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The two followed the man and stepped directly into the courtyard.
After Old Zhu poured them each a cup of water, he looked at Old Zhang San and said, "You old rascal, just say what you need..."
"This young man is from our Kaoshan Village. He wants to buy a batch of high-proof liquor. I came straight to you..."
Zhang San first stated their purpose directly.
Then he shifted his gaze to Lin Fan and said, "This is Old Zhu. How much liquor do you want? Just tell him..."
As soon as Zhang San finished speaking, Lin Fan looked at Old Zhu and said, "Hello, Comrade. My name is Lin Fan..."
"I need at least a hundred jin of high-proof liquor. If you have two to three hundred jin, that would be even better..."
“嘶...”
Hearing that Lin Fan needed at least one hundred jin of high-proof liquor, both Old Zhu and Zhang San couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.
After a brief moment of astonishment, Old Zhu looked Lin Fan up and down again.
Confirming that he wasn't joking, Old Zhu said, "Sixty-degree sorghum liquor, eight mao a jin..."
"If you can accept that price, you can take away two hundred jin right now..."
Hearing the price, Lin Fan couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
Not because the price was too high, but because it was too cheap!
After all, the eight mao a jin Old Zhu mentioned was a price without coupons.
Seeing Lin Fan's stunned expression, Old Zhu thought he was finding the price too high and was about to explain something.
But before he could speak, Lin Fan came to his senses, had no intention of haggling, and directly decided,
"Then let's trade at the price you mentioned, Comrade. Eight mao is eight mao. I'll take all two hundred jin..."
"Quick and decisive..."
Seeing that Lin Fan didn't haggle at all, Old Zhu showed a smile on his face.
He never imagined that the deal would be completed so easily!
"Follow me..."
With the deal struck, Old Zhu didn't waste any words. He stood up and gestured to Lin Fan and the other man. He led them directly to the backyard.
He went to the backyard, opened the passage to the cellar, and led Lin Fan and the other man directly into the cellar.
This was a cellar of over a dozen square meters. Inside were huge wine vats, each capable of holding over a hundred jin of liquor.
However, only two of the wine vats had liquor in them. The rest were empty!
"Each vat here holds a hundred jin of liquor. Two vats make two hundred jin..."
"In appreciation of your generosity, I'll be generous too. I'll give you these two vats for free..."
As Old Zhu opened the two vats filled with liquor, a wave of fragrance instantly escaped.
Lin Fan went forward to inspect them, and after confirming that everything was in order, he nodded in satisfaction.
Then, without any further ado, Lin Fan reached out and took out a stack of large black bills, handing them to Old Zhu.
"Here's the money for the liquor. No more, no less, exactly one hundred and sixty yuan. Count it yourself, Comrade. I'll move the liquor out first..."
After finishing his sentence, Lin Fan went to one of the wine vats. In the astonished gaze of Old Zhu and Zhang San, he:
First, he tried to lift it.
Then, his entire body crouched down.
"Up you go..."
In an instant, visible veins erupted on Lin Fan's arms and neck.
The vat holding over a hundred jin of liquor was lifted directly from the ground by Lin Fan.
"嘶... This, this, this..."
Seeing this scene, it wasn't until Lin Fan, carrying one of the vats with ease, left the cellar that Old Zhu, who was counting the money, finally came to his senses. He couldn't help but gasp, his eyes wide.
Even Zhang San, who had learned from Uncle Li that Lin Fan was skilled, able to defeat a tiger with his bare hands, couldn't help but be shocked at what he saw.
For a long time, Old Zhu finally looked at Zhang San beside him and said, "Zhang San, what exactly is this young man's background..."
"He's a sent-down youth from our Kaoshan Village..."
Having said this, Zhang San glanced at Old Zhu, then continued,
"A few days ago, this kid single-handedly dealt with a tiger. That's why he came to you, old man, to buy liquor to make tiger bone wine..."
While Zhang San's words were slightly exaggerated, his intention was to warn Old Zhu against any foolish ideas.
To these people, Lin Fan's terrifying combat power was their greatest deterrent!
"Single-handedly... killed a tiger... You old rascal, you're not lying to me..."
Sure enough, after learning from Zhang San that Lin Fan had killed a tiger with his bare hands a few days ago, Old Zhu's already incredulous face instantly revealed a look of astonishment, a thick sense of apprehension.
All the thoughts that had just arisen in his mind instantly vanished without a trace.
This kind of dragon, crossing the river, was someone they couldn't afford to provoke!
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