk like this. They are very direct. They don't even talk about skills when they threaten people.

Of course, the little official knew that Wang Er had a problem last night. After all, he was the master who could make the lone wolf support him. He was said to be a miracle doctor.

But he's a member of the finance and taxation department, not a house catcher. When he heard this, he was really a bit helpless. "I said, the town provides a site, and you pay taxes according to the regulations, shouldn't you?"

Ding Laoer's eyes glared and said in a vicious voice, "it's really strange that you talk. Did we say no tax?"

In fact, Feng Jun doesn't care about paying taxes, even if he can't sell them. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a copper plate in his pocket. He can only let Ding Laoer pay in advance, so he can't interrupt.

Small official is very aggrieved, "you sell this thing, absolutely not cheap, a copper, it is a little less."

He has heard that the transparent gadget is not only exquisite, but also can catch fire with one click. It is absolutely not ordinary.

"Quite a lot," dinglaoer replied gruffly, "is it because we can't sell it, and you still manage to refund it?"

Feng Jun couldn't help laughing. He was used to Ding Laoer's honest appearance. He didn't expect that he had such a side.

When Ding Laoer heard the laughter, he looked back at him, and then explained aloud, "doctor, it's not us who are tricky. There are so many people in the market who don't pay taxes. We can pay taxes, which has given him a lot of face."

After that, he took another look at the two petty officials and said haughtily, "it's just a copper plate. If it's too much, do you want it or not?"

The small official who led the group was so angry that his face turned red. He didn't even accept the coin. He turned around and left. "You'll regret it."

Ding Laoer disdained to smile, and toward each other's back, "zhier" to blow a whistle.

Then he turned to Feng Jun and said with a smile, "don't pay any attention to him. In the past, we were much more angry with these birds. This time, the wolf came forward. It's not hard for them. We'll be in a panic It's not hard for him, and he won't appreciate you. "

Feng Jun said with a smile, "in fact, I don't value money very much."

"I know that," Ding Laoer nodded, and the doctor didn't even charge for the medicine. "But you have good things here. No one in Shuangxi town can afford it. Why pay taxes?"

"Yo," someone snorted not far away, "the tone is not small. What can't Shuangxi people afford?"

The speaker was a 17-year-old stout boy. Beside him was a young man in white of similar age. Behind them were five or six strong men. At first sight, they were masters of status.

The stout boy came forward, pointed the whip in his hand and asked, "what do you sell at home?"

Ding Laoer knew that the identity of the bearer was extraordinary, and immediately replied, "it's tobacco rolled up with paper, as well as the things that ignite the fire."

"Tobacco," said the young man, not interested in it. He did not smoke. "How can we sell the kindling?"

Feng Jun picked up a lighter, demonstrated it twice, and then called out the price, "one silver dollar for each."

"A silver dollar?" "Why don't you grab it? How different can it be from flint? "

In fact, to say the difference is really big, at least the degree of convenience is not the same, but Feng Jun has no intention to explain, just a faint reply, "I didn't force you to buy."

When the boy heard this, his eyes suddenly glared, "what do you say Force me to buy it? "

This time, Feng Jun didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

But Ding Laoer coughed softly, "the things of the miracle doctor are not affordable to anyone. If you don't buy them, you'd better give way. Don't block our business."

"Miracle doctor?" The young man looked at Feng Jun thoughtfully, pondered for a moment, then raised his hand, "come on, buy a thing that ignites the fire Give it a try. If you make a mystery, you'll smash this guy's stall. "

"Wait a minute," Feng Jun said. "Since you talk like this, I won't sell you!"

"Why?" The short and strong boy looked at him with surprise on his face. "How dare you not sell it to me? Do you know who I am?"

"That's the same with each other," Feng Jun replied without expression. "Do you know who I am?"

His tone is very calm. The short and strong boy has a heart attack. Seeing the other party's strange clothes, he stifles them. He just sneers, "are you sure you don't want to sell them to me?"Feng Jun raised his chin and pointed at a big man not far behind, "brother, can you show me the stone balls you have?"

This man is in his early 40s. He holds two stone balls with a diameter of 78 cm in his hand and keeps turning. He is looking at Feng Jun's bickering happily. Seeing that it affects him, he stares at him angrily. Then he turns around and goes, "sick!"

