Chapter 72 Brother Is Not Short of Money

The clerks could not distinguish the value of lighters and cigarettes, so they asked aloud, "How to sell these things?"

Before Feng Jun could answer, Ding Laoer spoke first, "Okay, it's just a copper plate."

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

The clerk immediately refused and said, "Just stay here and charge as much as you want. It's not your turn to say anything."

Ding Laoer's face darkened and he spoke gloomily, "Let me tell you, do you think you are better than Wang Er?"

There is no way, the people here speak like this, very direct, and they don't use any skills to threaten people.

Of course the clerk knows that Wang Er hit a wall last night. After all, he is a master who can support a lone wolf. It is said that he is also a miracle doctor.

But he was from the finance and tax office, not a house hunter. Hearing this, he felt a little helpless, "I said, the town provided the land, and you pay taxes according to regulations, isn't it right?"

Ding Laoer's eyes widened and he spoke angrily, "You are really weird in what you say. Did we say we won't pay taxes?"

In fact, Feng Jun didn't mind paying some tax, even if he couldn't sell it, it didn't matter. But unfortunately, he didn't have a single copper in his pocket and could only ask Ding Laoer to pay in advance, so he couldn't intervene.

The clerk was very aggrieved, "What you are selling is definitely not cheap. A copper plate is really a little too little."

He has already heard that the transparent gadget not only looks exquisite and clear, but can also ignite when pressed. It is definitely not ordinary.

"It's quite a lot," Ding Laoer replied gruffly, "Is it possible that we can't sell it and you still want to refund the money?"

When Feng Jun saw this, he couldn't help laughing. He was used to Ding Laoer's honest appearance, and he really didn't expect that this person actually had such a side.

Ding Laoer heard the laughter and looked back at him before explaining aloud, "Miracle Doctor, it's not that we are tricky. There are many people in this market who don't pay taxes. I can pay taxes, which already gives him a lot of face. "

After he finished speaking, he looked at the two clerks again and said proudly, "It's just a copper plate. Do you want more?"

The leading clerk turned red with anger, turned around and left without even accepting the coin, "You will regret it."

Ding Laoer smiled disdainfully and whistled at the other person's back.

Then, he turned to look at Feng Jun and said with a smile, "Ignore him. We have been a lot angry with these birdmen in the past. This time, Lord Wolf has come forward. It is not difficult for them to help them, and they will be in panic..." If you don’t make things difficult for him, he won’t be grateful to you.”

Feng Jun smiled indifferently, "Actually, I don't value money very much."

"I know this," Ding Laoer nodded. The miracle doctor didn't even charge for the medicine. "But the things you have here are all good. Not many people in Shuangxi Town can afford them, so why pay taxes?"

"Hey," someone not far away snorted, "You're not too shy. What is it that people in Shuanggai can't afford?"

The person who spoke was a stocky boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. Next to him, there was a boy of similar age in white. Behind the two of them, there were five or six strong men, who looked like their masters.

The stocky young man stepped forward, pointed the riding crop in his hand, and asked loudly, "What are you selling?"

Ding Laoer knew that the person who came was an extraordinary person, so he immediately replied, "It's tobacco rolled in paper, and something to start the fire."

"Tobacco," the young man lost interest upon hearing this, and he didn't smoke. "How do you sell this fire starter?"

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

"A silver dollar?" the short and stocky boy shouted loudly, "Why don't you go and grab it? They are just fire starters, how different can they be from flint?"

In fact, the difference is quite big. At least the level of convenience is different. However, Feng Jun had no intention of explaining it and just replied lightly, "I didn't force you to buy it."

When the young man heard this, his eyes suddenly widened, "What did you say...forced me to buy it?"

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

Ding Laoer, on the other hand, coughed lightly and said, "Not just anyone can afford the things of a miracle doctor. If you don't want to buy it, please give in and don't block our business."

"Miracle doctor?" The short and stocky boy looked at Feng Jun thoughtfully, pondered for a moment, and then raised his hand, "Come here, buy one of these fire-making things... You guys try it, and if you are trying to be mysterious, I will kill this guy. stall."

"Wait a minute," Feng Jun said, "Since you say that, I won't sell you any more!"

"Huh?" The stocky boy looked sideways at him, with a look of surprise on his face, "How brave, how dare you not sell it to me, do you know who I am?"

"Both each other," Feng Jun replied expressionlessly, "Do you know who I am?"

His tone was unusually calm. The stocky boy was about to get angry, but when he saw the other party's strange attire, he held it back and just sneered, "Are you serious that you won't sell it to me?"

Feng Jun raised his chin and pointed at a big man not far behind, "Brother, can you let me take a look at the pair of stone balls in your hand?"

