Rebooting the Peak Years of 1985

Chapter 246 Fake Lighter
"No, a man can't walk around without smoking."

I think this young man is still not on the right track. If he wants to make money, hehe, it’s difficult.

"Compared to Boss Mou, this young man is far behind."

Everyone echoed Mou Qizhong's teasing words.

It is human nature to hold high and step down.

The sound of lighters and matches also sounded in the carriage. Mou Qizhong took out a black lighter with a photo of a sexy bikini beauty on it.

He held it in his hand and twirled it slightly, which was a bit fancy and chic.

"Boss Mou, your lighter is not simple!"

"This - this is a bit immoral."

"Mao's immoral, this is a very popular lighter in Harbin. It is produced by Kunlun Group in Nanming City. The best lighter in the country at the moment costs a full thirty cents! And it's not easy to buy because there are not many of them. , someone at the border resold it to the other side, and the price doubled."

Mou Qizhong's showoff was immediately noticed by everyone. After all, the lighter in his hand was wider and larger than ordinary lighters, and the picture on it was even more eye-catching.

The social atmosphere these days is quite conservative. It's hard not to attract attention if you hold a lighter with a bikini image on it.

"Haha, it's normal. You can't buy this thing in China. Friends in Harbin may have seen it a little bit."

"What's this woman's name? She's a relatively famous star in the Bear Country. I bought this lighter in the Bear Country, so it's not considered immoral."

"The atmosphere there is more open, and this kind of bikini pattern is nothing."

Seeing that everyone was curious about the lighter in his hand, Mou Qizhong threw it to a young man with wide eyes and explained it at the same time.

As soon as he said this, everyone looked at Mou Qizhong with more admiration and praised him.

only--

A pack of Chinese and an iron-cased lighter appeared on the table in front of Chen Huajiang.

Suddenly, the noisy atmosphere around him suddenly became silent, including Mou Qizhong, whose expressions were frozen as he looked at the pack of cigarettes and the lighter.

"I smoke, but it's been a while since I smoked Asma."

"I used to dislike the taste of Zhonghua's cigarettes for being too weak, and Asma enjoyed it. But after getting used to smoking, I am not used to smoking heavy cigarettes like Asma."

Chen Huajiang smoked one, smiled at Mou Qizhong, picked up the lighter and lit it.

Then he casually put the bag of Chinese medicine on the edge of the table and said indifferently: "Whoever smokes it can take it. I'm not a stingy person."

As soon as these words were said, the bag of Zhonghua was quickly emptied by everyone.

At the same time, everyone's gazes and expressions looking at Chen Huajiang also changed.

"Boss Chen seems to be a big business person too!"

"A real person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured, and Boss Chen is not simple either."

"Definitely. How can you be a simple person if you carry China with you? But I'm afraid it's just for show."

Everyone was whispering and discussing, and some people began to praise Chen Huajiang.But some people still couldn't turn around for a while, wondering if Chen Huajiang was trying to make a fool of himself.

"Brother Chen, you have been fooled!"

Mou Qizhong's eyes suddenly lit up and he pointed at the metal lighter Chen Huajiang put on the table.

As soon as he said this, Chen Huajiang was a little confused, and the crowd around him also looked at Mou Qizhong and him.

"I know more about Kunlun lighters than you do. Because they sell well at Mao Xiong, I have been collecting them."

"They produce a total of six types of lighters, and there is no lighter made of metal like the one you have."

"Although yours looks more high-end and classy, ​​it's no surprise that it's a fake."

Mou Qizhong tapped the table with his index finger and said with certainty.

"This seems to be true. I'm from Harbin. There are a lot of Kunlun lighters on the market, but they don't have this kind of metal."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure not. Although I don't smoke, my family runs a canteen. Every batch of Kunlun lighters are sold at my home. It's true that they don't have this kind of metal."

"I didn't expect this little brother to be fooled. Although this lighter looks better, it is obviously a fake product."

Following Mou Qizhong's words, many people also thought about it and supported Mou Qizhong's words.

Everyone quickly understood and looked at Chen Huajiang with a bit of sarcasm.

Although the lighter looks good and is made of metal, a fake product is a fake product. If it is not a brand, it is not a brand. No matter how beautiful it looks, it is still fake.

And this is also in line with the mentality of many people, who feel that Chen Huajiang is just pretending to be fat.

"You are right, there is indeed no lighter like mine for sale on the market."

Chen Huajiang smiled slightly and nodded in agreement without any excuse.

"Hahaha, little brother, speak quickly. I thought you were going to deny it. I admire this mentality!"

"Come on, come on, let's play cards, don't talk about it, everyone, just play cards for two cents!"

Seeing Chen Huajiang say this, Mou Qizhong thought that the other party was admitting defeat, so he laughed and pretended to be heroic.

With what he said, everyone would naturally not continue to focus on Chen Huajiang's counterfeit lighters, but they already looked down upon him in their hearts.

Just like that, everyone started playing cards. The bottom of two cents didn't seem big at first, but it was still a lot.

What everyone is playing is a gun shooting game with two decks of cards, which will be the future four-person Landlord fight. The rules are similar. The bombs can be doubled, and the four kings can be doubled.

The only difference is that there is no such thing as one point, two points, or three points.

"Get the bottom." Chen Huajiang always grabs the landlord.

Once, twice, three times or four times, without considering other options.

"What's going on with this guy? How dare he grab the bottom with this bad card?"

"It's really killing me. I think this young man's mentality is unstable."

"100%, I'm sure he lost face just now and is trying to get it back in this way. Humph, such a person can't keep his composure and can't accomplish great things."

Regardless of whether the cards are good or bad, Chen Huajiang always grabs the bottom.

And after losing again and again, everyone naturally talked about it and looked at him with amusement.

And because Chen Huajiang got the upper hand on Mou Qizhong, the other two people would never dare to call the landlord if their cards were bad.This led to Chen Huajiang getting the landlord one after another, and Mou Qizhong not getting the landlord once, and his face gradually became gloomy.

Without him, Mou Qizhong felt that Chen Huajiang was deliberately going against him, not giving him face, and deliberately blocking him.

Especially in this one just now, Chen Huajiang didn't get a single blow, nor did he get a big or small king. He even got a two from the eight hole cards.

Normal people would never call "landlord" like this, but Chen Huajiang did it anyway.

It is inevitable not to make people think that he is targeting Mou Qizhong, that is, to prevent him from getting the landowner.

"The next stop is Harbin City, we have to get off the bus too."

"It's probably the last few cards. We've also won a lot of money. Let's play big, for [-] cents."

At this time, taking advantage of the opportunity to shuffle the cards, Mou Qizhong said gloomily.

He believed that only in this way could he make the other party fearful, obtain the landlord, and at the same time suppress the other party's arrogance.

(End of this chapter)