Pan Dazhang was busy entertaining customers, introducing products, and selling goods.

Wu Mingxiao was also very interested in watching Pan Guangchun and others assemble bicycles.

Soon, Wen Xiaorong walked down with her child and Yang Shitou and Pan Guangchun's lunch.

"Dazhang, you take the teacher and classmates up for dinner, and we can just look after the store."

Pan Dazhang told her what goods he had just sold.

Twenty-eight rice cookers were sold, and there are still 42 in stock.

"Dazhang, this rice cooker is a good seller. These products may be sold out tomorrow. When will they be restocked?" Wen Xiaorong also asked worriedly.

"Three hundred and fifteen rice cookers were delivered this afternoon, so you don't have to worry about running out of goods."

Pan Dazhang invited everyone to go upstairs for dinner.

"Teacher Wu, can you have a drink?"

Authentic Maotai liquor in this era only cost ten yuan a bottle. After more than ten years, the price began to skyrocket, ranging from hundreds to thousands to tens of thousands.

What I drank was not wine at all, but the taste of money.

"I don't like to drink beer or red wine. Ordinary rice noodles and sweet wine are not satisfying. If there is good wine, it is okay to drink a glass."

Wu Mingxiao saw that Pan Dazhang opened a store and sold goods, and the money he earned was several times, even ten times, what they were earning dead wages.

He also intended to test him.

"Teacher Wu means that if there are good wines such as Moutai, Wuliangye and Fenjiu, he will drink two cups. If not, it doesn't matter if he drinks tea." Pan Shengfu added.

"Maotai? Yes, if you want to drink, just drink Maotai. Everyone can have two glasses. You go up to the third floor first, and I will buy a few bottles of Maotai and then come back."

Moutai is the national liquor, and its price is set by the state.

At this time, it only cost ten yuan a bottle, which is not expensive.

I lived in vain for decades in my previous life and never even drank Maotai. What a pity.

At this time, he thought that Moutai might not be available in ordinary department stores.

I don’t know if Uncle Zou Jun’s Chuangfu Food Company has this wine.

Just as he was about to go out for a ride, he was stopped by Wu Mingxiao.

"Dazhang, I guess it's hard to find Moutai if you look for it this way. Let me tell you about a place where famous wines and cigarettes are available at any time, and the prices are favorable."

"What kind of cigarette shop is this?"

"He doesn't have a store, but he has a sales outlet. Oh, by the way, that sales outlet doesn't belong to him, but to his relatives."

Wu Mingxiao explained: "Don't ask too detailed questions. Just know that there is a place like this that sells good wine and cigarettes. Don't pursue the rest. It's best not to provoke these people."

He whispered to Pan Dazhang: "It's directly opposite the gate of Yudu Winery, the one with a pair of small stone lions at the door."

Pan Dazhang thought to himself: Instead of opening a cigarette shop and selling well-mixed cigarettes, the only possibility is that a powerful person received too many gifts from others.

I couldn't digest it if I kept it at home, so I asked someone to help me sell it in exchange for money.

This phenomenon was particularly common after the 1990s.

Many cigarette shops are very prosperous, and they do this kind of business as porters of famous cigarettes and wines.

We take back the goods at a discount from people who sell famous cigarettes and wines, and sell high-quality imitations to customers who want to buy gifts and ask for help.

Whether it’s that bottle of wine or that cigarette, I don’t even know how many people have passed through it.

It turns out that this phenomenon started as early as the early 1980s.

He rode his bicycle to Yudu Winery.

Opposite the winery is a row of old houses with old buildings, green bricks and green tiles, and log pillars in the corridors.

Sure enough, I saw a store facing the street. There was a pair of stone lions at the door, which was particularly conspicuous.

A bald middle-aged man was holding a yellow-orange water pipe and smoking.

Pan Dazhang had seen the copper hookah owned by the old ferryman at Hetian Village Ferry. It might be worth 200 yuan in a few decades. It is possible.

But now the middle-aged bald man in front of him is holding a gold hookah.

Even according to the current price of gold, it is worth at least more than a hundred yuan, not to mention that this is a handicraft.

At this time, a middle-aged woman was sitting on the back seat of a young man's motorcycle and stopped in front of the bald man.

Holding a cardboard box in his hand.

The bald man hurriedly took the carton from her hand.

"One red plum, one Hongtashan, three bottles of Maotai, two bottles of Wuliangye." the middle-aged woman whispered.

"Understood." Baldhead took the carton in and put it on a container in the living room.

Then he took a wad of money and handed it to the woman.

I looked up and saw a young man standing at the door.

"Hang Sheng Zai, what can I do for you?"

The bald man didn't panic at all, even if a few people in police uniforms came in, he wouldn't panic.

He doesn't steal or rob, he doesn't break the law, and with the network of connections behind him, no one dares to do anything to him.

"I want to buy wine." The young man said.

"You can't afford the wine I have here. You can go to the department store opposite or the winery sales window to buy it."

Riding a bicycle, it seems that he is not a person who can drink famous wine.

"I buy three bottles of Maotai, how much does one bottle cost?" Pan Dazhang said directly pointing to the Maotai wine on the cabinet behind him.

"What? You want to buy three bottles of Maotai?" The bald uncle was confused.

I made a mistake this time.

It turns out that this kid is the child of a wealthy family.

"Moutai here is not expensive. It only costs 12 yuan a bottle."

No matter who he is, as long as he comes to buy goods, he is his friend.

"I didn't buy it as a gift, I bought it to drink."

The bald head was also surprised when he heard Pan Dazhang's words.

Will the economic conditions of those who bring cigarettes and alcohol to sell on a consignment basis be bad?

But they were reluctant to drink or smoke, so they sent him these good cigarettes and wine to cash in.

"For the sake of buying three bottles, I'll charge you ten yuan for each bottle, a total of thirty yuan. If you want it, I'll give it to you. If you don't want it, forget it." Baldhead said firmly.

Pan Dazhang originally wanted to bargain with him to eight yuan, but the bald man looked a little impatient.

So he said: "Ten yuan is ten yuan, I want these three bottles."

There are no fakes on the market these days.

He took out thirty yuan and handed it to him.

The bald man was quite surprised. He began to think that the young man was not really here to buy wine.

Then he felt unhappy and his face became gloomy.

Now I see that he really wants to buy it and has spent all the money.

The sun suddenly shone on my face.

"It turns out that the young boy really wants to buy it. Okay, I'll pack it for you."

He collected the money, packed three bottles of wine in paper bags, and handed them to Pan Dazhang.

"I still have some good cigarettes here, would you like to have one?"

"I don't smoke."

"You can come to me if you want a good smoke or drink from now on."

The bald man sent the young man to the door respectfully.

Pan Dazhang considered that there were several girls who might not drink liquor, so he bought another bottle of wine and several bottles of drinks in a department store.

Return to the hardware store.

Pan Yunqing and others also came over after watching the video.

Xiao Jianqing and Xie Yiting were missing.

"Maybe he saw Teacher Wu here and was afraid that Teacher Wu would criticize him, so he didn't dare to come in." Pan Yunqing told him.

"Then ignore him."

The dining table is filled with dishes.

Wen Xiaoqin is asking everyone to sit down.
To be continued...