Dozens of miles west of Twilight Town, outside the black shop.

Yang Lingxuan was a little distracted, and he was telling the story of Tang Guangtou and the king of his daughter country without shame.

Wu Shou next to him was flushed, his whole body was hot when he heard it, and his eyes were shining with an unknown look.

"Wu Shou, didn't you put the advertising wooden sign on the crowded streets of Twilight Town?"

As he spoke, Yang Lingxuan suddenly interrupted the storyline, and the topic changed to Wu Shou and asked rhetorically. He was a little puzzled, and a little skeptical.

I wondered how it had been a few days since Wu Shou last went to the city to put up billboards, and why there was no customer who came to the door.

Even the villagers of Wujia Village rarely came.

Only Wu Shou, the little guy, can't be blown away by the wind, and he runs to the store every day without moving, pulling himself to tell stories.

He was a little skeptical that the last time this guy went into the city, he just found some horns and put the advertising wooden sign in his hand.

Thinking of this, without waiting for Wu Shou's reply, his face was pale, and he continued with a serious face:

"Shou'er, I'll talk to you, you have to do it seriously, you know?"

With a roll of his eyes, Yang Lingxuan continued to flicker:

"Don't be perfunctory, this is a matter of whether you can beat the genius of the world in the future, and whether you can marry a beautiful woman like the king of the daughter country who is talented and captivating. ”

"Uncle store manager, I didn't do anything perfunctory, I always put the wooden sign in a place where there are more crowds. ”

Wu Shou, who was fascinated by the story, was stunned when he heard that the store manager's uncle stopped telling stories, and then listened to him babble a lot, and then suspected that he was not serious about doing things, and hurriedly retorted.

He wasn't perfunctory, he was just playing a little clever, and besides, those places were really crowded streets.

And this is also about whether he can make money, how can he be perfunctory.

Listening to Wu Shou's somewhat aggrieved rebuttal, Yang Lingxuan's eyes were still a little suspicious, and then he pondered.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his head, and then he instantly figured it out.

In fact, Wu Shou can't be blamed for this, he didn't think it through, and there was a problem with the advertising words, although the things written on it were true.

But the goods are too tall, and the turtles in Twilight Town must not have seen it, so they will definitely not believe what it says.

I immediately thought about it for a while, and began to think about a new plan and a solution.

After thinking for a while, he had an idea, and then said to Wu Shou: "Wu Shou, you go to do one more thing today." ”

"What's the matter?" Wu Shou asked suspiciously.

"Look, it's been a few days, and no one has come to the door, if it's not for your perfunctory work, it must be that you don't publicize it properly. Yang Lingxuan explained with a serious face.

"Propaganda is not in place?" Wu Shou was even more puzzled, propaganda? What the hell is that?

"Yes, yes, so you have to promote it vigorously today. Let more people know about the store, so that sure someone will come to the door, and then you will make money. ”

Looking at Wu Shou, who was puzzled, Yang Lingxuan flickered seriously, his expression was completely the same, the store manager was all for your sake and for your good.

"Then how to publicize, what should I do?" Looking at Yang Lingxuan's expression, Wu Shou was a little moved, the store manager's uncle was still so good to himself, and he thought about himself for any benefits.

"You go buy some new four treasures of the study first, and then come back with some glue. I'll tell you how to do it when you've got it done. Yang Lingxuan explained, and then asked rhetorically:

"By the way, I forgot to ask you last time, did you run out of 20 gold coins that you were given before?"

"Mmmm, I'm running out, and I just bought 20 gold coins of pen and ink white paper. ”

Hearing Yang Lingxuan's words, Wu Shou panicked, but his expression did not change and said.

He won't tell the store manager's uncle that the four treasures of the study are all given by Sister Leng for free, and he wants to hack the 20 gold coins.

Anyway, if this black-hearted store manager uncle can open this store, it must not be bad for money.

As for Yang Lingxuan, although he knew a certain amount of information, he didn't know what the specific price of these things would be.

I didn't expect this little guy to hack his money, so he continued to take out 20 gold coins and handed them to Wu Shou, and advised: "Remember that it is the four treasures of the study and the glue, and then go and go back quickly." ”

"Mmmm, I know, by the way, Uncle Store Manager, what is glue?" Wu Shou, who had taken the gold coin, nodded in response, and then asked suspiciously.

Glue? What is that, does Twilight Town have to sell it? At first, he didn't notice Yang Lingxuan's words, but when he heard the second advice, he noticed this thing.

"You heard it wrong, it's paste, don't talk so much nonsense, hurry up. ”

Hearing Wu Shou's question, Yang Lingxuan was stunned, forgetting that there may be no glue in this world, and then quibbled. Immediately, his face turned black and he kicked Wu Shou's ass and made him get out of the way.

Wu Shou, who was kicked for no reason, covered his ass with some grievances and ran out.

I was still thinking about it, how could I hear it wrong, it was obviously the fault of the store manager's uncle, and if I didn't admit it, I would admit it if I falsely accused myself, but why should I kick myself.

Yang Lingxuan, who didn't care whether Wu Shouwei was wronged, continued to sit down, slumped on the chair, sunbathed, and continued to lie down on the corpse every day.

Except for lying on the corpse and occasionally telling Wu Shou stories, he basically had no other entertainment to pass the time.

This is also why he is so keen to tell stories to Wu Shou and then fool him into doing things.

And work hard to develop the store, improve yourself, and by the way, you can also pass the boring time.

Then closing his eyes and feeling the cool breeze that was slightly caressing, Yang Lingxuan thought with a somewhat godless expression:

It's been almost twenty days since I came to this world, and I don't know what my stinky dad is doing?

He has been missing for so long, has he looked for himself, after he can't find himself, does he look like he has lost his soul, and does his mother wash her face with tears all day after she knows that she is missing?

Thinking of this, Yang Lingxuan suddenly felt a little congested.

Then when I think of my younger brothers and sisters, are you sad about your disappearance?

Has the company relocated back to China, and is the board of directors and the Presbyterian group looking for a new heir?

The more Yang Lingxuan thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and then his nose was sore, and his closed eyes instantly moistened.

Drops of warm tears were quietly flowing out of the corners of his eyes, across his still somewhat immature face, and dripping on his neck.

Feeling the warm tears on his neck, Yang Lingxuan broke open his red, bloodshot eyes, sniffed hard, and wiped the tears on his neck and face.

Then let your expression return to its previous state.

And in my mind, there are still ten days left, and the novice protection will be over, and then I can go out and wave this idea to dispel the thoughts of my family.