Arriving at the makeshift rostrum, Fang Chen looked around and couldn't help but take a breath. Although he had already seen the big scene of four to five thousand people eating together last time, there were a full 10,000 people sitting together in front of him.

, it’s still extremely shocking.

At a glance, it was a vast expanse of darkness, with dining tables spread out four to five hundred meters away.

Everyone's eyes widened as they looked at Fang Chen, a legend in their hearts. The scene was solemn and silent.

Fang Chen smiled, and then said into the microphone: "I think everyone should know me, Fang Chen, so I won't introduce myself."

Suddenly, a burst of earth-shattering laughter burst out, deafening, like thunder exploding.

Among those who work as prostitutes in Russia, there are tall ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones, and even deaf, blind, and lame people, but they don’t really say that any of them don’t know Mr. Fang.

Seeing the excited expressions of everyone around them, Li Jinshui and Liu Mazi couldn't help but look even more ugly. Fang Chen's reputation among the villains was really too high.

Fang Chen pressed down his hands several times before suppressing his laughter, "I'm inviting you to dinner this time. The first reason is to meet you all. I want to say that all of you here are from the north, from the south, and from Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Some people come from rich lands, and some come from poor places in mountainous areas. It can be said that everyone in this

The tens of thousands of people include all the provinces and regions of China. So here, in Russia, we all have a common name, that is, Chinese people. We are all descendants of the dragon, descendants of Yan and Huang, thousands of miles away from home in Moscow.

Where we are, we are a family!”

As soon as Fang Chen finished speaking, a burst of earth-shattering applause burst out, the sound shook the heavens and the earth. Everyone's mouths were filled with tears, their expressions were agitated, and some even shed tears of excitement.

Yes, in the Soviet Union, in Russia, in Moscow, here, they are a family. Looking at the hot and rich meals in front of them, suddenly a taste called home grows in everyone's hearts, thousands of miles away.

Being in a foreign country, all the hardships and hardships I endured seemed to be alleviated instantly.

Maybe this feeling is just a small flame that can be extinguished at any time, but it does exist.

Ma Yun looked at the enthusiastic and enthusiastic expressions of the people around him, and said to Wu Maocai in a daze: "When did the boss's speaking skills become so powerful? In such a short sentence, he can arouse and mobilize everyone's emotions."

Wu Maocai scratched the back of his head, "I don't know either, but Master Jiu has been reading books like "The Crowd" and "Communication and Social Influence" recently."

"What can I say? Once a person integrates into a group, his individuality will be annihilated, and the group's thoughts will occupy an absolute dominance. At the same time, the group's behavior will also show rejection of dissent, extremism, emotionality and low IQ.

Characteristics such as transformation and so on." Wu Maocai recited.

It's not that he has any gift for photographic memory, it's just that Fang Chen has been repeating these words too many times recently when he was studying.

Ma Yun was suddenly stunned.

"Second, I want to talk about some issues. The issue of fakes is a very bad thing." Fang Chen said slowly but firmly.

After hearing this, everyone's expressions couldn't help but change. They became a little embarrassed, unnatural, and even a little embarrassed, the kind of shame that comes from being exposed for doing something wrong.

The people present, except for the small dealer who replaced Fang Chen's two thousand bulk goods, all of them, more or less, whether passively or actively, have sold some fake goods.

"This is not a dog trying to meddle in a mouse's business! You don't care whether we sell fakes or not. Those Russians are willing to buy them. What can we do? Why don't you care about the Russians!" someone murmured in a low voice.

Many people also agreed, and all kinds of random discussions and complaints were endless.

Li Jinshui and Liu Mazi's expressions froze, and then they couldn't help but show gloating smiles like other big businessmen who had shops in Astai Market.

Young, still too young.

When Fang Chen said this, didn't he put himself on the opposite side of all the villains?

Let’s not talk about seeking death, but the momentum brought by Fang Chen in the past few days and the effect brought about by the words just now have definitely disappeared. Fang Chen still wants to be the same as now, and be a martial artist next time.

Alliance leader, it may be impossible to order the heroes.

No matter how powerful Fang Chen is, he can't just arrest all these ten thousand people and force them to listen to him.

If things go wrong, Fang Chen's image in the minds of everyone will completely collapse from now on, and he will even become a lackey of the Russians and a Japanese devil.

In response to the shy and embarrassed faces in the audience, as well as the sound of mosquitoes in the distance, Fang Chen smiled slightly, as if he didn't see it at all, and continued to say with a smile: "I know, everyone is more or less aware of it or not.

