Rural Shennong

In the Lingnan Giant Rich Forum, the wave of carnival celebrating Chen Ping's death gradually cooled down.

Some people also began to suspect whether Chen Ping was playing tricks, and they were also secretly observing the situation of Pingxin Restaurant's withdrawals.

Soon, Chen Ping reassured these people.

Many Pingxin restaurants have really exchanged out, even the legal person has been changed.

Fang Lili immediately reported the news to Yang Hanye.

"Heh, the jumping clown is vulnerable!" Yang Hanye stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his chest up, head held high, and hands behind his back, looking down at the endless traffic flow below his feet.

As long as Chen Ping is finished, their Yang family will be the king of the entire Lingnan.

Fang Lili asked: "Young Master Yang, how is the inquiry at Happy Farm going?"

Yang Hanye said indifferently: "I have already sent many people to buy those mud legs from Happy Farm."

"There is no need to worry about this matter. Chen Ping sold all his restaurants. Can't you explain the problem?"

"Chen Ping can't stand it anymore, this time I'm going to make a big move and let him die immediately!"

Yang Hanye's so-called big move is to cut prices.

However, the extent of his price reduction this time can be said to be unprecedented.

"Did I get it wrong? The official website of Lingnan Liquor said that the price of Lingnan Zhenjiu will be 70 yuan a bottle from now on?"

"I was also dizzy from fright, you are not alone upstairs."

"You are not alone."

"The surname Yang is rich and willful, and the surname Chen vomits blood to accompany him. Burn them, burn them to death!"

The liquor distributors and scalpers in the Jufu forum have become numb with despair, and they all started to entertain themselves.

Some people who don't give up are still cheering everyone up.

"This price is already a big sale. Whether it is the Yang family or Chen Ping, they have reached their limit, and it is impossible to lower the price."

"As long as we survive this wave, when the wealthy and powerful Yang family completely overthrows Chen Ping, the price of top-quality wine will rise."

"Brothers, the dawn is tomorrow, hold on!"

From 200 yuan, to [-], [-], they bought the bottom again and again, hoarding goods again and again, waiting for the price of top-quality wine to rebound to make a fortune.

Who would have thought that the price of this wine could drop to such a level, both Chen Ping and Yang Hanye went crazy.

Now the ex-factory price of the best wine has reached 70 yuan, even if someone encourages them, no one dares to buy it again.

On weekends, school holidays.

The midday sun made people drowsy. At No. 32 Shuiyunjian, Chen Ping nestled on a recliner, hugging Jiujiu who was sound asleep.

Sitting next to him, Liu Yixin was brewing Kung Fu tea, and said softly, "Ah Ping, do we still want to lower the price?"

Chen Ping shook his head and said, "If the price is further reduced, a fool can guess that the price of our top-quality sorghum is not that high, and it will be revealed."

He got up and carried Jiujiu into the house to sleep.

After going out to the practice field, Duan Peilong, Hua Biao and Shazhuqiang are practicing.

Some people say that 90.00% of success is sweat, plus one percent talent.

As it turns out, that one percent talent is what counts.

Hua Biao had been exposed to martial arts much earlier than Butcher Qiang. Duan Peilong was also an experienced martial arts hero before.

But now the two of them combined can only draw with Shazhuqiang.

Chen Ping clapped his hands: "Stop, come over for a break, I have something to say."

The three of them wiped the sweat off their brows, walked to the sidelines and took water bottles to drink.

Butcher drank half of the jar of water and poured the rest directly on his head: "Master, what are your orders?"

Chen Ping put his hands behind his back and said, "Qiangzi, do you know the scalpers who resell wine?"

Butcher Qiang is a street boy who hangs out in the lower city all the year round, and he has quite a few friends of all kinds.

He rolled his eyes: "I know a few second-hand dealers."

"Master, are you going to spread the word so that these people will stop reselling the best wine?"

"Actually, you don't have to. Even if you don't tell me now, no one will continue to resell the best wine. They have suppressed a lot of goods, and they will all lose money."

Chen Ping shook his head and said, "It's not that I won't let them resell alcohol."

"This gang of scalpers, don't second-rate dealers like to stir up trouble? Then I will help them, and I will be the biggest second-rate dealer."

"I think so..."

Chen Ping chattered for more than ten minutes.

After the three of them listened, even though they were sweating hotly, even standing under the scorching sun, they couldn't help but feel chills all over their bodies.

Chen Ping's methods were simply too ruthless.

"Do you understand everything?" The three looked at each other, nodded at the same time: "Understood!"

As the sun went down, it was time for dinner.

A Pingxin restaurant on Lishu Street in Xiacheng District ushered in the peak period of passenger flow.

In the private room on the second floor, the butcher was holding a treat, and four or five bad guys were punching and drinking wine.

Sha Zhuqiang wiped the fat from his mouth, stepped on the stool and said, "Brothers, I'm asking you to come here today, because I want to make money for you!"

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

"Qiangzi, what is the source of money?"

"Hurry up and tell me, the brothers who sell alcohol are going to pay for it to death."

Butcher Qiang smiled, pointed to the wine bottle of Tangpu Zhenniang on the table and said: "I said this way of making money is this top-quality wine."

"I can get cheaper stuff."

If Shazhuqiang said that a while ago, everyone would have been shocked.

But the continuous price cuts have made these scalpers' mentality collapse and numb.

They looked at each other, shaking their heads after a moment.

"Pull it down, no matter how cheap you can get wine, we dare not step into this muddy water."

"That's right, who knows if those two convulsive winery owners will continue to cut prices."

The butcher knocked on the table: "We are all old neighbors and old neighbors. We grew up playing with muddy mud together. Can I harm you?"

"I'm talking loose wine, not bottled wine!"

The man opened his mouth wide open: "Scatter... loose wine?"

He stood up abruptly: "Fuck, Qiangzi, don't joke with us!"

Butcher made a "shh" gesture, got up and opened the door of the private room, and looked out with his head.

Then he went back to the private room and locked the door, and said in a low voice, "Is it interesting for me to joke with you?"

"Brothers are actually clear that there is no way to lower the best wine now."

"Is there any objection to that?"

Everyone hesitated for a moment, then nodded in approval.

Butcher continued: "Lingnan Liquor is burning money to hit the market, and Tangpu Zhenniang is also burning money. Both of them are having a hard time."

"In order to reduce production costs, Lingnan Liquor can't pay wages."

"Those workers also have to earn money to support their families."

"I know a production workshop monitor of Lingnan Liquor Industry. He can get wine from the winery. He came to me in private and asked him to find a way to sell it out."

"But what he made didn't have the loose wine before filling."

"Otherwise the bottled wine they leave the factory does not match the sales, and he will be in big trouble."