Chapter 360 Contact "No, no, no, it's not forty yuan a catty, it's forty yuan a box."
"Oh, it's pretty much the same, it's cheap."
Xia Wenjie nodded.
While the two of them were talking, an old lady in her sixties came over, looked at the oranges in the box, and asked, "Young man, how much is your box of oranges?"
Xia Wenjie didn't think about it, and blurted out: "Forty." ” "Forty" the old lady looked surprised and asked, "Is it ten pounds?"
Xia Wenjie didn't know if it was ten catties, he casually lifted a box of oranges, feeling that it weighed almost ten catties, nodded to the old lady and smiled: "It's ten catties, we don't have a bad scale here." ” "You're a mess in the orange, aren't you?"
"I said old lady, how can you talk nonsense, we are honest" Without waiting for Xia Wenjie to answer, Zhou Qinghua couldn't help but shout loudly.
"Then I'll see."
The old lady pulled her cuffs and turned a box of oranges upside down, just like Zhou Qinghua said, none of the oranges in the box were bad.
The old lady nodded with satisfaction, took out fifty yuan, handed it to Xia Wenjie, and said, "Young man, I'll buy a box." ” Xia Wenjie nodded, handed over the money to Zhou Qinghua, and motioned him to find money, while he himself took out a box of new oranges, put them in front of the old lady, and asked, "Auntie, can you move it if you buy so much?"
The old lady waved her hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ” It's a strange thing to sell things, if you want to say that you don't sell it, there is no one who comes to buy it, and if you want to say that it is sold, a large group of people come to buy it.
The old lady helped Xia Wenjie and Zhou Qinghua to open the store, she didn't take the oranges away, there were three or four people around to ask the price, after hearing the price, no one left, all paid to buy oranges, this is just the beginning, only a while, the orange stall has been surrounded by dense people, the least is to buy a box, most people are to buy two or three boxes.
The business here is too good, Xia Wenjie shook his head secretly in his heart while helping to carry oranges, he didn't come to sell oranges, his target was the two terrorists diagonally opposite, and now there were so many customers in front of the orange stall, which completely blocked his line of sight.
It's not a way to go on like this, when Xia Wenjie was secretly pondering, someone outside the crowd shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way" As the crowd parted, three young people in their twenties and less than thirty came out of it, and the three of them stood still in front of the orange stall, looked Xia Wenjie and Zhou Qinghua up and down, and asked, "These oranges are yours."
Zhou Qinghua nodded and responded: "Yes, what's wrong?"
"How much do you sell for a box?"
"Forty" "Ten pounds in a box" "Right" "" The young man who spoke looked at the two companions, and said scoldingly: "Damn, we only get forty yuan a box of goods, and you are now selling out for forty yuan a box, what do you mean, sincerely squeeze us, right?"
Zhou Qinghua's face sank, tilted his head to look at the three young people opposite, and said: "You do your business, we do our business, everyone does not interfere with river water, who the squeezes whom?"
"Forty dollars a box is the wholesale price, don't you know?"
Wholesale price Zhou Qinghua turned his head to look at Xia Wenjie, and found that the latter was also looking at him intently, he blinked, and then said to the three young people: "What's the wholesale price, Lao Tzu is willing to sell the wholesale price, can you control it?"
"Fuck boy, you don't want us to sell, okay, don't fucking sell either" "Why do you still want to fight?"
Zhou Qinghua and the three young men quarreled-for-tat, and through the microphone on Xia Wenjie's body, Xia Feng and the other four agents in the command car also heard it.
Xia Feng asked nervously, "What's going on, who's in a mess?"
Xia Wenjie stepped back, then stood up on the collar of Lijun's coat, lowered his head and whispered, "It's me here."
It's okay, it's just a little dispute with a small vendor nearby, and it can be resolved. ” "Hurry up, the team is about to arrive at the market, and there can be no chaos now."
Xia Feng said in an urgent tone.
"Understood."
Xia Wenjie raised his head, walked to Zhou Qinghua's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said to the angry young man opposite: "Brother, it's us who is wrong, don't be angry, how much do you sell, let's sell it at the same price as you."
The eyes of the three young men fell on Xia Wenjie in unison, sneered, and said, "It's about the same, we sell sixty yuan a box, you can do it yourself."
"Okay, we'll sell sixty too."
Xia Wenjie smiled: "That's it."
"No, you still have to compensate for our losses" Seeing that Xia Wenjie took the initiative to soften, the three young men thought that they had encountered a soft persimmon, and of course they refused to give up.
Hearing that the other party was going to take the opportunity to rip off the bamboo, Zhou Qinghua's eyebrows were erected, and he took a step forward, without waiting for him to speak, Xia Wenjie pulled down his shirt, suggesting that he should shut up quickly, and he asked the three young people: "How do you plan to let us pay compensation?"
"You deliberately robbed the business and took away many of our customers, so let's pay five hundred first."
