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When Hu Guohua put the three jars of Spirit Spring Wine in the hotel's warehouse and returned, he saw that everyone was fighting to buy Yang Fan Medicine Wine, so he laughed, "Don't you guys feel that one jar of wine for one thousand yuan is too expensive?"

Old Hu, you're not good enough as a friend. Such a good wine, yet you're taking it for yourself? With so many people here, hurry up and bring out the wine.

"That's right, Old Hu. Didn't you open a hotel to sell wine? We're paying now to buy the three jars of wine you just entered."

"How about I offer twice the price and sell all three jars of wine to me?"

"I'm sorry everyone, it's not that I'm stingy, it's just that this little brother's medicinal wine is of great use to me. I still need to keep it for myself to drink, I can't sell it!" Hu Guohua shrugged helplessly, looking like he was helpless to help.

At this time, Yang Fan, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth, "Boss Hu, can I borrow a tricycle? I'll stay nearby. Since everyone wants to buy my medicinal wine, I'll go and take some."

"Then why can't I borrow it? There's a tricycle in the kitchen. How about I send the driver to take it to my house with you, little brother?" Hu Guohua agreed very straightforwardly, not at all afraid that Yang Fan would be left with no way to repay the debt.

"No need, I'll pull it myself. Please wait a moment, I'll be right back." Yang Fan didn't really want to go back to the village to get a drink. The tricycle was just an excuse, and he couldn't let Hu Guohua send him a car, or else he would be exposed.

Yang Fan rode a tricycle at the back of the hotel, and not too far away, he turned into a small alley. While there was no one around, he took out 30 jars of medicinal wine and placed them on the tricycle before quickly turning around and returning.

Without waiting for the tricycle to stop, the crowd swarmed over, waving their bills as they were afraid that the wine would be taken away by someone else.

Everyone who had just tasted the Spirit Spring Wine was going to buy it. These people were all old customers of Hu Guohua, and most of them were foodie clans.

Foodie, there aren't many who aren't good at drinking. One taste of Yang Fan's medicinal wine and you know that you must buy it, if you don't buy it you will definitely regret it in the future. Those who aren't in a good mood will never understand, for a good drinker, a thousand dollars and a jar of wine that you've never tasted before, you don't even have to choose between the two.

When Hu Guohua finally pushed his way to the front, he realized that there were only a few jars left on the tricycle, "Little brother, little brother, I want all of this wine, but don't sell it to anyone else!"

Therefore, when Yang Fankong left the Old Hu Hotel, there was not a single jar left of the 30 bottles of medicinal wine. In his backpack, there were 300 more bright red bottles of Grandpa Mao.

It was already past 11 pm, and the bus was no longer available. Luckily, the village Yang Fan rented was not far from the Old Hu Hotel. Thus, Yang Fan decided to return on foot, treating it as training.

The weather wasn't that hot yet, but cool and refreshing beauties had already appeared on the street. Yang Fan was in a good mood, and was enjoying the scene.

The low-cut halter top exposed her breasts, the small hot pants exposed her buttocks, and the navel dress was even more seductive. Yang Fan really wanted to step forward and ask, "Beauty, aren't you cold?"

Women are really a strange animal. Dressed in such cool clothes, the subconscious would want to attract other people's attention, but if someone were to stare at them, they would put on a pervert's hat for you, and I don't know what they would actually think. Since you don't want to be seen, can't you wear more clothes?

Just as Yang Fan was discussing about the simple beauties in his heart, a motorcycle suddenly rushed over from behind him. Immediately after, Yang Fan felt like he was pulled by someone. With a bang, his shabby backpack was snapped in half, and the backpack on his back was snatched away by someone.

"Fuck, is it easy for this brother to earn some money? I just earned 30,000 yuan and I'm already being watched. The entire street is filled with rich people who don't try to snatch the money from me, yet I actually managed to snatch it from this brother, a pauper." Get the hell down here! "

Although the 30,000 yuan had already been transferred into the space within the jade pendant, the act of robbing from the bag was still intolerable!

