Lu Ge generously admitted his shortcomings.

Even though he had more or less been in contact with people and things in this area when he was an adult in his previous life, he was indeed not as knowledgeable about these things as the ACG field.

It's just that a person who is close to a 30-year-old soul is despised by a little girl in her 10s, which is indeed a little embarrassing.

After eating, I filled my stomach a little.

The two of them prepared to get up and leave.

Lu Ge felt the fullness of his stomach for a moment, and then looked at the little thing left on the table.

As long as this meal was more than 70 years away, Luo Yun and herself were full.

The last time I had lunch with An Xiaoshi, it seemed to be three or four hundred yuan.

Sure enough, thrifty is a terrible thing to be able to do as long as you want to.

What's more, Lu Ge also knows that the 8 yuan per person set meal, which can also be full.

When he got up, Lu Ge grabbed a handful of money in his schoolbag and said apologetically to Luo Yun: "It seems that I can't pay you back 100,000 this time, so I will exchange you for 90,000, and the 10,000 will accumulate in the next debt." ”

The money consumed by Lu Ge before and after was about seven or eight thousand.

"Whatever." Luo Yun said unconcernedly.

"What are you going to do next?" As Lu Ge went out, Luo Yun asked beside him.

"Sending you home."

"And then?"

"Wait for the beggar's call."

"And then?"

"When the call came, I naturally asked them to settle accounts."

"You're alone?"

Lu Ge stopped, glanced at Luo Yun strangely, and said, "Are you insulting your own IQ, or is it insulting mine?" ”

"The book says that you boys are prone to hot blood." Luo Yun said as a matter of course.

"Politics should belong to the category of emotional intelligence, and the changes in your emotional intelligence and IQ make me a little confused." Lu Ge rubbed his temples.

"IQ is equivalent to the efficiency of a computer's CPU.

Emotional intelligence, no one should be able to define it accurately.

Besides, Shang Ying, Wang Anshi, Zhang Juzheng, these people are all famous politicians, according to your set of emotional intelligence standards, do you think their emotional intelligence is high? Luo Yun asked unceremoniously.

Shang Ying indirectly led to the tragedy of the five horses being divided because of the punishment of the prince's teacher, and Wang Anshi's reputation for being a reluctant minister was also famous, which also indirectly led him to not be able to unite more people to help him reform, Zhang Juzheng had nothing to do in order to promote his reforms, and finally had to kneel in front of a cabinet member and cry and plead.

If their acting skills are like the Han Dynasty movie emperor Wang Mang, it is estimated that it will not be so difficult.

It's just that Wang Mang only has acting skills but no political mind.

Lu Ge didn't know all the stories of the above people, but he knew that Shang Ying, in order to strictly enforce the law, punished the prince teacher in the last two.

There are anecdotes in primary and secondary school textbooks, and they are not partial knowledge.

"Hmm~~~" Lu Ge thought seriously against his chin, and said frankly: "Okay, when you say this, I don't know how the value of emotional intelligence should be measured." ”

"Turning back to your question, I'm sure I won't settle accounts with them alone."

"Pay back the money and invite someone?" Luo Yun thought of the money Lu Ge took out, and said thoughtfully.

"Half and half." Lu Ge said casually.

"Okay (snap), now, I'll send you home?" Lu Ge clapped his hands and reminded Luo Yundao.

"Will you fight in groups?" Luo Yun said with a little excitement and curiosity.

"Personally, I prefer to crush rather than evenly match." Lu Ge replied.

"It doesn't matter, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I don't like the play to stop halfway through." Luo Yun stopped, stood beside Lu Ge, and smiled.

I also have a phobia of intensity, and these messy symptoms come out of nowhere.

Lu Ge mentally complained, thought about possible safety issues, and finally agreed.

It's not useless to take Luo Yun with you.

Just when Lu Ge and Luo Yun were thinking about where to go next to play and wait for news, Lu Ge's mobile phone rang.

A strange phone call.

picked up the phone, but the voice was a little familiar, it was the beggar.

"Little handsome guy, their friends on Ninghua Street came to the food stall for dinner, ordered a lot of beer and food, and it looks like they won't leave for a while."

"Well, you wait there, I'll come over and settle the bill for you later."

After a few simple conversations, Lu Ge hung up the phone.

Then, Lu Ge dialed a number again, which was Chen Dafeng's.

