No wonder domestic audiences are envious and jealous. Chen Jianliang himself is a wealthy family, with a family business worth hundreds of billions of dollars, and he is so lucky. He can pick up so many red rosewood tables and benches by having a meal in a restaurant in Africa.

Because of the large number of people and the limited ability to serve the restaurant, Weihang and the others waited for a long time.

If it weren't for thinking about the red rosewood tables and stools in other people's shop, I'm afraid someone would be dissatisfied with leaving.

For this reason, the store owner Babrut came out several times to apologize to everyone. For him, as long as he entertained these guests well today, the turnover in the past two days will be better than before.

"It's okay! The boss can take it slowly." Chen Jianliang said.

Bablu was very grateful. Chinese people were easy to talk to. If it were black Africans, some of the more barbaric ones might have to be snatched away. As an African, he also knew his kind very well. They were all a group of impatient guys, and had a very bad temper, which he didn't like.

"Thank you for your understanding, thank you!"

Chen Jianliang took the opportunity to speak: "Boss, come and sit down."

Bablu was a little confused, but when the guest said so, he leaned over. He was not a person without eyesight. After the group of people entered the door, he could see that the people at this table were the boss.

“What’s the point?”

Even Weihang was a little surprised when he heard this! This shop owner has put some effort into Chinese culture!

"It's nothing, I'm just a little interested in the tables and stools in your store and want to make a deal with you." Chen Jianliang said.

At this time, Wei Hang and others did not speak or remind Africans of the truth and reasons. Everyone also knew Chen Jianliang's standards and would not be too much.

"Oh? Tables and benches? Is there anything special?" the shop owner Bablu asked in surprise.

He looked at the tables and stools in his shop carefully. The wood used in these tables and stools was all the ones he and people from his hometown tribe, and they were brought back for one hundred dollars. In order to save money, they all made the processing by themselves, so these tables and stools looked so rough and casual.

"Although I don't know what wood this is, it looks pretty good in color." Chen Jianliang said.

Babru nodded and continued to look at Chen Jianliang: "You mean you want to make a transaction? How much does it cost?"

If he could make a fortune, he wouldn't mind changing a batch of tables and stools. Many customers who came in to eat despise the facilities here.

"Two trading methods, first, I can buy it for one thousand dollars; second, I will exchange it for you with another batch of tables and stools. You will definitely like it. By the way, please ask someone to help you decorate the interior of your store..."

Several households did not consider it. Before Chen Jianliang finished speaking, the store owner Bablu interrupted and said, "I choose the second one."

He is not stupid. He will spend almost all the money to buy a table and stool for a thousand dollars. Decoration costs some money, and it is definitely not something that can be done by a thousand dollars.

Chen Jianliang smiled and said, "Okay, you can take me to find a place to sell furniture later, and you can find someone who knows how to decorate and I'll help you."

It’s not that Bablu is not smart, but that he has no knowledge and does not know the value of this kind of wood at all, so he naturally cannot refuse Chen Jianliang’s transaction.

In his eyes, whether he chooses the first or the second, he is taking advantage of himself.

After the negotiations were made, the shop owner became more enthusiastic about this group of cute Chinese people. He ran to the kitchen and urged him for a while, and put the prepared dishes first and didn't let everyone wait.

"Do you want to drink? I have Maotai here." The shop owner asked again.

As far as he knows, Moutai is a national liquor in China and should be very famous in China. At that time, the price was not too expensive, so he imported a batch. But except for the Africans who know how to drink it, Chinese customers didn’t want it. It was really strange.

Wei Hang and others looked strange and thought to themselves: Are you sure you didn’t buy fakes?

In a store like this, authentic Moutai may not be able to be taken out! It’s not a copycat, right? It’s quite dangerous to drink fake wine.

"Oh? What price is the Moutai in your store?" Weihang asked calmly.

“A bottle only costs one hundred.”

"Oh!" Weihang and others thought it was US dollars, so their faces returned to normal. Moutai was also divided into many models, many years. The prices of different years and different models will change greatly.

There are also a few thousand yuan per bottle, and a bottle of three or five hundred yuan.

If you want a bottle of 100 US dollars, it will be more than 600 yuan if you want to exchange it for RMB. The lowest-end imported one should be about the same price.

But who knew that the owner added three words behind: "RMB"

Well! Everyone knows all of a sudden that the owner of this store must have bought counterfeit goods, and some domestic businessmen cheated on people! Authentic Moutai with a bottle of 100 yuan per bottle cannot be bought in China, let alone the export price.

"We have something to do later, so we won't drink anymore." Wei Hang said.

He did not expose the fake wine. Although he hated some domestic profiteers selling fake goods, he was not cheating people from his own country, so there was no need to meddle in other people's business.

If a few Africans were killed by drinking, no one would have found out. After all, it would be normal to die in Africa. If you are unlucky, if you don’t look at the almanac, you will probably be sent to God with a bullet when you go out.

In fact, Africans are very welcome to Chinese counterfeit goods.

Perhaps, they even knew that it was not genuine, but the functions were the same! It cost so little, for them, no product is more suitable for them than copycats.

Their favorite is goods made from China. A friend of Bablu, who is a foreign trader, goes to a big city in China several times a year.

According to her good friend, that city is many times more prosperous than the largest city in their country. If it weren't for making money, her friend would have hoped to immigrate to Yiwu. It was really a paradise for their African imported goods, with everything at an authentic price.

As long as Weihang and others walk around the street, they will find that many of the products are made in China. European goods, American goods, Japanese goods, etc. are unsold goods here.

Bablu was a little regretful and thought that Chinese people would like the taste of their hometown, so he specially recommended Moutai.

Maotai liquor worth 100 yuan per bottle is a luxury in his store. African fellow villagers are not willing to spend so much money to buy wine and drink.

"The RMB is also circulating here?" Muzi was a little curious.

Babru smiled immediately: "Although the US dollar is more popular in our country, many stores also charge RMB."

In fact, in many African countries, in addition to their own currencies, the most popular ones are the US dollar and the RMB.

After hearing this, the audience in the live broadcast room felt a little proud again, which means that the country is really strong and has influence abroad.

In fact, many Chinese people know that in some Southeast Asian countries, the RMB is even more popular than the US dollar.

A large group of people started "666" in the live broadcast room

At this moment, two yellow people came into the store, attracting the attention of the store owner and others.
Chapter completed!