Chapter 387 I am a creditor, not an idiot
Not only Pengcheng Red Bull drinks but also Fenghua brand clothing have become popular due to the 23rd Olympic Games.
It’s just that Fenghua brand clothing was already very popular, and this time it just added fuel to the fire.
Before the opening of the Olympic Games, all sales channels under the Pengcheng Seventh Factory hung T-shirts and sportswear printed with portraits of mainland sports stars.
At that time, many people in the clothing industry did not understand that these T-shirts and sportswear had a strong timeliness. If they could not be sold after the Olympics, wouldn’t they be left with nothing? Or would they be sold at a discount or even at a loss?
However, the success of Fenghua brand still attracted many speculators, and a group of followers flocked to it, and the streets were full of T-shirts with the five-ring logo.
However, they only print some clothes with the five rings, and rarely print clothes with portraits of people. One reason is that the pattern making is complicated and there is no time, and the other is that they are not sure who can get the brand.
You printed for Zhang San, thinking he could win a gold medal, but Zhang San performed poorly and the customers couldn’t even scold him enough. Who would you sell to?
But soon they were shocked. As the flower-growing athletes continued to win gold medals and other medals, people suddenly discovered that the Fenghua brand had been guessed correctly nine out of ten times.
Later, it was revealed by insiders that Fenghua brand had close ties with the Olympic delegation and obtained first-hand training information. After experts analyzed it using scientific methods, they drew up a winning probability table. That’s why Fenghua brand clothes are so targeted and nine out of ten times they hit the mark.
Well, this master is said to be very young.
......clothing
Old Song was wearing a Fenghua brand Olympic commemorative T-shirt with a gymnastics prince's portrait printed on it and a pair of fashionable sneakers. He pedaled his tricycle slowly into the school and headed for his English training class.
But when I arrived at the training class, I found that no one was attending class today, and only Teacher Ai was spinning around there.
"Hey, what's wrong, Teacher Ai? Why are there no students here today?"
"I was the one who asked them to go back. You are finally here, Master Song. Come with me."
Seeing Lao Song coming, Teacher Ai quickly pushed his bicycle and asked Lao Song to follow him.
Old Song turned the tricycle around leisurely and asked in a leisurely manner, "Where are you going in such a hurry? You should at least tell me!"
Teacher Ai whispered to Old Song, "I found two good things for my home. Go and help me pick them out."
"Good stuff? What good stuff?"
Old Song's eyes lit up and his big yellow teeth showed with joy.
But Teacher Ai was anxious and didn't notice what was wrong with Lao Song. He just urged him to hurry up.
"Let's go! I'll tell you on the way. I made an appointment with someone at 7 o'clock, but you're so late today.
I said that our training class has made a lot of money, so please find a way to get me a car! My legs are sore from riding a bicycle all day long. "
Old Song nodded repeatedly: "That's right, it's true that you shouldn't ride a bicycle, but it's hard to get a car in the mainland. The most I can do is get you a motorcycle."
"Okay, okay! A motorcycle is fine too, just buy me the best one, don't worry about the price."
"Of course! Mr. Ai is not short of money! Haha~"
Old Song followed Teacher Ai on his tricycle, looking at his back with a look of contempt.
When Old Song met Mr. Ai for the first time, the other party spoke to him in an "aristocratic" manner.
But no matter how well you behave, you can't lie with your mouth.
Old Song took Mr. Ai to eat the delicacies of Beijing, and his mouth was watering! He couldn't chew slowly, he had to eat fast to cover up the constant swallowing of his Adam's apple.
A true aristocrat, could he be greedy for a bite of food?
He always brags that he only wears custom-made clothes when he's overseas, and that his clothes cost tens of thousands of dollars. As a result, Lao Song got him a few pieces of Fenghua brand clothes, which he takes care of every day and doesn't even let a hair of his head touch them.
A true noble would care whether his clothes are dirty or not. He would not even wash them if they were dirty.
As for the look in Mr. Ai's eyes when he looked at the beautiful girl, it was as if he had never seen a woman in his eight lifetimes.
Would a true aristocrat be short of women?
[You are obviously a beggar, but you still want to pretend to be a prince. Can you pretend to be a prince? ]
However, no matter how much Old Song despises Mr. Ai, Mr. Ai is still very useful. Since he is valuable, he can be respected.
Today is the time to realize value.
Old Song followed Mr. Ai and took several turns until they were almost in the suburbs before they stopped at the gate of a yard.
As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Uncle Guan Er.
Uncle Guan Er saw Lao Song and laughed coldly, "Hey, man, are you determined to follow Mr. Ai to make a living?"
Old Song laughed and said, "People go to higher places and water flows to lower places. Mr. Ai can get me overseas to eat foreign food, so it's not shameful for me to follow him around."
"Oh, whether it's shameful or not is not for you to decide. You've sold out your ancestors, so you'll be struck by lightning!"
There is a reason why Uncle Guan Er was angry.
Because last month, Mr. Ai came back from overseas and found him, showing him keepsakes and letters, and wanting to take back a batch of things that he had left at Guan's house.
Uncle Guan Er disagreed and insisted on seeing the person who bore the token.
Mr. Ai got angry, and finally Uncle Guan Er discussed with Uncle Guan and let Mr. Ai take a look at the things first.
But don’t let him see all of them, just show him one.
After Mr. Ai took a look at it, he asked to find a buyer to check its authenticity, saying that he couldn't tell whether it was real or not.