I have sold some fake goods out of love.”

"Some people may still think that I, Fang Chen, am meddling in my own business, and we Chinese people only sell so many fakes, and the real majority are sold by the Russians themselves."

"But we are the source of fakes. Everyone should admit this. According to the Russians' poor production capacity of light industrial products, they can't even produce fakes."

Everyone nodded, and they naturally admitted this. Not to mention the Chinese fakes on the street, even the Russian fakes with Russian writing on them were all produced domestically. These Russians entrusted them or went to the country to purchase them in person.

Counterfeit and shoddy products.

This is also why everyone reacted so strongly to Fang Chen's accusation. Not all fakes were sold by them, let alone what Fang Chen kept saying about his family just now.

Is this something a family should do?

They feel like they have been deceived and fooled.

"I ask everyone to think about it now, who made the money from the fake goods? And in the long run, what do the Russians think of our Chinese goods?" Fang Chen said loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Li Jinshui, Liu Mazi, Zhang Li, and other big bad guys.

Although they, the small businessmen, will bring some fake and shoddy products from China to sell, the biggest source is still these big businessmen, and the money is made by these big businessmen.

They can make more money by selling fake goods. Although it is a little more than selling genuine goods, it is not much more.

Cold sweat broke out on Li Jinshui's forehead again. He subconsciously wiped his forehead with paper, but he couldn't wipe it clean. He felt that the situation seemed to be developing in a direction that was not conducive to him.

"Yes, that's right, most of the money is actually made by big bad guys like Li Jinshui." Fang Chen pointed at Li Jinshui and others.

The faces of the defeated men turned pale in an instant. Li Jinshui and Liu Mazi looked at each other in shock. Their hearts were filled with regret. It was truly a banquet at Hongmen.

They never expected that Fang Chen would just call their names on the stage and reveal the fact that they were the ones making the money.

They shouldn't be here!

"For everyone, the difference in income is actually not big whether you sell genuine goods or fake goods." Fang Chen said with a smile.

Everyone couldn't help but nodded slightly. It was indeed true. In the eyes of people like Li Jinshui, they were just helping to sell goods. How much profit margin could they leave for them?

The reason why they sell fake goods is because big dealers like Li Jinshui ask them to sell them, and because fake goods are easier to sell because of their low prices, and the profit of fake goods is indeed higher than that of genuine goods. These three aspects work together.

status quo under the influence.

"But I ask everyone to think about it. If things continue like this, what will the Russians, who have been deceived all day long, think of us Chinese people? What will they think of Chinese products?"

Before anyone could answer, Fang Chen shouted categorically, "They will spontaneously boycott Chinese goods, and one day they will even hang a sign at the door of the store saying 'We do not have Chinese goods'. This

For us Chinese villains, it will be a catastrophic disaster!"

In an instant, everyone was petrified, looking at Fang Chen motionless, with a storm in their hearts. To be honest, they had never thought about the problem from this perspective.

But he had to admit that what Fang Chen said was true.

They sell fake and shoddy products to those Russians all day long. If those Russians are stupid, will they continue to buy their goods?

Ask yourself honestly, if someone sells fake goods to him all day long, he will definitely not buy from that person again.

In a short period of time, it may not have much impact, but in the long run, what Fang Chen said will definitely happen!

"When the time comes, not only will we, the Chinese tycoons, be beaten up by everyone in Russia, but the identity of tycoons we rely on for survival will no longer exist, because no one will buy our goods! What can we do by then? Take over what has been passed down by our ancestors.

With a hoe, you can dig up food in your own one-third of an acre of land with your back turned to the ground, and earn three to five hundred yuan a year?"

"Tell me, have you ever imagined a life like this?" Fang Chen suddenly shouted angrily at the top of his lungs, with veins popping out on his neck and his eyes turning scarlet!

Everyone fell silent for an instant, even the sound of breathing and heartbeat stopped, as if everything was completely silent. Everyone seemed to be frightened by the scene described by Fang Chen.

To put it bluntly, these gangsters are not from the city, and they don’t have stable jobs. If they can have a serious job, who would be stupid enough to risk his life to become a gangster? He will die in Moscow every year.

There are countless scammers on the Trans-Siberian Railway.

If they can't become bad guys in the future, their future will probably be to go home and farm.

For those of them who have seen the colorful world outside, they are absolutely unwilling to go back to farming. Although they are more dangerous and miserable now, they can still earn a thousand or eight hundred yuan a month.
Chapter completed!