Liu Jinge does not live with Feng Bin and others. The place where he lives is very close to the manor and can be reached by bus in about half an hour.

Get off the bus from the stop sign near Liu Jinge's house, and not far from the village, I saw an elder sister calling and coming over: "I bought it. Many people are buying it. It's very expensive, 50 yuan per pound! My little girl just doesn't like to eat green peppers. I bought one. If she can make her fall in love with eating green peppers, that would be great..."

Zhuang Buyuan was stunned. He sounded very familiar, but he was specious. What's going on?

He looked up and saw a small stall not far behind the station sign, which read in huge font: "At the foot of the fantasy mountain, the manor output is green and healthy, 50 per pound..." There was also a loudspeaker shouting at the top of his lungs: "The vegetables that really shock the Internet are magical outputs from the manor, magical outputs are not to be blown. As long as you search the Internet for 'manor outputs', you can immediately find thousands of videos."

Sure enough, there were many people queuing up to buy, and some employees were weighing and packing them.

Zhuang Buyuan immediately understood that the output of the manor was faked!

However, unlike the manor, most of the people who are queuing up here to buy are old men and aunts, and several marketers are promoting it: "Auntie, watch this video. This aunt is also rheumatoid and will be cured immediately after taking it. Look at her happy..."

"Uncle, look at this old man. His hair is all white, and it turns black immediately after eating. It is definitely not dyed. I'll find you another video. They posted it on the Internet after they finished eating..."

Zhuang Buyuan was stunned by watching from the side. This was too shameless.

At this moment, Andanyue called and said, "Master, a few netizens told me just now that many fake manors have appeared in Xucheng..."

"I saw it too, it looks so rampant." Zhuang Buyuan didn't know how to describe the rampant phenomenon in front of him.

A staff member even saw him standing next to him and went forward to promote his sales.

"I am collecting their information and preparing to send a lawyer letter to them, but the people in charge of selling things say they are temporary workers. They don't know anything at the moment. There is no progress yet. I have asked netizens to pay attention to me. To be honest, this kind of thing may be difficult to eliminate." Andanyue also had a headache and said: "They are all fighting guerrillas in the form of small vendors, and it is too difficult to establish a brand of primary agricultural products and it is too difficult to prevent counterfeiting. Fortunately, they will not threaten our income now, but in the long run, it will affect our reputation..."

Any primary agricultural products grown from the land are easily faked. They are the same species. No matter how they change, they are not essential. If you talk about taste issues, the tastes of different individuals of agricultural products are very different, and they are not produced in industrial form.

You said that the taste produced by the manor is far more than ordinary vegetables, and it is impossible to imitate it at all, but people who have never eaten it cannot tell it.

In this world, the vast majority of people who have never eaten a real estate are produced. The whole world is so big. Not to mention the world, the vast majority of people who have never eaten in the Void City are.

Zhuang Buyuan and Andanyue had a chat, but there was no solution. Fakes are a problem for the whole world and cannot be solved by the manor.

The best way now is to get rid of primary agricultural products as soon as possible and start cultivating the manor's own secondary output.

If you want to cultivate the output of the manor quickly, you must make the manor run at full speed. The first step to running at full speed is to be fully staffed.

Now, looking at the only candidate, Mr. Liu, I don’t know what’s going on.

Zhuang not far away turned around and planned to leave. At this moment, a car stopped in front of the stall. A middle-aged man got out of the car and came to the stall and asked, "How is the manor's production sold?"

"Mr. Song!" Seeing the middle-aged man, the service staff immediately smiled and said, "It sold very well. The turnover has exceeded 10,000 in a while. We are almost sold out!"

"Okay, okay, I'll ask them to come immediately. You guys will give you bonuses this month!" The middle-aged man smiled happily.

You are so happy, but do I know if I am not happy?

Zhuang Buyuan took out his cell phone, took a few photos of several people, walked to the front of the car, and took a photo of the license plate. These are all evidence.

"I'll go to other stalls to see you, you guys do it well!" Mr. Song said, and walked towards the direction of the car.

What? Do you have other stalls? Are you so greedy?

I just opened a stall!

Mr. Song walked to Zhuang Buyuan, smiled and nodded at Zhuang Buyuan, and said, "Young man, don't just look at it and buy it. You will know the output of the manor. After eating it, you will know that you don't regret it if you buy it!"

Zhuang Buyuan twitched the corners of his mouth, and he became even more upset.

At this moment, he felt the thought coming from Hankongcao: "I want to eat, Dad, I want to eat..."

Zhuang not far away saw the official bag that Mr. Song was carrying. When he saw Mr. Song’s proud look, he felt unhappy and said, “Eat!”

Mr. Song walked past Zhuang not far away with his bag. Before he got into the driver's seat, he subconsciously wanted to take off his bag and throw it into the passenger seat. Who would have thought that after touching it several times, he found that his bag was missing.

Where is the bag?

Where is the bag?

Where did the bag go?

Mr. Song hurriedly got out of the car and looked around. Then he saw a small pile of things on the ground behind the car.

Wallets, mobile phones, driver's licenses, and other items you carry with you, even ticket stubs that you forgot to throw in when you throw them in.

But the bag is gone.

"Who killed Qiandao stole my bag!" Mr. Song wanted to roar to the sky.

But the next second he wondered why he only stole the bag? And literally, he only stole the "bag!"

Even the thousands of yuan in cash in his wallet, his various documents and mobile phones were thrown away.

Although his bag is a luxury brand, it has been used for two or three years and has become old for a long time. Is it useful to steal his bag?

Wait... It's not just the package, but also a document...

But that is not an important document, there is no secret!

Mr. Song was too confused.

This was the first time Zhuang Buyuan directed Hankongcao to swallow other spaces. He had a similar mind to Hankongcao. At that moment, he felt like he put his backpack into the security check channel and shining with x-ray. There was something in his bag vividly. Zhuang Buyuan moved, Hankongcao threw out the rest of the bag, leaving only a folder.

When he opened the folder, Zhuang took a look at it not far away and then smiled.

"Is Songhua Agricultural Trade Company?" Zhuang not far away took a photo, took the document, and sent it to Andanyue, and could tell that one was one.

He searched through the remaining files that were useless, took a few photos to save, and then threw the folder into the trash can.

"Miaoshou Kong Kong feels pretty good... I am a thief." Zhuang Buyuan recalled the feeling of Hankongcao swallowing the space just now, and inexplicably felt a little happy.

Sure enough, everyone has the desire to steal deep down...

I am indeed a cruel manor.
Chapter completed!