Zhou Qinghua's eyes widened with anger, Xia Wenjie didn't give him a chance to speak, nodded to the young man, and said, "Okay, give them five hundred yuan." ” "Summer" "Give the money."
Xia Wenjie's expression was very soft when he spoke, but his eyes were shining, Zhou Qinghua was startled, he didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly took out a five-hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to the three young men opposite.
I didn't expect them to really give money, and it was so easy to give, the three young people were a little surprised, looked at each other, looked at each other and smiled, one of them took the banknote, put it in his pocket and said: "Well, you can do things, but this is only part of the compensation, we will go back now to calculate the loss, if it is not enough, I will come back to you" "I said you haven't."
"It's what we did wrong, we admit it, how much you lose, we just pay for it."
Xia Wenjie interrupted Zhou Qinghua's indignation and nodded with a smile at the three young men.
The smiles of the three young men deepened, and with a smug look on their faces, they turned and walked away.
The original box of oranges for 40 yuan has now risen to 60 yuan, and the customers who gathered in front of the orange stall just now have been swept away.
Zhou Qinghua took out all the money for the goods, and whispered while counting: "Director Xia, they are too bullying."
It's because you're too into the play "Don't forget what we're here for, and don't call me Director Xia again."
Xia Wenjie didn't look at him, his eyes swept over the crowd in front of the stall, and when his eyes saw the melon and fruit stall diagonally opposite, he just met his eyes with a Xinjiang man who was looking at him.
This is a completely unexpected situation, if Xia Wenjie suddenly dodged his gaze at this time, it would definitely arouse the suspicion of the other party, he was very calm, not only did he look away, but also nodded and smiled at the Xinjiang man, and raised his finger to point to the box of oranges in front of him, as if asking the other party if he wanted to buy it.
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The Uyghur young man's expression was indifferent, and he did not make any response, retracting his gaze and fiddling with the melon and fruit in front of him.
"Attention, everyone, the boss's convoy has arrived" Xia Feng's voice came from the earphones, and the boss she said was referring to Li Zhenshan.
Xia Wenjie's face was straight, he took a deep breath, his eyes scanned the crowd more frequently, and he kept a closer eye on the melon and fruit stall.
Not long after, the mobile phone of a young Uighur from the melon and fruit stall rang, and he nodded twice in a row after answering, and then hung up the phone again.
He put his phone down, winked at his companion, and pouted.
Another Uighur youth understood this, turned around and walked into the small shed at the back, took out two large cardboard boxes from it, and carefully placed them under the fruit stand.
Xia Wenjie narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the two cartons, both of which were printed with cantaloupe patterns, which looked like two ordinary cartons containing cantaloupe, but the other party's gentle and cautious attitude made Xia Wenjie have to doubt the contents of the cartons.
He rolled his eyes and said to Zhou Qinghua beside him, "You are staring here, I'll go over and take a look." ” "Okay, Brother Xia Xia," Zhou Qinghua nodded in response.
Xia Wenjie walked out from behind the fruit stall, walked leisurely to the melon and fruit stalls of the two Uyghur youths, first looked around the melons and fruits sold by the two of them, and then smiled at them: "The cantaloupe you sell is pure Xinjiang cantaloupe."
"Of course."
A Uighur youth speaks fluent Chinese.
"Seeing that you are from Xinjiang, I also want to buy two boxes."
Xia Wenjie bared his teeth at him and said, "I'm selling oranges on the other side, you can count me cheaper."
"No problem."
"Can I pick now?"
"Whatever."
Xia Wenjie picked up a cantaloupe casually and knocked it pretendedly, and the two Uyghur youths opposite subconsciously showed ridicule.
Cantaloupe is not a watermelon, you can tell if you knock on it, it's good or bad He knocked for a while, put the cantaloupe under his nose and smelled it, nodded with satisfaction, and praised: "Yes, it's very fragrant, it's a good melon." ” As he spoke, he put the cantaloupe in his hand back on the stall.
It may be that he didn't have a proper relationship, and the cantaloupe rolled down from the stall and fell to the ground.
He was startled, let out a low exhalation in surprise, and said in a loud voice: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" When he spoke, he hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
Coincidentally, the cantaloupe that fell to the ground just rolled between the two cartons, and when Xia Wenjie went to pick up the cantaloupe, his palm naturally touched the two cartons.
Seeing this, the faces of the two Uyghur youths changed at the same time, and they invariably put their hands behind their waists.
Xia Wenjie, who was squatting down, grabbed the cantaloupe on the ground, and his eyes fell on the two cardboard boxes, and his eyes emitted a terrifying light.
Like other fruit boxes, the lids of these two fruit boxes are also hollow, and there are cardboard boxes inside, so you can't see anything at all from a distance, only when you lean close to the front and look carefully can you vaguely see that there seems to be a faint red light flashing inside the paper shells.
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