Chapter 277 Is Money a Privilege?

"Mom, are you sure it's here?" Zhang Ze looked at the long queue in front of him and asked in surprise.

Zhao Wen set up an awning and looked at the signboard, nodded and said, "Yes, it's Jiuxianju, but why are there so many people?"

The mother and son looked at each other, and saw the suspicion in each other's eyes. Isn't it just a tavern, how could there be so many people, are these guys here to drink?

Zhao Wen waved her hand to let her son stand there, walked forward by herself, and yelled at a random person in line: "Hey, what are you doing, are you all here to drink at Jiuxianju?"

After yelling, she waited there for an answer, but when she didn't get an answer for a long time, Zhao Wen's face suddenly became unhappy.

And the young master Chang Wei Chang who is queuing up doesn't care who you are, as long as Boss Qin is not here, who cares who you are, open your mouth and say hello, who is hello, I don't know!

"Hey, are you deaf? I'm asking you something, but what's wrong if you can't hear!" Zhao Wen shouted again, this time she was directly addressing Young Master Chang.

Now it's Master Chang's turn to be unhappy, I'm here to line up, why are you shouting.

"Why, you yelled hello, I didn't yell hello, who knows who you yelled, that's how you ask people? Now I heard it, let me tell you, labor and management don't know!" Chang Da young master was very angry said casually.

There is no way, he is so arrogant, as the rich second generation of Zhongzhou, he is also a top-notch dude, and it is fine to be cheated by Boss Qin, but there are still people who yell at him, big sister, you have taken the wrong medicine!

Zhao Wen pointed to what Young Master Chang wanted to say, but she held back. After all, the other party was a man, so she could only say indignantly: "What kind of attitude, I can only hang out in Zhongzhou..."

But what should I do if I didn’t ask the question? While hesitating, an old man in line behind shouted: “Yes,

You are right, we all come here to buy wine and drink. "

Although she already had a guess, Zhao Wen was still taken aback when she heard this. After all, the line was a bit too long. On this hot day, so many people lined up for such a long line, and it was actually just for drinking? These people have problems!

Without saying anything, Zhao Wen turned her head and came to her son, explaining the situation to him. In the queue behind, several girls looked at the old man with inexplicable expressions on their faces.

"Why did you explain it just now? Look at her domineering look!" Beside the old man, a woman in her twenties in business attire asked doubtfully.

"Xiao Su, you don't understand. What kind of temper is Boss Qin? If this woman goes in and bumps into Boss Qin, what will happen? It's okay to show our faces. We are not angry, but what about Boss Qin?" ? Hehehe..." A familiar smile appeared on the old man's face, and it was the old man Yan Kuanyan.

And the female secretary beside him is Su Yan.

Hearing old man Yan's words, the faces of the drinkers who were still a bit inexplicable now showed excitement on their faces. Yes, it's been a long time since I saw Boss Qin swearing at someone. This is an excellent opportunity!

"Why don't we go back, when will we be in such a long queue?" Fatty Zhang Ze was even more upset when he heard that they were all here to buy wine. On such a hot day, he had to queue up for someone who might be a liar. The wine, what are you looking for?

"And we can buy it online, or have someone buy it for us."

Zhao Wen shook her head and said, "Impossible, I asked Uncle Zhao, the wine here can only be bought by yourself, not by others, and there is no way to buy it online."

Now Zhang Ze really has no choice, he can only mutter there, there are still such people who don't go online in this society, doesn't this boss know that selling online will make more money? Is this a good business?

The answer is that this sentence has already been said by countless people to Boss Qin, it is still good to do business like this...

I had no choice but to queue up, but the line was really too long, not to mention my son, even Zhao Wen felt a little dizzy looking at it.

Looking ahead, Zhao Wen dragged her son and walked towards the front of the line, and said as she walked, "It's okay son, we have money, so we can just buy a seat."

"Hey sir, you're also a drinker, right? We're here specially, but the line is too long, I want to join the line... Of course it's not for nothing, how about I give you a hundred yuan?" Zhao Wen said directly Said to a man in his thirties in front.

"Huh? You want to jump in line? Give me a hundred yuan as a reward?" Yu Yishan, who was already a little sunburned, came to his senses and asked, pointing at himself in surprise.

"Yeah, how about it, one hundred yuan, give me a quick word!" Zhao Wen said again, with a look of "it's all small money".

"I'm sorry, you should ask elsewhere." Yu Yishan said directly.

Just kidding, people cut in line at the gate of Jiuxianju, I really thought Boss Qin didn't know, let alone a hundred yuan, even a million, he wouldn't let it, after all, if this happened, then Boss Qin wouldn't give it to him in the future Alcohol is sold!

For Yu Yishan, one million is nothing. If Boss Qin stopped selling him wine because of one million, that would be a big problem, such as Dukang wine. Now he relies on it to fall asleep every day. Not to mention honey wine, my wife wants to drink it every day, and if I can't buy it one day, I don't know how to explain it when I go back.

"Ah? What did you say? One hundred yuan is a bit low, isn't it? Well, three hundred yuan, a buy-it-all price, isn't it a lot? Many people here in Zhongzhou can't earn three hundred yuan a day!" Zhao Wen said again Said.

This time, Boss Yu didn't want to talk anymore, do I look like a dick now...

Seeing that Yu Yishan didn't speak, Zhao Wen became impatient: "Three hundred yuan is not enough, you are too greedy, let me tell you..."

Although he didn't want to talk, it's not good to have someone talking beside him. Yu Yishan spoke again and interrupted Zhao Wen: "I'm sorry, you can't even pay three million, so let's talk about it."

What? Zhao Wen froze in place for a moment.

Of course, being rich comes with privileges. If Zhao Wen wants to come, she just jumps in the queue, and there is no harm to this person, that is, she can earn 300 yuan out of thin air by waiting a little longer. This is equivalent to nothing.

In the end, I didn't expect to be rejected, let alone what the other party said, three million is not enough!

It’s really bragging to the sky. If I put three million in front of you, you will run faster than anyone else.

It's a pity that people have already said this, and she has no choice but to look for it elsewhere.

Look around, the little girl in front is pretty good, she looks like she is smiling all the time, so hurry over.

Xue'er, who had witnessed everything the whole time, didn't wait for the other party to speak, and said directly: "I'm sorry, we don't need to talk about jumping in line!"

"Huh?" Zhao Wen was really stunned. What happened to the guests of Jiuxianju? They don't want money.

On the other hand, Zhang Ze stared straight at the groups of girls in the line, he was angry just now and didn't notice, but now he realizes that there are so many good-looking girls in the queue outside Jiuxianju!

After asking several people, they were not willing to jump in the queue, and they refused to agree to it even after they had already given 500. Zhao Wen had no choice but to take her son to the back and line up.

In her opinion, five hundred is really a lot, but why are these people unwilling?

As for the fact that the people queuing up are rich, she doesn't go into details at all. In Zhao Wen's view, being rich is a privilege. How can rich people line up obediently here!

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