113 Chapter 113 A set of combined punches! (1/2)

In front of Hongyun Rice's booth, a dozen people gathered at the moment, filling up all the seats prepared for intended customers.

Those who were sitting and playing with mobile phones, standing and making phone calls, and those who pretended to look through the copies of the inspection certificates, none of them came forward to talk to the receptionist about ordering.

This group of people, all young people, the oldest is no more than thirty-five years old, there are two of them, and they are still wearing work clothes from Maofeng Auto Repair Factory.

Seeing this, Wu Jun was already 99.9% sure that He Qingfeng had called this group of people.

Dong Shanshan told him that in addition to a few Mon Chalong rice specialty stores under He Qingfeng's name, there are also several large auto repair shops.

”Brother, can you go somewhere else to rest for a while?” Ma Chaoyun was squeezing his anger and discussed with a young man in an auto repair shop tooling.

”What? The dog sees people low, right? I think I can't afford your rice when I look at me wearing work clothes?” The young man said with a stubborn neck. ”Don't say 30 yuan a catty of rice. I’ve eaten it, I’ll sit here and think about it and then I’ll start pushing people out? Do you do business?”

The young man’s accomplice said with a hippie smile on the side: “That’s right, the customer is the god, and the parent of food and clothing. Do you treat your parents like that?”

”Grandson, who are you scolding!” Wu Jun just came to the front when he heard the group of people say bad words, scolded his uncle in front of him, and came up angrily. He stretched out his hand and almost grabbed the man's neck and was tightened. Qian Na who was following him stopped.

Qian Na hurriedly said in his ear: ”Xiaojun, calm down. They provoked us several times and forced us to make matters worse. Once we do, today's exhibition will be completely destroyed.”

”Yo! The merchant wants to hit someone! Come on, hit me, hit here.” The man stood up and pointed to his head to provoke Wu Jun.

Wu Jun hadn't heard such a strange request. Just about to come forward to meet him, he was stopped by his little aunt and a group of people and stood behind the billboard.

”Wu Jun, calm down.” Chen Lin handed a bottle of water to Wu Jun and said, ”I'm really doing it, I just did what they wanted.”

Wu Jun took the water, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip and asked, ”Does the organizer care about it? Do you not come here to look for trouble?”

Dong Lizhu said with a sad face: ”The organizers have all gone to receive foreign guests. Only a few security guards are left to maintain order and report the situation to them. They said that they can't be the master. They have to ask for instructions. They have asked for instructions in the morning.”

”If you want me to say, those security guards must have been fed by Meng Chalong, and they have colluded.” Bian Xuedao said angrily, ”I went out to smoke then, good fellow, two little security guards. Smoking Zhonghua happily in the smoking area, how much is it for a month?”

”The location of our exhibition area was poor, and the area was small. There were few people coming over and it was difficult to attract big customers,” the aunt said with a frown, ”plus this group of people are making trouble, what can we do?”

Xu Fei also said with an annoyed look: ”Once our rice was steamed, it was served in less than three minutes. It was like a grab. It couldn't be stopped and there was no chance to show it.”

Ma Chaoyun sighed and said: ”There are hundreds of exhibitors at the exhibition site and hundreds of rice types. The aroma of our Fortune rice is mixed with hundreds of types of rice, and we can't give full play to our advantages.”

”Foreign businessmen will enter in the afternoon. According to the current situation, we don't have much hope.” The second uncle Qian Liangping said dejectedly.

Wu Jun sat on the stool, drinking water, listening to the complaints of the crowd, and thinking of countermeasures in his mind.

Because of the late registration, no good booth was booked. Compared with the luxurious booth of Meng Chalong, Hongyun Rice is a bit too shabby.