Yang Hui and his son looked at this side with mocking faces. They didn't think that Yang Jianguang and his son, who had always been poor, could come up with any good cigarettes.
Damn it, why don't you go get the rotten cut tobacco that you bought in the town, and then wrap it in a pack of paper and distribute it to everyone?
So Yang Hui and his son looked at Yang Dazhi expectantly, and they were not worried at all that Yang Dazhi would cause any trouble.
Finally, Yang Dazhi took out his cigarette case and handed out cigarettes one by one to everyone.
"Come on, let's smoke a fortune cigarette."
"It's easy to talk about."
Yang Hui took the cigarette casually without raising his head.
But this kind of touch made him feel a little strange. This home-rolled cigarette actually felt better than his Qingliang brand cigarettes.
Thinking about it, Yang Hui glanced at the cigarette case in Yang Dazhi's hand.
With a blue background, there are two cute little pandas on it, as well as the three words "red panda" that are conspicuous.
After seeing this glance, Yang Hui's eyes suddenly widened and his breathing became rapid.
Yang Jianguang and his son smoke Red Panda brand cigarettes that cost more than ten yuan a pack?
Just when Yang Hui felt that he was dazzled and saw something wrong, a burst of exclamations sounded from the crowd.
"Let me go, it's Red Panda brand cigarettes. Dazhi, where did you get such good cigarettes?"
"I went back to the supply and marketing cooperative last time and saw that a pack of cigarettes costs fifteen yuan. Only big bosses are willing to smoke this kind of cigarettes."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's indeed a Red Panda cigarette. It feels so good in your mouth!"
Hearing everyone praising Yang Dazhi, Yang Hui and Yang Jiji and his son's faces turned red with anger.
Compared with Yang Dazhi's Red Panda brand cigarettes, which cost more than ten yuan a pack, the Qingliang brand cigarettes in their hands are simply a joke.
Just when everyone was full of praise for Yang Dazhi's cigarettes, Yang Hui suddenly shouted angrily at everyone.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. As poor as Yang Dazhi's family, how could they be willing to buy Red Panda cigarettes?"
Hear Yang Hui's voice.
Everyone around them frowned slightly.
When you boasted about your Qingliang brand cigarettes just now, everyone praised you too. Why are you not happy when Yang Dazhi's family distributes other cigarettes?
Besides, it’s so impolite for someone who is celebrating the New Year to say that other people’s things are fake.
Unfortunately, Yang Hui didn't notice the change in everyone's expressions at all, and instead searched the crowd excitedly for a while.
Finally, he rushed to one of the men, grabbed his collar and said excitedly.
"Lao Lu, you open a retail store on the street, tell me quickly, these must be fake Red Panda cigarettes!"
“Where can they afford these Red Panda cigarettes?
It doesn’t look like the real thing either!”
Upon seeing this, Yang Jiji gritted his teeth and stood up, shouting at Yang Dazhi, "Yang Dazhi, even if you want to save face, you have to smoke real cigarettes for everyone. What's the point of using fake cigarettes?"
Yang Dazhi looked at the two father and son awkwardly. He had been working in the supermarket for half a year. How could he still not know whether this cigarette was real or not?
Besides, Huiwanjia Supermarket is so big, can it still be short of such a small amount of goods?
However, seeing how seriously the two father and son took this matter so seriously, Yang Dazhi did not intend to continue arguing with each other.
Since they think it is fake, then it is fake. What is there to argue about?
At first, when Yang Dazhi got so much good cigarettes and wine, he was looking forward to showing off in front of everyone in the village.
But seeing how shallow and narrow-minded the two father and son were, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to be that interested in showing off anymore.
What's the use of gaining face in front of these people?
Aren’t they still a bunch of frogs in a well?
Since they are willing to look down on themselves, then they should look down on themselves. As long as their family is living well, they should not care about the use of their eyes.
However, Yang Dazhi was not going to argue, but Yang Hui seemed to have found an opportunity, thinking that the other party had been convinced by him, so he felt guilty and did not explain.
After finally finding an opportunity to regain his position, Yang Hui naturally did not intend to let it go.
Excited, he snatched the cigarette case from Yang Dazhi's hand and stuffed it into Lao Lu's hand.
"Quick, Lao Lu.
Please tell me quickly, this is fake."
Lao Lu, the retail store owner in the crowd, smiled awkwardly. In fact, he had no intention of verifying whether it was true or false.
If the appraisal is true, wouldn't that embarrass Yang Hui and his son?
But the identification was false, which also embarrassed Yang Dazhi and his son. He was just a person who joined in the fun, and he had no grudges or grudges. Why would he be such a bad person?
Unfortunately, Yang Hui and his son held him back and refused to let him go. He had no choice but to take the cigarette case and read it carefully.
After watching for a while, Lao Lu suddenly said in surprise.
"Hey, why is this packaging different from the Red Panda cigarettes in my store?"
At this moment, Yang Hui was instantly proud.
"Hahaha, I was right. How can a family like Yang Jianguang's family with only a few walls afford Red Panda cigarettes?"
Yang Jiji also raised his head arrogantly and looked at Yang Jianguang, "I know how can you afford cigarettes with your family's conditions?
You have to live and die to save face."
Even the villagers present looked at Yang Dazhi in great surprise. Yang Dazhi was usually honest and honest, but he didn't expect that this time he would use this trick to deceive everyone with fake goods just to save face?
It can be expected that after the New Year, this incident will spread throughout Yangcun, and Yang Jianguang’s family will become the laughing stock of Yangcun.
But just as they finished speaking, Lao Lu suddenly screamed in surprise again.
"Wait a minute, I seem to have made a mistake. These are the latest version of Red Panda brand cigarettes. I don't even have them in the store. They cost 17 yuan a pack in the supermarket."
As soon as these words came out, Yang Jiji and his son were like ducks grabbed by the neck.
He looked at Yang Dazhi dumbfounded, unable to say a word.
In the end, the two of them glanced around guiltily and found that the villagers' eyes were full of ridicule, and their expressions were even more embarrassing.
However, Yang Dazhi graciously broke the awkwardness between the two of them.
"Okay, okay, what's true or not is just a pack of cigarettes, isn't it?"
"Come on, come on, why are you still standing there?
Come in quickly to drink tea and eat fruit."
Soon, under Yang Dazhi's greeting, everyone looked at Yang Dazhi's house and walked towards it.
But as soon as everyone entered, Lao Lu, the retail store owner in the crowd, suddenly pushed away everyone, rushed to Yang Jianguang's cabinet in a few steps, and said in shock.
"The wine on your table is Maotai, right?"
"No, this is the best product in Moutai, Feitian Moutai. I went back to the store last time to prepare some stock.
The purchase price for a bottle is more than 200 yuan, and the supply and marketing cooperative charges 300 yuan for a bottle, but you actually have it here."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned to Yang Hui and his son.
Along the way, the two father and son boasted about how great and good their Luzhou Laojiao was.
Now do you have the ability to say it again in front of others?
Looking at the exquisite Feitian Maotai in front of them, Yang Hui and his son lowered their heads even lower.