Chuan Shu 80: I am doing scientific research on the island

Chapter 249 Swans are all guilty

Song Wenhao, who was in the kitchen, hurried out.

Rice cooker?

Is this the legendary pot that can cook rice quickly?

Song Wenjun squinted his eyes and looked at the expressions of the four people with satisfaction, especially Song Wenhao, whose mouth was as open as a toad.

You know, in order to show off in front of his father-in-law, Song Wenhao begged a lot, but he couldn't get a rice cooker because the entire provincial capital was out of stock.

"Are you fake?"

After studying it over and over for a long time, Lin Deshui frowned and said.

fake?

He knew this girl was a troublemaker, embarrassing him everywhere.

"If you don't have the skills, just be a good person. Why learn these flashy things? It's better for you to bring two apples to the door than to show off with fakes." Song Wenhao couldn't help but sneered.

"Who told you it was fake?" She asked Lin Deshui without paying attention to her cheap brother.

"It's fake because it's different from what I sell."

"You sell rice cookers?"

Haha, the channels for distributing goods in the provincial capital are all regular stores, and only one of them is self-employed, but Lin Deshui is nothing like him.

"Yes, my friend sold me a thousand rice cookers at a low price, and they will all be in place tomorrow. From now on, you can just call me the rice cooker king."

Song Wenjun couldn't help laughing.

"Brother, how much did you buy it for?"

"A 25-meter model is currently selling for 150 yuan on the market. If I change hands, I can earn 120 yuan."

"What? Deshui, don't tell me that the inkstone you took from me a few days ago was used by you to exchange money for a pot?" Lin Weidong was shaking with anger.

All the money in the family was taken away by this prodigal son. Considering that he had suffered too much as a child and was the only son, the education method was a little loose, and he was raised to be a fool who was indolent and indolent, and who dreamed of getting rich all day long.

<divclass="contentadv">A few days ago, he asked them for money again, but he couldn't get it out, so he took away an ancient inkstone collected by Lin Weidong. Now it seems that he is beating a dog with a meat bun, and he will never come back.

The old man jumped up and down in anger, that was his favorite thing and its value was inestimable.

"What's the point of keeping a dead thing? Didn't you and my mother say you support my career?"

As a bystander, Song Wenjun was 100% sure that Lin Deshui was deceived.

"Prodigal Son" is online, and Lin Deshui will chew on his brother-in-law's fur from now on.

"I asked a friend to help me buy this rice cooker. My uncle and aunt are my sister-in-law's parents, so I should be filial to them."

"As for what you said is a fake, it's completely impossible. I heard from my friends that rice cookers have anti-counterfeiting marks every day."

She pointed to the base of the rice cooker, where three letters were engraved in an inconspicuous place: swj, her initials.

"swj? What do you mean?"

"Taxation Bureau, it means that this pot has been registered with the taxation bureau. It must be genuine. Without these three letters, it is all fake." Song Wenjun said nonsense seriously.

"Impossible, who can cheat?" Lin Deshui's tone became unsteady and his eyes wandered.

Lin Weidong angrily scolded, "I think you were deceived. Have you paid the money? If not, it's still too late to stop now. If you're not a business person, just go to work in the factory."

"What do you know? Do you know whether this pot is real or fake? When the pot arrives tomorrow, I will cook it myself for you to try."

Song Wenhao said, "Dad, De Shui is right. We have never seen any electric rice cookers. Wood stoves are safer for cooking."

"Uncle, if that fake product came to my door, how big a deal would I have in my mind." Song Wenjun said aggrievedly.

"I didn't expect that my kind act would be misinterpreted like this. I'd better forget it. It cost me half of my savings to buy this pot. After all, in the world of crows, swans are guilty."