The house was also very small, only about 6 or 7 square meters, and there was not much space except for a single kang.
"What goods do you want to take?" Brother Quan asked while sitting on the kang without giving up his seat to Wan Feng and the others.
Wan Feng took out a pack of Dunhuang cigarettes, which were the most expensive cigarettes available on the market at that time, at 63 cents.
This was bought by Wan Feng and Zhang Xian in a store while they were strolling on the streets of Beijing a while ago.
Wan Feng tore open the tin foil wrapper of the cigarette, took out a cigarette and handed it respectfully to Brother Quan.
"Brother Quan, nice to meet you, have a cigarette!" After that, he threw the whole pack of cigarettes next to Brother Quan and lit it for him.
"Brother Quan, let's be frank. We are not from Bohai. We came from Hongya to sell electronic watches."
Brother Quan looked at Wan Feng in surprise: "You also sell electronic watches? Then why are you looking for me? Doesn't Hongya have an agent?"
"Hongya does have wholesalers, but the regular customer is such a jerk. He's charging twenty dollars for the goods now. We can't afford that price in Hongya, so I'm looking for a first-tier wholesaler. But time is limited, and I couldn't find one, so I found you. Could you please connect us?"
Wan Feng thought about it and decided that instead of beating around the bush, it would be better to open the window. This way, he would appear more open and honest. Of course, the dirty water would be thrown on Zhang San, otherwise he would have no reason to be accused.
Brother Quan had an unhappy expression on his face. He took a long drag on his cigarette before asking, "Are you looking for a first-tier wholesaler to pick up the goods?"
"No, this time we're just building a bridge. We'll come back next time to ask for it. Don't worry, if you can build a bridge for us, I can give you a hundred dollars as an introduction fee."
The reason why Wan Feng denied picking up the goods was that he was afraid that Brother Quan would set up a trap to trick them into taking the money he had on him, which would be disastrous.
This is all his current wealth.
If it had been more than twenty years since the world had become so corrupt, Wan Feng would definitely not have brought so much money with him on his first trip.
"I won't take your hundred dollars, nor will I help you. This is against the rules of the underworld. You'd better leave." Brother Quan said coldly.
Wan Feng could understand why Brother Quan refused. He might be worried that Wan Feng would give a false address to fool him and planned to bypass him as a second-level wholesaler and contact his superior directly.
"Brother Quan, please think about it again. I understand you might doubt our words. If you don't believe me, you can look at our letter of introduction. We are indeed from Hongya, not from Bohai City."
Wan Feng took out the certificate issued by the Yongshi Commune Police Station.
Brother Quan glanced at the certificate in Wan Feng's hand indifferently.
"Even if yours is genuine, I won't build this bridge for you. If I build the bridge for you this time, and all the retailers below are like you in the future, how will we secondhand dealers survive?"
Brother Quan’s worries are not unreasonable, but they are a bit exaggerated. Not everyone has the ideas, determination and strength that Wan Feng has.
People like Zhang San, who have neither much money nor connections and more importantly, not much strength, are simply not qualified to be the agent of a hot commodity in a certain region. Moreover, this guy cannot see the current situation clearly and does not even go out to the streets to find out who are the people selling to Wanfeng, yet he dares to raise prices at will. It would be unreasonable if such a person is not eliminated.
"Brother Quan, these are two different things. Our business in Hongya doesn't conflict with yours. If I contact a first-level wholesaler, I will become a second-hand dealer of Hongya, with the same status as you. We are busy maintaining it, so how can we let others follow suit?"
Unexpectedly, this sentence seemed to offend Brother Quan's taboo.
"The same status as mine? You two, two guys who haven't even grown all their hair yet, want to have the same status as me? You're just dreaming. Hurry up and leave. I won't build a bridge for you."
Wan Feng was a little confused. There was nothing wrong with what he said, so why was this guy so angry? Where the hell was he going?
It is indeed not a good thing that there are too many people in this world. All kinds of freaks are mixed in.
"Brother Quan, please listen to my explanation. I don't mean to look down on you at all. I just want to..."
"Are you going to leave or not? If you don't leave, I'll find someone to beat you up. Get out of here right now!" Brother Quan suddenly stood up with an imposing manner.
These city people are such fucking bastards, they turn against each other without any warning, what the hell!
Zhang Xian came from behind Wan Feng to his side, ready to protect Wan Feng at any time.
Wan Feng thought for a moment and smiled faintly: "In that case, we won't bother Brother Quan anymore. I'm sorry to have caused you trouble. Let's go."
After that, he slowly walked out of the door and out of Brother Quan's house.
"You want to find a first-tier wholesaler for everything, without even considering your own moral integrity!"
When I was about to leave, I heard Brother Quan's impolite farewell words from behind me.
"Brother, are you leaving just like that?" Zhang Xian asked gloomily after walking out of the door for more than ten steps.
Wan Feng rolled his eyes at Zhang Xian and said, "What else do you want? You're still relying on me? I don't even provide food for you."
"I really want to punch him to show him how powerful we are. Don't think you're the boss just because you look fierce."
"Brother Xian, you have to change your temper in the future. After all, we don't make a living by fighting, and this is not our Red Cliff. If something happens, we have no way out and no way in. We have to endure everything."
"But this guy is such a jerk. We didn't do anything wrong, but he turned against us so badly that he almost turned against us."
"Alas! City dwellers all have a sense of superiority. They look down on those of us who come from marginalized cities and the countryside. It just so happens that we are both from the city and from the countryside, so we are looked down upon even more by these city dwellers. This is a chain of contempt, a disease that needs to be treated!"
This disease will not be cured until decades later. After decades, when household registration becomes worthless, the gap between urban and rural areas will disappear without a trace.
The two men were muttering to each other as they walked. Not ten meters away from Brother Quan's house, they suddenly saw four or five people coming towards them in the alley in front of them.
Wan Feng's heart skipped a beat. Could it be aimed at them?
This is impossible. If Brother Quan wants to punish them, at least give him a reason. Just because of a few words? It can't be that serious!
Okay, even if it was for the money they had, how did his letter get out to summon them? In the 1980s, there were no mobile phones, and even the telephone was only available at work.
Did they use carrier pigeons to send messages?
Didn’t you see anyone releasing pigeons?
what to do?
run?
Where are you running to?
When he came, he saw that at the end of the alley was a building similar to a factory, which turned the alley into a dead end and there was no way out from that end.
Although he practiced martial arts, he couldn't climb walls or fly over rooftops, so don't even think about flying onto the roof with just a tiptoe.
Wan Feng pulled Zhang Xian to stand against the wall and could only watch and walk one step at a time.
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