Feng Jun shrugged his shoulders, but he didn't care. He took out a cigarette from his cigarette box and lit it.

However, the short and strong boy felt like he had punched the air. When he looked at the other party smoking, he turned his eyes. "Smoking like this looks interesting How do you sell the cigarettes? "

"Twenty cigarettes in a pack," Feng Jun said with or without reason, "a piece of silver."

A man with a tobacco pot beside him heard this and was startled. "Fifty coppers for a cigarette? Why don't you grab it! "

In his opinion, the amount of this cigarette is a pot full of cut tobacco. He smokes 20 or so pots of tobacco every day, which means 50 or 60 coppers in a month. NIMA, this one of you is enough for me to smoke for a month.

Ding Laoer looked at him with disdain. "Can your cigarette be the same as ours?"

In fact, the man did not understand a truth. Many people smoke tobacco from their own families. If they have rich tobacco to sell, they will not sell it for much money. Many times, they may even give it away, just like vegetables growing in the field.

Tobacco is not an important industry in this aspect.

When the man heard the words, he turned his eyes, "if you say it's different, it's different? I'll have to try one first

What is the requirement? In fact, it is reasonable to buy fruits and vegetables for taste, buy shoes and try feet, even if you buy top perfume in the earth world, you can also try it.

However, a taste is a cigarette, the cost is still higher.

But Feng Jun doesn't think so. He thinks that since there are no cigarettes in this position, if you want to sell them, you must let others try them out.

Anyway, he didn't plan to make money from it, so he raised his chin, "brother Ding, give him a taste."

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

When someone nearby saw this, they immediately asked to try it out. After a short time, there were thirty or forty cigarette guns gathered here. In terms of the psychology of taking advantage, every position is similar.

The short and strong boy was watching all the time. He was surprised to see that the miracle doctor had sent out two packs of cigarettes, and even opened the third pack. Three silver dollars were gone?

In fact, he is not short of money. Just now he doubted the price of lighters, and he didn't want to be cheated. This kind of psychology is similar to that of Wang Haifeng in the world - I'm not afraid to spend money, but it's a shame to be seen as a big wrongdoer.

Seeing Feng Jun's smoking, he couldn't help asking, "is it good to smoke?"

Of course, the 40 or 50 people who are puffing smoke can't say it's hard to smoke - how can we wait until we finish smoking?

As a matter of fact, the cigarettes produced by cigarette factories will certainly be better than the cut tobacco produced by their own factories.

After someone finished smoking, he gave an objective evaluation, "it's OK, but fifty coppers It's a little expensive. "

The stout boy was not stupid either. At least he could tell that the cigarette was stronger than ordinary cut tobacco, so he immediately clapped, "give me two lighters and two packs of cigarettes."

Although he doesn't smoke, there are smokers at home. It's good to use them as gifts - anyway, I don't need money.

As for whether it's worth 50 coppers or not, it doesn't matter. It's better than ordinary cut tobacco. Good things should be sold more expensive.

In the twinkling of an eye, Feng Jun earned four silver dollars, which was not bad.

But then, more and more smokers rushed to the camp. It didn't take long for four or five hundred people around the camp bed to puff out smoke.

Ding Laoer was envious of Feng Jun's opening. When he saw that more than 20 packages of cigarettes had been sent out, he was worried. This was more than 20 silver dollars. "I said, don't just try to smoke. I think it's good. Buy some."

After hearing this, some people paid for it, but they didn't buy it package by package, they bought it one by one, fifty for each.

This kind of situation makes Ding Laoer a little desperate, but Feng Jun doesn't care. In his opinion, this is what a poor place should be like. You can't expect luxury goods to make money, and cheap commodities are the big money maker.

For example, it's only for the mainstream market to buy and drink.

Anyway, for Feng Jun, if he can get a few pieces of standard silver to spend, it's a success. As for the cost, it doesn't matter.

Just then, a big man came over and asked for a cigarette to try.

It was no one else. It was the guy who left just now. In his hand, two stone balls were still turning.

Feng Jun shook his head, then pointed to his hand, "you can't try it for free, unless you let me have a look at those two stone balls."

The man was not satisfied. "I'm used to it. What do you think it is for?"Feng Jun insisted, "if you show me, I'll give you cigarettes. Kindness should be mutual, right?"

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