Stunning!

Even though He Hongchang and Mu Wanchu were an old couple, they were still moved by a touch of surprise.

Normally, I would have to press it directly on the table...

"Hong Chang, are you not late?"

"Mr. He, Sister Wanchu and I are not late, are we?"

Mu Wanchu took off his sunglasses and greeted He Hongchang playfully, and Gu Yunrou also said hello in unison.

"Not too late, not too late, just right, just right!"

"You came just in time to help translate and ask them if they want to buy our gas tanks!"

He Hongchang was even more outraged when he was cheated on by Mu Wanchu.

What a goblin!

Wait!

After I open up the situation and place orders, see how I stab you to death!

"Gentlemen, may I ask where you are from? Do you need to buy our gas tanks?"

After receiving the instruction, Mu Wanchu quickly got into the role, turned around to those Middle Eastern guys, greeted and asked in fluent English.

"Hello beautiful oriental lady, we are coming from the Crown Camel, my name is Rashid!"

"Excuse me, beautiful lady, how much does a gas tank cost here?"

A Middle Eastern man named Rashid introduced himself and asked about the price of the gas tank.

"They came to the Crown Camel, and the leader was Rashid. They asked how much our gas tanks cost per meter!"

After Mu Wanchu smiled and nodded, he translated for He Hongchang.

Come to the crown camel? That is Yilang!

Depend on!

Sure enough, this is a bigger dog than a camel wearing a turban!

In the 1990s, Crown Camel was the richest dog owner in the entire Middle East!

It is only in recent years that the turbaned camel has been overtaken.

However, as far as He Hongchang is concerned, he doesn't care at all.

What he is most concerned about now is the crowned camel, so he won't talk about it until he kills it ruthlessly.

"Tell them, the gas tanks here range from 300 meters to 800 meters..."

"Minimum three hundred meters?"

"Are you selling gold?!"

Before He Hongchang could finish speaking, Mu Wanchu asked her to tell the Middle Eastern guy that the minimum price of these gas tanks was three hundred meters for a knives?!

Is this...what a joke!?

A three-hundred-meter knife, converted into an old man's national currency, is more than 1,800 yuan!

Oh my God!

Whose gas tank dares to sell it so expensively!?

"How many!?"

"Three hundred meters of sword, how many old men does that cost!?"

Houdunzi, who was standing by, was also confused!

Domestic national currency has several old people printed on it, so the ten-dollar currency is usually called the Great Unity, and the one hundred yuan currency is called the Old Man's Head.

But for the national currency, it is usually called old man’s head.

I heard that they were selling 300-meter swords. How many old men would that cost!?

Anyway, Houdunzi and the others don't understand, and they don't know how to convert it.

All I know is that a rice knife is definitely worth more than an old man’s head, otherwise, what’s the point of earning foreign exchange!

They only know that three hundred meters for a knife, or three hundred for an old man, is a sky-high price for them.

Selling three hundred old men’s heads!?

Are their gas tanks made of gold?

You must know that the ex-factory price of what they usually buy in China is only fifteen yuan each.

When we went to the market, we paid 20 yuan each!

But when Hong Chang opened his mouth, he stabbed three hundred meters directly. Are you crazy!?

There are rice knives to pick up at the Canton Fair, but you don’t just grab them directly!

"A three-hundred-meter knife, converted into an old man's head, is about one thousand eight hundred to one thousand nineteen!"

Mu Wanchu was really surprised, otherwise she would not have told Hou Dunzi and the others such a problem.

"How much? One thousand and eighty!?"

Houdunzi and the others were not frightened on the spot!

Crazy!

For a gas tank, Hong Chang directly quoted one thousand eighty yuan?

Moreover, the minimum is one thousand and eighty. As for the eight hundred rice knife, Houdunzi and the others dare not even think about how many old people it costs!

"Originally, I planned to make small profits but quick turnover, and the lowest quotation was one hundred and fifty to two hundred. Who are these dog coins? I'm looking at you!"

"So, the price now is as low as 300 meters!"

He Hongchang didn't care about Hou Dunzi and the others, but directly asked Mu Wanchu to quote the price. He said it so blatantly that I was jealous!

So, the price has to be increased!

And the price is directly doubled!

Anyway, it’s the crowned camel, and He Hongchang has decided to take over this big dog business.

"Three hundred to eight hundred meters, are you sure you're not just trying to get angry!?"

Mu Wanchu was also drunk. Out of courtesy, the foreigner admired your woman's beauty. Are you so jealous that you'd kill her?

But even if you’re not jealous and don’t plan to kill it, the unit price of one hundred and fifty rice knives is still outrageous, right?

What we sell are gas tanks, not gas tanks made of gold!

"Whoever is angry, just translate if you are asked, and stop questioning!" He Hongchang said to the woman.

This goblin just comes out to be coquettish. Why are you dressing so stunningly when you have nothing to do?

"That's okay!"

"Then I really made this quotation. If people are scared away, don't blame me for not explaining it clearly to you!"

Mu Wanchu was also hesitant. He really didn't know what kind of medicine this guy was selling in his gourd.

Seeing that He Hongchang was serious, Mu Wanchu translated to the Middle Eastern guy: "Mr. Rashid, the gas tanks we have here range from 300 meters to 500 meters!"

"Walter? How much!?"

Sure enough, this big businessman named Rashid exclaimed on the spot after hearing that the price was as high as 300 meters.

"Tell them, if you buy more... we will give you a set of fixed shelves for free for every ten, and a set of movable shelves for every fifty!"

Before Mu Wanchu could show her hands to him, He Hongchang directly asked her to translate and said.

"Shelf!? What shelf?!"

This time, it was Mu Wanchu's turn to be confused again.

"You just need to translate and they will understand!"

He Hongchang is instructing the woman again, just follow the translation, how can you be so curious?

"Walter? Shelf!?"

After Mu Wanchu interpreted He Hongchang's original words intact, the Middle Eastern guy named Rashid exclaimed again!

But soon, a Middle Eastern guy named Rashid realized a problem!

Just now they were wondering that the style of these gas cans was different from what they had seen before.

The gas tanks on display made them feel strangely familiar at first glance!

Just now I was wondering why the gas tanks in the East are not made the same as those in the Middle East.

This is the Canton Fair, not any other trading market.

Now, I heard that racks were actually provided, and some of the racks even had tires installed on them. This...
To be continued...