Today, Yang Fan was no longer the rash youth who was cut into the hospital by a few hoodlums. His reaction speed was simply unimaginable. He quickly took two steps forward, bent over, picked up a broken brick, and threw it with a whoosh.

At this moment, the bandit's motorcycle was already almost 20 meters away from Yang Fan. However, it was still unable to dodge the whizzing brick. Accompanying the bandit's miserable shriek, the motorcycle crashed into the flower bed.

Yang Fan leisurely walked over, looked at the bag robber who was pressing down on the motorcycle, then looked at the bag that had fallen to the side. He fiercely kicked the bag robber twice: "Fuck, you ruined big bro's bag. Say, is it a private matter or a public matter?"

"Aiyo, aiyo, Big Brother, don't kick anymore. It's private, I'm private!" The thief cried out in pain, and Yang Fan's feet were just right in front of his face. He felt as if his leg was about to break, so how could he dare to make a ruckus with Yang Fan?

Hearing that the thief was going to take private, Yang Fan immediately rummaged through his pockets, and not long after, he took out five or six of Grandpa Mao's clothes, as well as several tens of dollars. He twisted them in his hands, and said with dissatisfaction, "Damn, you dare to come out and snatch a bag with just this little money, do you have any professional ethics?"

The thief wanted to cry but had no tears. What kind of work ethics are you telling me? I'm here to steal money, not to spend it. Why would I bring so much money with me?

How could he dare to anger this Brick? Ignoring the pain on his body, he begged with a mournful face: "Big Brother, it was all a misunderstanding just now, if it wasn't for the old and the young, this brother wouldn't be doing this sort of thing. As long as you don't call the police, I promise I will never do it again!"

"Mm, then my backpack …" As Yang Fan glanced at the thief, he took out his phone.

"Compensation, I will compensate you. Money and cell phone will all be lost to Big Bro. Have you seen enough?"

"Enough my ass! Do you know how much this backpack is worth?" A genuine top master in France would have to make limited edition by hand, which would cost around 18,000 yuan in friendship. Just this bit of money and this crappy phone, you want to send your brother away?

"Ah?" Eighteen thousand? No matter how he looked at it, he had bought the stock from a stall for over a dozen yuan. Besides, it's not like it's a broken phone. Even though the latest version of the big apple was stolen, the market price for each piece is still around five to six thousand! "

"Alright, you won't compensate me, right? I'll call the police now and let uncle administer justice!" After saying that, Yang Fan waved the phone in his hand, as if he was about to make a call.

"Don't, please don't hit me, big brother. I can't compensate you, but I don't have that much money on me. How about you come back with me and get it?" The bandit's eyes swiveled. It was obvious that he didn't have any good intentions.

Bang! Bang!

Yang Fan went up and kicked again, "You little b * stard actually dares to play tricks in front of me. When I was playing with this move, you were still wearing your underwear and playing with urine and mud!"

"Aiya, brother, stop kicking. I admit defeat, but I really don't have any money on me. How about I compensate you for this car?"

Yang Fan's body was no longer the same as it had been in the past. It seemed like an ordinary kick, but the thief who stole it cried out in pain. Knowing that he had met a tough opponent today, he no longer dared to be petty.

A rearview mirror had just been broken, so there was nothing wrong with the rest. He was just about to use the bike, and he didn't know where he had stolen the bike from, so he happily agreed. He helped the bike up onto it, and with just a few leaps, he set it on fire.

This motorcycle belongs to the crime scene, it can't be used as compensation, but the crime scene tools must be confiscated. As for the phone, it's worth 500 yuan, the remaining 17 thousand yuan should be repaid the next time we meet it, hurry up and go back to prepare the money.

Just a few days ago, Yang Fan was sent to the hospital by a hoodlum. He hated these scumbags to no end, but some thief had already run into the wall. If he didn't get a good lesson from them, he would never feel comfortable!