The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 498
Wen Twelve smiled and nodded slightly. He sat in the shop all morning, looking out the window lazily.

A few hours passed, and some people did come over during the period, but they were all scared away by the horrible price.

Cigarettes cost 1000 yuan!

And it's still sold by the root!
Kitchen knife 5 yuan!What's the matter with cutting iron like mud, this is no longer a kitchen knife, this is gold!

Everyone thought Wen Twelve was crazy, but he didn't care at all.

……

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at the same time.

At the Tianan City Rice Ball Post Bar and the Cheonan Normal University Post Bar, the discussion was like a tsunami, and there was a huge wave.

A post titled "A wonderful store—!", a wonderful store, and a wonderful store name, attracted the attention of many people in Tianan City's rice dumpling post bar.

Post content: Have you ever smoked?I think everyone has basically smoked it, even if they haven’t smoked it, they have seen it, but have you ever seen a price of 1000 yuan?It's really based on the basics!It's not smoke, it's gold!It's still a one-off!

And below, countless people followed.

"This is a black shop!"

"Go back to SB upstairs: Which black store have you seen that blatantly marked such a price?"

"Go back to Erhuo upstairs: the store is open, but the owner's heart is dark!"

"Has anyone bought it?"

"Buy a fart, one will cost a thousand, you buy it?"

In the post bar of Tianan Normal University, everyone is discussing it.

In the Meituan post bar, there was even a violent tsunami of controversy. A post titled "I have seen many strange shops, but the mysterious shop is the most strange!" The post became popular.

Content: Have you seen expensive cigarettes?Most people have seen it, but have you seen a cigarette that sells for 1000 yuan?I don’t think everyone has seen it. Everyone is a regular customer of Mituan. May I ask who has seen a supermarket where the price is so expensive and you have to pick it up in person?
"Made, is this boss crazy about money?"

"Go back upstairs, you must be crazy!"

"I'm going to sue him!"

"Go back upstairs: why do you sue?"

"Go back to the idiot upstairs: Why don't you report this price?"

"Why do I think this is a marketing tactic?"

The controversy was getting louder and louder. Some suspected that it was hype, some suspected that Wen Twelve was deceiving customers, and some even called the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to inform the Industrial and Commercial Bureau of the information related to the mysterious supermarket in the form of a report.

Soon the people from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau responded: Immediately go to investigate, if it is true, deal with it severely!

Some customers of Mituan were happy.

Zeng Yurou also looked at the most popular posts in the Mituan Post Bar, and the smile on her face became more and more intense. The face of the young boss appeared in her mind, and she threw the phone aside angrily.

"See how you end up here."

Immediately, he sighed again.

"Isn't that going too far?"

Then he shook his head again.

"It's not too much. After all, it was Zhou Yu who beat Huang Gai. One was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer. I didn't force him to enter the rice ball. He agreed."

After I figured it out.

She took a nap peacefully.

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On the chair at the checkout counter of the mysterious businessman, Wen Twelve was playing a mobile game. At this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly strode in from the street. He stood at the door of the fantasy supermarket and glanced at the young man. boss.

"what do you need?"

Wen Twelve raised his head slightly, looked at the middle-aged man in a suit, and sized him up carefully.

The middle-aged man is about 45 to 1.7 years old, with thinning hair and a height of about [-] meters [-]. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His expression is not angry and pretentious, just like a leader.

"Let me consider."

The middle-aged man laughed happily, then raised his head and stared at the sky-high price of cigarettes in the store - well, an unbranded cigarette.

He is an old smoker.

But no matter how old a smoker is, he has never seen such a sky-high price of cigarettes, let alone cigarettes sold for 1000 yuan a piece.

"Aren't you afraid that the Industrial and Commercial Bureau will trouble you?"

Thinking of the phone call just now, the middle-aged man looked up at the young owner of the mysterious shop, frowned and asked. Originally, he didn't intend to intervene in this matter, but because he happened to be not far from here, he came over to deal with it first.

If the young owner of this supermarket is really just hype, according to his personality, he will definitely let the supermarket close within 10 minutes, and then revoke the business license!

He took a look at the situation in the supermarket, and the middle-aged man frowned even more. He discovered... This mysterious store doesn't have a business license at all!Illegal shop ah! !
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked at the young boss, and put another label on him in his heart.

"You get what you pay for."

We pouted together.

"Sister-in-law Tong is innocent, why should they bother me?"

"You are too tender."

The middle-aged man shook his head and looked at him meaningfully.

"You have to know that the most expensive cigarettes on the market can only sell for 100 yuan. Now it is a market economy. How can you do business like this? Let alone 500 yuan for a pack of cigarettes. You still sell them one by one. You If you sell like this, you will suffer!"

"fine."

Wen Twelve waved his hand and immediately looked at him with an indifferent attitude.

"I said, do you want to buy it or not? It will be dark if you talk about the truth!"

"Give me one."

The middle-aged man pondered for a while, took out his wallet from his pocket, and said to Wen Twelve. From the face of the young boss, he could tell that he was not lying, and he was also a little curious in his heart, why would a cigarette cost so much? one thousand?What mystery is hidden in it!
"You have to buy it with the lighter."

Wen Twelve pointed to the lighters on the shelf and said.

"Need not."

The middle-aged man smiled and took out a lighter,

"I prepared it myself."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Watching him take out 1000 yuan and put it on the table, Wen Twelve took out a cigarette from the box and handed it to him.

remind?

The middle-aged man chuckled, wouldn't I be able to light it without your lighter?
As he spoke, he lit the lighter.

Click, click...

As the lighter flame rose up, the indifferent look on the middle-aged man's face suddenly became stunned. Looking at the cigarette in the middle of the flame, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

"I said, you have to buy it as a set."

Laughing together, we took an ordinary lighter from the shelf and put it on the table of the cash register.

"The ingredients of this cigarette are different from those outside."

"Your cigarettes are homemade?"

With a cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.

"Did you know that homemade cigarettes cannot be distributed in the market?"

"Check it out yourself."

Picking up the cigarette box, Li Hui pointed at the barcode on it, looking serious.

"This is certified!"

"The ingredients should be the same as those on the market."

(End of this chapter)