This man was about forty years old. He was holding two stone balls with a diameter of seven or eight centimeters in his hands and spinning them incessantly. He was happily watching Feng Jun bickering. When he saw that it had affected him, he angrily She glared at him, then turned and walked away, "I'm sick!"

Feng Jun shrugged his shoulders and didn't bother to pay attention. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it.

The stocky boy felt like he had punched the target empty. When he saw the other person smoking, he rolled his eyes and said, "Smoking like this seems interesting... How can I sell this cigarette?"

"Twenty cigarettes per pack," Feng Jun said indifferently, "one silver dollar."

A man holding a cigarette pot next to him was shocked when he heard this, "Fifty copper coins for a cigarette? You might as well go and grab it!"

In his opinion, the amount of this cigarette is equivalent to a pot full of cut tobacco. He smokes about twenty pots of cigarettes every day, which is equivalent to fifty or sixty copper coins in a month - Damn, this one of yours, Enough for me to smoke for a month.

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

In fact, men don’t understand the truth. Many people smoke because they grow tobacco leaves at home. If they have rich tobacco leaves, they won’t sell them for much money. In many cases, they may even give them away, just like the vegetables grown in the ground. Same.

Tobacco is not actually an important industry in this dimension.

Hearing this, the man rolled his eyes and said, "You said it's different if it's not the same? Then I have to taste one first."

How do you say this requirement? In fact, it is reasonable. You can taste fruits when you buy them, try on your feet when you buy shoes, and you can even try out top-quality perfumes even in the earth world.

But it tastes like a cigarette, so the cost is still a bit high.

But Feng Jun didn't think so. What he thought was that since there were no cigarettes in this dimension, if he wanted to sell them, he had to let others try them.

He didn't intend to make money from this anyway, so he raised his chin and said, "Brother Ding, give him one to taste."

The man took the cigarette, lit it on the lighter, and started puffing away in public.

Someone nearby saw this and immediately asked to try smoking. As a result, within a short time, there were thirty or forty pipes gathered here - when it comes to the mentality of taking advantage, it is the same in all planes.

The stocky boy had been watching from the side. He was quite surprised when he saw that the miracle doctor actually gave out two packs of cigarettes and even opened a third pack: Three silver dollars, just gone?

He is actually not short of money. He just questioned the price of the lighter because he didn't want to be deceived. This mentality is similar to that of King Haifeng of the Earth Realm - I am not afraid of spending money, but it would be embarrassing to be taken advantage of.

Seeing Feng Jun handing out cigarettes, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it good to smoke?"

Of course, the forty or fifty people who were puffing away the smoke couldn't say it was not good to smoke - we had to wait until they finished smoking, right?

In fact, the cigarettes coming out of the cigarette factory will definitely be stronger than the cut tobacco made at home.

After someone finished drawing, he gave an objective evaluation, "It's okay, but fifty copper coins... is a bit expensive."

The stocky boy was not stupid. At least he could tell that this cigarette was stronger than ordinary tobacco, so he immediately made a decision, "Bring me two lighters and two packs of cigarettes."

Although he doesn't smoke and UU reads www.uukanｗhu.net, there are smokers at home, so it would be a good gift to give him - I'm not short of money anyway.

As for whether it's worth fifty copper coins, that doesn't matter. It's enough that it's stronger than ordinary tobacco. Good things should be sold at a high price.

So in the blink of an eye, Feng Jun earned four silver dollars, which was not bad at all.

But then, more and more smokers heard the news and rushed over. Before long, there were four to five hundred people puffing smoke around the camp bed, which was really spectacular.

Ding Laoer was originally envious of Feng Jun's opening, but when he saw more than 20 packs of cigarettes being given away, he became anxious. This was more than 20 silver dollars, "I said, don't just try smoking, think OK, buy some."

After hearing this, some people also spent money to buy them, but instead of buying them in packages, they bought them one by one, fifty each.

This situation makes Ding Laoer a little desperate, but Feng Jun doesn't care. In his opinion, this is how poor places should be. You can't rely on luxury goods to make money. High-quality and cheap daily necessities are the main money-makers.

Take this market as an example. If you look around, most of them sell food and drink. This is the mainstream of the market.

Anyway, for Feng Jun, it is a success if he can get a few silver coins from his own plane to spend. As for the cost, it doesn't matter.

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

It was none other than the guy who left just now. In his hand, the two stone balls were still spinning.

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

The big man was dissatisfied, "This is what I'm used to. What do you think it does?"

Feng Jun insisted, "If you show me, I will give you the cigarette. Goodwill should be mutual, right?"