"But you are wrong in one aspect. It is true that my father drinks often, but I have never seen him drunk." What made Wan Feng speechless was that the little thief actually seriously corrected the loopholes in his words.
"That's because drinking too little will make you drunk."
"I can drink a lot but not get drunk. I saw my father drink three bottles of baijiu in one breath, and nothing happened!"
Wan Feng blinked fifty or sixty times in a row, then grabbed the thief by the collar. "If you keep talking nonsense to me, I'll give you a slap in the face. You've made me forget my last name! You've tricked me!"
"Brother! Don't get excited. I'm telling the truth. My dad doesn't have any other abilities except drinking. Drinking two or three kilograms is no big deal. Sometimes people even ask him to accompany them for drinks."
Wan Feng couldn't help but loosen his grip on the man's collar: "Really?"
"What's there to pretend about? The most I've ever seen is my dad drinking five bottles of baijiu in one sitting, and his expression didn't change at all, and he didn't even sway as he walked."
Seeing the serious look on the thief's face, Wan Feng began to believe it.
Holy shit! Did I meet a hostess or a master? This isn't just a person, this is a wine barrel.
It is said that there are many experts among the people. Could it be that I have met a master of drinking?
This kind of person who can drink a lot is not a legend. Wan Feng had seen such a person in his previous life. There was such a guy in the Shangqiao Brigade of the Warrior Commune.
In his previous life, Wan Feng’s wife was from Shangqiao Brigade. The man nicknamed the Wine Fairy lived in the neighboring village of his father-in-law, and he never drank alcohol on weekdays.
The reason is simple: I can’t afford it.
The drunkard only drinks once a month. He drinks a five-jin plastic jug in one sitting, then goes to sleep. When he wakes up, nothing is wrong.
At that time, Wan Feng was shocked by her beauty.
I didn't expect to meet such a person in Changchun in this life.
"Don't leave today. Follow me and take me to see your father at noon."
"Do you provide meals?"
"What?" This idiot actually dared to bargain.
"I haven't eaten breakfast yet." The little thief muttered softly when he saw Wan Feng glaring at him.
"What's the point of living like this? Go lie down in the middle of the road."
"What do you mean?"
"Just let them die if a car passes by. It can also save some food."
What made Wan Feng speechless was that this guy actually lay down in the middle of the road. Wan Feng was so angry that he wanted to step on him to death.
He lay there for a while and then stood up, looking depressed: "There's no car here?"
This is a pedestrian street, so there are no cars here. If there are any, they are just bicycles.
Forget it, I'm in trouble.
Wan Feng led the young man into a nearby grocery store and bought some bread and a bottle of drink.
"Just make do with it for now and have lunch with us at noon."
The young man wolfed down the bread, which made Wan Feng frown. This didn't look like he hadn't eaten in the morning. How many days had he not eaten?
Wan Feng took him back to his stall.
This guy is obviously a person who can't sit still. After eating and drinking, he ran to the stall to sell flowers with full energy.
"Auntie! Do you see this flower? It's an eighteen-petaled orchid. You, old lady, look kind and benevolent, so you must be a Buddhist. Since you're here today, look at this pot. Do you know its name? It's called... Wanfo Chaozong!"
Wan Feng nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. Was this bastard here to mess things up or cause trouble? What the hell was Zuan Tian Lan? Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Emperor!
"How much? I'll ask our boss."
The guy turned around and asked Wan Feng, "Boss, how much is this Wanfo Chaozong tree?"
Wan Feng secretly gestured with three fingers.
"four thousand!"
Wan Feng spat out another mouthful of blood. This guy is too ruthless! He directly raised the price by a thousand.
"What! Too expensive? Auntie! It's a thousand Buddhas paying homage to the Buddha! If you take it home and place it in your house, the Buddha's light will shine upon you. If you practice vegetarianism and chant Buddhist scriptures, you will ascend to the Western Paradise and achieve Buddhahood in the future. How about I give you a 200 yuan discount for your sincerity?"
"I'll take it if it's 500 off."
The guy probably hesitated for ten seconds, then, looking like he was weeping profusely, said with deep sorrow, "Since you've always been so sincere about your devotion to the Buddha, I'm going to risk it today. I'm selling it to you, even at a loss. If you ever become a Buddha, don't forget me. Just send me an envoy."
It seems that this guy has read Journey to the West. In the end, Monk Sha and Zhu Bajie were both messengers. He wanted to stay there.
The buyer happily paid.
"Auntie, please go back and promote our stall. If you have relatives or friends who want to buy flowers, please pick them up from us. If the deal is successful, we will give you a commission."
"Okay! I'll definitely bring someone over for you. He's a good guy, and he speaks very well. But your clothes don't match."
Zhao Gang looked at Wan Feng and said, "Where did you get this guy? He's even more ridiculous than you."
"Brother Zhao! Go out and buy this kid some decent clothes and a pair of cotton-padded shoes."
Since this guy likes to fool people, he must have matching outfits. How can he fool people in dirty and tattered clothes?
When Zhao Gang went out to buy clothes for this guy, Wan Feng was dumbfounded that this guy had actually swindled him into several deals, and the prices were 10% or 20% higher.
Although this guy was talking nonsense, the people who bought the flowers didn't seem to know much about Clivia and were stunned by him.
It's a pity not to be a liar.
Wan Feng sighed
If this guy turned out to be a liar, how many people would he have deceived?
Zhao Gang bought a suit, a new down jacket, and a pair of cotton leather shoes.
"Little thief, come here and change into this set of clothes." Wan Feng called the little thief who was enjoying it over.
"For me? That's great, I have new clothes to wear." This guy was overjoyed like a child who was about to wear new clothes for the New Year.
"Brother! Can I keep this for the New Year?"
"It's Chinese New Year! Put it on now and sell flowers for me. If you sell well, not only will I get new clothes for Chinese New Year, I'll even buy you a bicycle."
"Okay!" The young man quickly put on his new clothes.
"Brother! How about it? Am I also considered a handsome man?"
This guy really doesn't consider himself an outsider. After learning so much kung fu, he starts to treat Wan Feng as a brother.
But this guy does look a bit handsome after tidying himself up.
"Now, what's your name?"
"Hey, brother, my name isn't very nice, so just bear with me. My full name is Chen Tianchui, and my nickname is Hammer."
This name is really a bit weird. It's okay to brag about your full name all the time, but what's the point of calling your nickname Hammer? If you go to Bashu, Sichuan people will laugh at you!
"Hey Hammer, work hard. Hanging out with me will give you endless surprises."
Wan Feng slapped the box of ginseng cigarettes on him into Chen Tianchui's hand.
"Brother! Don't worry, I promise I won't let you down.
This morning, due to the appearance of Chen Tianchui, the product was out of stock for the first time. The speed at which Yang Jianguo and his team purchased the product was obviously not as fast as the speed at which this guy was fooling people.
The first time, by ten o'clock, there was nothing to do with the three of them.
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