The guy in the cigarette sales cabinet is a young man in his twenties. Seeing Yang Feng's extraordinary temperament, he knew that a big customer had come. He quickly ran over and smiled at him: "Master, what do you want to order? We have all kinds of cigarettes here, including Jin Fugui, step by step, dozens of golden grass cigarettes, the prices are cheap and affordable, so you can be satisfied with it."

Yang Feng said calmly: "Is that right? Take all these things over and I'll take a look."

"Okay."

The guy opened the container and took out several cigarettes placed on it to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng took the cigarette and saw that the packaging of these cigarettes was very simple. When he got closer, he smelled it. The smell of inferior tobacco came to his face, which made him sneeze.

He frowned and pointed to the cigarettes placed at the bottom of the counter, "Take those up and let me see."

"this……"

The guy hesitated for a moment, "This guest official, these cigarettes are just more exquisitely packaged and the price is relatively expensive. In fact, the taste is similar to the cigarettes you are holding, so why do you..."

Yang Feng sank his face: "I'll take it if I ask you to take it, how can I get so much nonsense!"

Seeing Yang Feng get angry, the guy was unhappy, but he still slapped the cigarettes under the container on the counter, making a loud bang.

"Are you looking for death?"

Song Ye, who was standing behind Yang Feng, was furious when he saw this, stepped forward and stared at the guy, pressing his hand on the hilt of the knife around his waist. However, before he could pull out the knife, Yang Feng held it down.

Seeing this, the guy was not afraid, but instead said in a contempt: "You know what you know, don't look at where this place is. Is it your wild place? This is the royal business of the Ming Dynasty, the property of the Duke of Xinguo's Mansion. Even the emperor now has shares in it. If you dare to touch me, I will make you unable to take it."

"hehe……"

Yang Feng, who was standing by, was amused by the words of the guy. He picked up the last pack of cigarettes the guy took out and looked at it. This was the cigarette that the royal business should take, because Yang Feng had long stipulated that the royal business in the Ming Dynasty could only take advantage of the cigarettes he brought from modern society, and the inferior cigarettes in front were obviously sold privately by people from this business.

Yang Feng picked up a pack of cigarettes with the words "Jin Fugui" on it and asked, "How much is the silver price of these cigarettes in a box?"

"These cigarettes are sold for ten cents a pack."

"What about this?"

"One bag of one tael of silver in Honghe, and one bag of twenty taels of silver in Furong King."

Listening to the guy's offer, Yang Feng's face gradually sank. According to the regulations of the merchant, a pack of Honghe only costs five cents of silver and a pack of Furong King costs five taels of silver. But now these people have increased the price several times privately, while those cheap cigarettes are only sold for ten cents. This is clearly a way to sell these inferior cigarettes that they have never seen before on the counter.

Song Ye also saw that something was wrong, so he leaned into Yang Feng's ear and whispered: "Master..."

"Wait a minute."

Yang Feng waved his hand and put a bag of Furong King into his pocket, took out twenty silver coins and gave them to the client.

"Let's go somewhere else to see..."

Song Ye followed behind with anger and glared at the guy hard before leaving, but the guy spat and cursed: "There are really fools who are willing to spend twenty taels of silver to buy a pack of cigarettes."

But he became excited immediately. A box of Furong King sold only five taels of silver, and the other party gave him twenty silver coins. Doesn’t this mean he made fifteen taels of silver in vain?

Yang Feng seemed to wander around casually, but his eyes were observing everywhere. He found that the business had more goods that he had never seen before. Although there were things he had brought from modern society, they were placed in some inconspicuous corners. It would be almost difficult to find if he was not very familiar and deliberately searched for them.

Seeing this, Yang Feng was already sure that someone was using his own business to sell other goods.

"Haha... OK... OK... I didn't expect that the business was in chaos less than a few years after I left Beijing. Do these people think I've changed to vegetarian food?"

A trace of murderous aura flashed in Yang Feng's eyes.

After thinking about it, he whispered a few words to Song Ye and then handed him a small bag.

Song Ye ended up with a bag, and his face showed a look of surprise, "Dude, do you really need to call us?"

"No need." Yang Feng shook his head and said, "You should take my famous post and official seal and directly look for the prefect of Shuntian, and borrow a team of yamen runners from him. I want to see if he will give me such face?"

"clear!"

After Song Ye left, Yang Feng went upstairs and walked around again. His mood became worse and worse. He found a place to sit down, opened the Furong King I just bought and lit it. As soon as he took a sip, he felt a musty smell rushing into his nose. He felt that the pack of cigarettes had become moldy.

Until this moment, the accumulated anger could no longer be allowed to burst out, and he strode to the cigarette cabinet and kicked it.

Only a loud "bang" sound was heard, and the entire cigarette cabinet was kicked away for several meters with one kick, and all the cigarette in the cigarette cabinet flew out and scattered all over the floor.

The noise caused by Yang Feng's kick was too loud, which shocked everyone in the entire business.

Soon, more than ten guys rushed over after hearing the news. Seeing Yang Feng standing in front of the cigarette cabinet, the guy who specialized in selling cigarettes pointed at Yang Feng and shouted in shock and angrily: "You... you dare to smash the place. Do you know where this is?"

"Of course I know, the Royal Trading Company of the Ming Dynasty, the open-ended trading company of Xinguo."

Yang Feng dug out the Furong King he had just bought and smashed it over, which hit him in the face.

"That's how your shopkeepers teach you how to sell things. You dare to sell moldy cigarettes to customers?"

Hearing this, many customers who were shopping all started to talk.

"What, moldy cigarettes are sold here?"

"No, I often come here to buy things. Although the quality of the things is not very good, I have never seen moldy things."

"What do you know? You don't smoke."

Listening to the guests around him, the cigarette seller knew that the matter was getting big. If the matter spread today, he would probably have to be in trouble.

At this moment, a voice sounded, "What the hell is going on? Why are they all around here?"

As the sound came, a middle-aged man in his thirties dressed in gorgeous clothes walked downstairs.

Seeing the visitor, the guy ran over as if he had seen a savior, pointed at Yang Feng and other people and said, "Shopkeeper, these people are here to smash the venue, they even smashed the cigarette cabinet."

"What?"

The middle-aged man was startled and saw the cigarette cabinet that was kicked down and the cigarettes were scattered all over the floor. He stared at Yang Feng and said with a grim voice: "Good boy, it seems that you are impatient. You even dare to move the property of Duke Xin's Mansion. After that, who instructed you to come?"
Chapter completed!