Interstellar wasteland: I have a pristine planet

Chapter 101 Foreigners have become interested in kitchen knives

Without adding any chemical elements, this element called Gan can make the metal bond to achieve this effect, which is a good thing that falls from the sky.

No, this can no longer be described as a pie.

The pie is only worth a few dollars, and it is a good thing that the gold pie falls from the sky, the premise is to protect your head.

A gold pie falling on the head will certainly have a greater effect than a pie falling on the head.

If Gan is put on the market, how much profit will it create?
At about four o'clock, Jiang Hongyuan called and told Baimang that the surveillance system in his house had been installed, and four probes had been installed inside and outside the courtyard.

Tomorrow is the market, and Bai Mang responded that Jiang Hongyuan would go to the town to pay him the bill at the market tomorrow.

That night, Bai Mang went home to stay for another night. If nothing happened tonight, after tomorrow night, the family affairs will be handed over to the surveillance.

He can also see everything at home in Yezhugou through his mobile phone.

At around twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Baimang used the eyes of the sky to inspect the whole village again. This was the third time he had used the eyes of the sky tonight.

The previous two visions were peaceful, but this time something was different.

A black car appeared in the eye of the sky.

The car stopped at the west end of the village, and the license plate was covered with something.

After the car came to a complete stop, four people got out of the car, all wearing black masks and sunglasses hats, looking like men in black traveling at night on TV.

These few people looked sneaky and sneaky, and they were not good people at first glance.

In the middle of the west side of Baimang's family village, these people came straight to his house.

Apparently it wasn't their first time.

One of them was still holding a medium-sized plastic bucket in his hand, and he didn't know what was in it.

It can't really be shit, can it?

After confirming that these people were heading in the direction of his home, Baimang sent out two shadows.

He kept five shadows by his side as bodyguards, and now he sent two.

The task of these two shadows is to blow cool wind on the back of the necks of these boys and make them stumble.

If these tricks don't work, pour cold water on their heads, scratch their nests, throw cigarette butts in their necks
Throwing cigarette butts in the dark seems not easy, the target is too conspicuous.

What Baimang asked the shadow to do was not very harmful, but the scaring effect was extremely strong. I used it in Yezhugou, and the effect was good.

A guy who was scratched and creaked suddenly laughed in the dark night.

His sudden laughter scared his companion enough.

"Then who! What's your nerve?"

"I was scratched and creaked, and I didn't want to laugh."

When he said this, the rest of the people noticed something was wrong.

"Oh! Why do I feel water dripping from the back of my neck?"

"I tripped over something under my feet and almost tripped over."

"Who's pulling my pants?"

At this time, the guy holding the small metal bucket softened his hand, and the bucket fell to the ground.

"Someone took the barrel from me."

"Obviously you didn't hold it steady, the barrel fell to the ground."

"I can't tell the difference between being insecure and being snatched away by a force."

"Did we run into something evil? A few days ago, those people who went to that ditch seemed to have encountered many strange things."

Someone suddenly said something.

"I think it's better for us to go back, this is not a good place." The guy turned around and walked back after speaking.

After a little hesitation, the rest of the people also dropped the things in their hands, ran back to the car, and then disappeared without a trace.

Bai Mang's goal was achieved, so naturally he didn't send shadows to harass them.

After thinking about it, they will not come again.

Bai Mang withdrew the eyes of the sky, and went out to the abandoned iron barrel.

Even when he walked to the iron bucket, he didn't smell a bit of bad smell, obviously it wasn't big dung.

It turned out to be a small bucket of red paint.

These guys are going to paint the Bai family.

This can be regarded as picking up a bucket of paint for nothing, and it is worth more than a dozen yuan.

Bai Mang took the paint home, checked whether the lid was tight, and put it into the mansion.

There should be nothing more tonight, sleep!
The next day was the market in Baitang Town again, and Baimang hesitated at home whether to sell knives.

I didn't plan to go, but when I thought about the new packaging of my kitchen knife, I had to let the folks in Baitang Town see it.

The packaging of our soil knives is also very high-grade.

Bai Mang packed fifty kitchen knives, and loaded the pieces of metal he glued yesterday on a tricycle to the market.

It is still the same place, and the people are still the same, but the knife is not the same as before.

When the knife is replaced with a beautiful package, others will not recognize it. The person who bought the knife repeatedly confirmed that it was still the original knife.

Their reason is very down-to-earth. The products that create a brand start to be adulterated. The most conspicuous sign is to make a beautiful package.

What's wrong with this?
"Uncle! The knife is definitely the original knife. It's genuine and has no adulteration. My knife has already started to be sold all over the country. Naturally, it needs to be packaged and sold as a piece of skin! You can buy it with confidence, and it will be replaced if it is fake."

Yesterday, Baimang's online shop received another order for three knives, and so far he has sold ten of his online shop's products.

Bai Mang believes that the online store will get better and better. In the future, when the online store is booming, he will hire two assistants, so that he can take care of himself as a boss.

By nine o'clock, Baimang had sold twenty knives.

The street gangsters collecting management fees didn't bother him this time, and they didn't even tear up their tickets when they passed by his stall.

This is also a bargain of five dollars.

After the fee-paying person passed by, a few well-dressed people came from the east, gesticulating while walking, and stopped in front of Baimang's stall for some reason.

"Baoding はいくらですか?"

Hold the grass!Bai Mang never expected to see foreigners in this remote township market.

Although the appearance of this foreigner is almost the same as that of a Chinese, he is from the East Island.

About ten or twenty years ago, some Dongdao people came to Tangcheng to run businesses. At that time, Dongdao people were often seen on the streets of Tangcheng.

But at that time, Baimang was still young, so I hadn't seen it before.

These East Island people basically left a few years ago, and those joint ventures or sole proprietorships also disappeared. There are basically no stories about them in recent years.

I didn't expect to see them at the market in this small town today.

"Seller of knives, how much is your kitchen knife?" The Dongdao native naturally had an interpreter by his side.

"forty!"

"Forty? So expensive?"

The interpreter turned around and chatted to the East Island native.

Bai Mang thought that the Dongdao people would leave immediately, but to his surprise, the other party squatted down, picked up a kitchen knife and looked carefully.

That look was obviously interested.

what's the situation?An East Islander taking an interest in a kitchen knife at a town fair?
(End of this chapter)