As police and reporters quickly arrived at the scene, the atmosphere inside the Friendship Store suddenly became tense.
The saleswoman Xiaofang, with messy hair and tears streaming down her face, tearfully accused Takeshita Mu of his bad behavior.
Her tragic experience touched the hearts of everyone present, arousing deep sympathy and anger.
Mo Zhexuan and Liu Yiru's heroic actions won the admiration and praise of everyone present, making them well-deserved heroes.
Afterwards, Mo Zhexuan took out 10,000 foreign exchange certificates in public and solemnly handed them to the medical staff, saying that he would heal Mr. Takeshita's injury at all costs.
At the same time, it emphasized that China and the island country had normalized diplomatic relations since 1972.
The relationship between the two peoples has opened a new chapter. I believe that the relationship between the two countries will get better and better in the future.
This incident was completely an accident...
As for our protagonist, Mr. Takeshitagi, he was filled with grief and anger.
He deeply regretted that his actions had hurt the sincere friendship between the Chinese and the island people, so he went to the hospital for treatment first.
There are also some really smart people among the reporters, and they all know that things may not be that simple.
But they all cooperated very well after receiving the instructions. After questioning all relevant personnel, they left and prepared to go back to advertise in the newspaper.
"Mo Sheng! That bastard got away with it. If I had known, I would have kicked his internal organs."
When Liu Yiru thought of the scene of Zhu Mu Songxia continuing to curse on the stretcher, he became so angry that he wished he could twist his neck off.
"Xiao Liu! A little impatience can ruin a great plan. Force is the last resort. Besides, you broke three of his ribs with your kick. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
Mo Zhexuan is not a good-tempered person. If there weren't so many people around, he might have slapped the boy hard a few times. It's really hard to say what he means.
"Brother Xuan! Shall we continue shopping now?" Li Peizhen now has a look of admiration on her face for Mo Zhexuan.
The courageous figure just now was deeply imprinted in her mind. She instantly turned into a little fan girl and secretly took several photos.
"Let's go buy some famous liquor and cigarettes first, then go to the third floor to take a good look, and finally we'll go back to the White Swan Hotel for lunch."
As the three of them walked towards the counter of famous liquors and cigarettes, Li Changfu, the general manager of the Friendship Store, followed them at a trot and became their guide.
"The most precious Moutai liquor in our store is the special sauce-flavored collector's edition made in the 1950s to commemorate the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.
There are only 8 bottles left in stock, each bottle is 500ml and has an alcohol content of 53 degrees.
These wines not only have extremely high collection value, but are also treasures of Chinese wine culture.”
This Moutai liquor produced in 1950 has become increasingly precious after thirty-four years of precipitation.
As a special wine in the country's political life, it was once the royal wine for entertaining foreign dignitaries and witnessed countless important historical moments.
In the auction market of later generations, a bottle of Moutai liquor of this year is worth hundreds of thousands of RMB, becoming a treasure that collectors are competing for.
Mo Zhexuan gently stroked the yellow silk cloth wrapped around the Moutai liquor. The delicate texture and silky touch all demonstrated its extraordinary quality.
He carefully removed the silk cloth, and a bottle of crystal clear Moutai liquor appeared before him.
The auspicious dragon pattern on the bottle is lifelike, noble and elegant, and every detail reveals the exquisite craftsmanship and extraordinary quality, making it worthy of the title of state banquet wine.
Mo Zhexuan gently unscrewed the bottle cap, and a faint aroma of wine wafted out, refreshing the heart.
Even though he didn't drink often, he couldn't help but be attracted by the tempting aroma and wanted to taste the nectar in the bottle.
"I want all eight bottles of wine."
"What?" Li Changfu was praising the wine with witty remarks.
When I heard this, I couldn't help but be stunned, but still reminded:
“This wine is priced at 500m gold.”
"No problem, pack them all for me." Mo Zhexuan didn't even blink.
Although the price is ridiculously high, for him who is not short of money, it is no exaggeration to say that it is a drop in the bucket.
And he just recognized it. This wine was the same one he drank at Huo Yingdong's family banquet last time.
This inhumane behavior left all the salespeople stunned. He was really too extravagant and too rich.
Some sales clerks who thought they were good-looking rushed to introduce products to Mo Zhexuan.
They all hope to take this opportunity to realize their dream of becoming a wealthy wife.
However, their thoughts were seen through by Li Peizhen, who was also a woman, so they naturally failed in the end.
There are five sales areas on the second floor, namely the precious Chinese medicinal materials area, the Chinese and foreign famous wines and cigarettes area, the precious seafood area, the precious wood area, and the precious potted plants area.
Mo Zhexuan and the other two visited these five areas in a cursory manner, and took stock of anything they came across that was worth collecting.
For example, agarwood, huanghuali, red sandalwood, etc., they are directly put into the shopping cart waiting for payment without asking the price.
Walking into the third floor, Mo Zhexuan stepped into the antique area.
I was immediately attracted by the dazzling array of gold and silver jewelry, ivory carvings, ceramics, enamelware, jewelry, jade, and calligraphy and painting works.
He looked around, overwhelmed by the sight, as if he was in an art palace full of historical heritage.
When his eyes fell on an enameled bowl, he was surprised.
This bowl is colorful and exquisitely crafted, as if telling an ancient and glorious history.
In Mo Zhexuan's previous life memory, he had seen this bowl at a Sotheby's auction.
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