If the goods are fake, of course you won’t be able to sell them at a good price.
The goods were sold to Aqiang, and it was Lao Song who helped to check it out.
Originally, Uncle Guan Er thought that Old Song was just here to help, but who would have thought that after helping, Old Song actually hooked up with the man named Ai.
After a few days, Mr. Ai no longer listened to the Guan brothers, and started to trouble them with one evil idea after another.
I have to report it today, expose it tomorrow, and contact the relevant departments the day after tomorrow to persuade the Guan brothers to donate the good things to the country!
The Guan brothers also thought about dealing with Mr. Ai, but Mr. Ai took a photo of his lighthouse passport and said that he had registered it with the embassy. "If you dare to touch me, just try and see."
So the two brothers of the Guan family thought about it and decided to give Mr. Ai two more things, but he had to take these two things back to the lighthouse in person to show the Lord Beile their authenticity.
"Hey, Guan Er, who do you think will be struck by lightning?"
"I didn't say anything about you, brother Ai. Why are you so angry?"
"Humph, I don't think you would dare."
Mr. Ai put on a snotty face and said impatiently, "Hurry up and take out the things so that I can take a look. You are so picky and I have to come here in person."
Uncle Guan Er glanced at Mr. Ai coldly, then looked at Old Song sharply before taking out the two things.
When Old Song saw them, he was stunned. The two items were a Tang Sancai and a copper incense burner.
Mr. Ai said to Old Song, "Master Song, please take a look and see if it is a good item."
"Oh, let me take a look."
Old Song shook his head, took the thing in his hand and began to look at it carefully.
While he was looking at the things, Uncle Guan Er said, "Master Song, you won't help Brother Ai and sell this thing for money, right?"
Old Song shook his head and said, "I am just an expert. Whether it is sold or not is not up to me, but Mr. Ai."
Mr. Ai said unhappily, "Didn't you write a letter to my father? I must take the things over. Why are you saying this now?"
“Hehehe~”
Uncle Guan Er didn't say anything else, but he kept sneering.
Old Song looked at it for a long time, nodded and said, "Good stuff, really good stuff, this thing has to be of national level to be put into a museum."
"Okay, then please put the things away, Brother Ai, and give me a receipt."
Teacher Ai casually wrote a receipt to Uncle Guan Er, loaded the things on the bicycle, and hurried away with Lao Song.
After Old Song and the other man left, Guan Cihui, the eldest master of the Guan family, came over from the back hall.
Guan Cihui asked, "What did the man surnamed Song say?"
Guan Ciying twisted her lips and said, "What can he say? For him to even take a look at such a nice thing must be a blessing from his past life."
But Guan Cihui said, "Who told you that they were good things? They are two fakes."
"What?"
Guan Ciying was stunned and said in disbelief: "Brother, you said those two pieces are fakes? How is that possible? I clearly saw them."
Guan Cihui smiled and said, "Second brother! I told you that you were a mediocre person, but you refused to accept it. I have buried these two things underground for 20 years. How about that? I have fooled you too, right?"
Guan Ciying was a little stunned: "Then why is that?"
Guan Cihui said coldly: "To see whether Lord Beile is really alive or just pretending to be alive."
“.”
"Brother, do you mean to force Lord Beile back?"
Guan Cihui nodded slowly: "We haven't seen anyone yet, but we have seen a few letters, what's the big deal?
You can't just let anyone come and take all the stuff away, right? We brothers have guarded these things for so many years, don't we have to give an explanation?"
Guan Ciying looked at her elder brother whose face gradually became gloomy, and finally asked: "What if Lord Beile doesn't come back?"
“Heh~”
Guan Cihui smiled.
"The world has changed for decades, so naturally the virtuous can take over. And even if you and I can hold on, do you think your Dasheng can continue to hold on?"
Thinking about her son's character, Guan Ciying was dejected and silent.
If Guan Dasheng knew that there were so many treasures hidden at home, he would probably sell them all out within two months. How could he be content to live in poverty and be a treasure keeper?
"Yes! Daqing is dead!"
. . . . . . .
Old Song was riding a tricycle and was so happy when he saw Mr. Ai riding very fast in front of him.
[What a pair of bastards! I planned and schemed to bring that beast back, but I never thought that in the end, you guys would do the job for me. If I had known this, why would I have put in so much effort? ]
When Old Song saw those two things, he was stunned.
Why?
Because those two items were the last batch of counterfeits he made to fool Colonel Nakamura. They were fakes made by him.
He was panicked at the time, thinking that the man named Guan had discovered his background and wanted to kill him in this yard.
But later, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Then, in a flash of inspiration, he guessed the intention of the Guan brothers.
The treasure that the Guan brothers are guarding belongs to the prince.
The prince has now sent someone back to get it. If you don't give it to him, that's one thing. But if you give him a fake one, that's another thing.
This is like a migrant worker going to ask for his salary, but he is not paid for several months. The most he can do is call 110 for help.
The smarter ones would contact the labor inspection department, while the more ruthless ones would stand on the top of the tower crane and scare the boss.
But what if you get your wages, and then find out after leaving the house that all the money you got is fake? What do you think will happen?
Originally I was the creditor, do you think I’m an idiot now?
Therefore, Old Song felt that as long as Prince Beile was able to move, he would most likely come back.
[If you, a beast, could come back, what the hell would I learn? You've caused me to lose a lot of hair. ]
(End of this chapter)
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