After seeing Peng Kaijun off, Wang Peng put the sixty yuan into his pocket.

Unexpectedly, this scalper who mingled outside customs became James Bond's first distributor in China.

Even though I only took ten boxes, I'm still a distributor.

Wang Peng went downstairs, and Dong Shishi was standing behind the counter serving customers. A bald man was buying cigarettes.

He held two packs of Red Star cigarettes in his hand, handed Dong Shishi a hundred yuan, and said with a smile, "Girl, are these cigarettes genuine?"

“It’s absolutely genuine. Our shop never sells counterfeit goods.” Dong Shishi gave him eighty yuan in change.

"Heh, every store says that." The bald man took off his sunglasses and stared at Dong Shishi's chest. "What if it's fake?"

Dong Shishi subconsciously pulled up her collar and said, "Our store offers a three-fold refund for any counterfeit product."

"Okay, little sister, I'll remember that." The bald man put on his sunglasses, glanced back at Wang Peng, whistled, and left the tobacco and liquor store.

Wang Peng watched his retreating figure and frowned slightly. That bastard was a pervert; he had been staring at Dong Shishi's chest the whole time.

"Sister Shishi, I'll whistle for you too." Wang Peng chuckled and whistled a few lines of the Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains.

"Hehe! You play it better than that other person." Dong Shishi gave a thumbs up.

"That jerk was staring at my chest with such a lecherous look, it almost made me sick. But Brother Peng knew I was upset, so he deliberately whistled to cheer me up. What a great boss." Dong Shishi felt a warmth in her heart and smiled slightly.

Suddenly, the bald man appeared at the shop entrance.

"Miss, the fifty yuan you gave me is counterfeit." Bang! The bald man slammed the fifty yuan bill on the counter.

Dong Shishi was startled and quickly reached out to take the fifty yuan.

"Sister Shishi, don't move." Wang Peng walked to the counter, glanced at the green banknotes, and smiled. "Brother, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I wasn't looking just now," the bald man said, sticking out his neck. "What? Are you the owner here?"

"I'm the boss, my name is Wang Peng. May I ask your name, brother?" Wang Peng extended his right hand to invite him to shake hands.

"Boss Wang, go ask around, who on this street doesn't know me, Huang Hao?" Bang! The bald man slammed his fist on the table again.

His voice was so loud that Dong Shishi turned pale with fright, and the neighbors from the shop next door came running when they heard the commotion.

"Brother Huang, my clerk gave you eighty yuan in change. You didn't notice it in the store, but you noticed it outside, right?" Wang Peng asked.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant,” Huang Hao said.

"Look up at this," Wang Peng said, pointing to a sign on the shelf that read: "Payment must be verified in person; no further responsibility will be taken after you leave the store."

“Mr. Huang, you should be a businessman too, you should understand this principle,” Wang Peng said. “You take the money, go out and look around, and then come back saying I gave you a price. Isn’t that unfair?”

"Fair? What do you mean?" Huang Hao stepped up to face Wang Peng, staring into Wang Peng's eyes. "Boss Wang, are you trying to say that I deliberately tried to extort money from you?"

Upon smelling the bad breath, Wang Peng took a step back and chuckled, "Boss Huang, you said that yourself, I didn't."

"Bullshit, go ask around, I, Huang Hao, am not that kind of person." Huang Hao pointed his finger at Wang Peng's nose, "You have to return this fifty yuan to me today, no exceptions."

"Don't point your finger at me, that's impolite." Wang Peng grabbed his wrist, forcefully pulled his hand away, and smiled, "Let's talk this out, there's no point in resorting to violence."

"You're not going to refund this money? Fine!" Huang Hao laughed, turned around, pulled up a chair, and sat down by the door. "If you don't give me fifty yuan back, you can forget about doing business with me today."

Wang Peng laughed angrily; this guy was a scoundrel.

Old Wu, who works at the barbershop next door, quickly pulled Wang Peng upstairs and whispered, "Xiao Peng, this guy's a hoodlum. He's got connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles. It's best not to mess with him."

"Brother Wu, what do you mean?" Wang Peng scratched his head.

"Xiao Peng, just admit you've been cheated out of money," Wu Tian said with a wry smile. "He also swindled fifty yuan from me once. There's nothing we can do; we can't win against him."

Wang Peng shook his head. Fifty yuan wasn't much, but it was a bitter pill to swallow. Huang Hao's arrogance stemmed largely from the weakness of people like Wu Tian, ​​which fueled their arrogance.

“I won’t tolerate his bad temper.” Wang Peng walked upstairs, picked up the phone on the table, and called Feng Dali directly.

After the call connected and Feng Dali heard what had happened, he sneered, "You wait, I'll send someone to handle it."

"Boss Huang, I've already called the police," Wang Peng said, hanging up the phone. "You can still leave now."

"Go away? Who are you trying to scare by calling the police?" Huang Hao crossed his legs. "Everyone come and see, this shop gave me fifty yuan in counterfeit money and is going to call the police to arrest me."

A group of onlookers stood outside the shop; they were all merchants on the street, most of whom had been extorted by Huang Hao and his gang, so no one spoke up for Huang Hao.

But no one spoke up for Wang Peng; nobody wanted to offend the thugs.

"Fine, since you're slandering my reputation like this, I'll play along to the end." Wang Peng also pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Alright, let's play then, and see who can beat whom?" Huang Hao chuckled, casually lighting a cigarette, but a sense of unease lingered in his mind. "Others just accept their bad luck, why does this kid dare to go against me to the end? Does he have connections?"

After a long while, a police car arrived, and four police officers got out.

"We are from Xueyuan Road Police Station. Who reported the incident?" Officer Wu Lei, the head officer, asked as he entered the store.

“Officer, I bought two packs of Red Star cigarettes from his shop and gave him 100 yuan.” Huang Hao pointed at Dong Shishi and sneered, “She gave me 50 yuan in counterfeit money in change, and now she’s denying it.”

"I didn't give him counterfeit money." Dong Shishi said urgently, her face flushed. "I carefully check every bill in the drawer. I can guarantee they're not counterfeit."

Wang Peng walked up to Wu Lei and smiled, "I'm Wang Peng, the owner here. Let me tell you what happened."

"Go ahead and tell me." Wu Lei looked Wang Peng up and down, smiled slightly, and wondered to himself, "What is this kid's skill that makes Old Feng value him so much?"

“My employee just told Mr. Huang what happened, but the details are that Mr. Huang didn’t discover the counterfeit money on the spot. Instead, he stood outside the store for a while before coming back in and saying it was counterfeit,” Wang Peng said.

Wu Lei turned to Huang Hao and asked, "Is that right?"

"No! I realized it right away; they were just trying to rip me off for fifty yuan," Huang Hao shouted.

Upon hearing this, Wang Peng and Dong Shishi were both stunned.

"Good heavens, you're blatantly lying, aren't you?" Wang Peng laughed angrily. There were no security cameras in the store, and no fourth person was present. This was really a difficult situation to handle.

Wang Peng: "Officer, I guarantee with my integrity that he discovered the counterfeit money after leaving the store?"

Huang Hao: "Comrade, I also guarantee with my personal integrity that I discovered the counterfeit money on the spot."