"Ah, Lu Ge, have you finally considered joining our Taihong Gate?" As soon as the phone was connected, Lu Ge heard Chen Dafeng's loud voice and the lines that had not changed for thousands of years.

Chen Dafeng's father is the owner of the slaughterhouse, and he is a wealthy man, and in this information age, it is not uncommon to have a mobile phone.

As for how the mobile phone numbers of the two people are interconnected.

Chen Dafeng lives opposite Lu Ge, so close, and the relationship between the two families is not bad, even if Lu Ge goes out less, he will not look up and see him.

Occasionally, the two of them meet together, casually ramble a few eggs, and by the way, it's OK to talk about the mobile phone number, nothing special.

"By the way, when did your organization change to a door again?" Lu Ge Gu said, I will ask it every time I communicate, this Chen Dafeng is quite tough.

"Hey~~ You don't understand this, during this time, after my in-depth research on martial arts novels and TV series, I found that those particularly powerful and mysterious organizations are all suffixed by the unit of 'door'.

For example, the Snow Mountain Gate, the Tianshan Gate, the Six Doors, the Blood Knife Gate, these have doors behind them, and a random person comes out of them, all of them are as strong as the boss that the protagonist encounters in the middle of the game, it's too bt..."

Lu Ge listened to Chen Dafeng blowing for a while, and probably forgot about the previous things, so he interrupted Chen Dafeng and said straight to the point: "Chen Dafeng, do me a favor." ”

The relationship between Yuan Lu Ge and Chen Dafeng is very good, they played together when they wore open crotch pants when they were children, and although the personality factors were a little estranged after that, they were not estranged.

Not to mention. Not long ago, Lu Ge could be regarded as saving part of Chen Dafeng's limbs.

Of course, although the two friendship family interests are many.

But Chen Dafeng's simple head didn't think so much.

Hearing Lu Ge's request, he didn't hesitate at all, let alone answer what it was, and said directly: "No problem, how can I help?" ”

Lu Ge, who rarely asks for help, should have troubled things.

"Fight." Lu Ge said simply and bluntly.

"Hah! It's such a thing, it can't be too simple, I thought you were looking for me to cheat or something, let's say, how many people do you want. Hearing that it was such a thing that he was extremely good at, Chen Dafeng's originally somewhat solemn tone also dissipated, and he said in a cheerful tone.

The other side is 7, how many should we come on this side?

"Within 15 minutes, the number of people who can go to the food stall of friends on Ninghua Street is limited to 30 people." Lu Ge thought for a moment.

"Okay, my Taihong Sect is strong and strong, and 30 people are completely fine."

"Well, I'll see you later."

"Okay."

…

When he was on the phone, Lu Ge was talking and walking, and after walking for a while, he listened to it in front of a large grocery supermarket.

Luo Yun was puzzled, thinking that Lu Ge was tired of walking, so she stood by Lu Ge to rest, so she stood by and waited.

Because Chen Dafeng's voice was too loud, Luo Yun could occasionally hear some words.

If you listen to a little something, you want to hear all the things.

So when Lu Ge's phone reached the middle of the phone, he was asked by Luo Yun to turn on the speakerphone button on his phone.

And Luo Yun, who roughly understood what had happened, saw that Lu Ge had finished making the call, so she asked out loud: "Shall we take a taxi right away?" ”

"Wait a minute, there's one more thing to do before that." Lu Ge replied, and then walked towards the grocery supermarket.

When he arrived at the store, he looked at the prices of various cigarettes and finally chose the 10 yuan pack of cigarettes.

There is no need to buy the most expensive cigarettes without showing generosity.

"Boss, bring me three of these Guihu cigarettes." Lu Ge pointed to the flue.

The Mediterranean uncle raised his eyes and glanced at Lu Ge, took out a sign and said, "Little ghost, see clearly, you can't sell cigarettes to minors." ”

"Do you see me smoking people, I definitely don't smoke it myself." Lu Ge smiled, showing his white teeth by the way.

The Mediterranean uncle was just going through a routine procedure, and when he saw Lu Ge, a handsome boy, insisted on buying it, he thought that he should buy it for his own family, and he didn't insist on the positive energy behavior in front of him.

There was not much hesitation or pause.

Took the cigarette and took 300 yuan.

"Little ghost, I'll give you a discount and charge you 290 yuan."

"Thank you." Lu Ge took the 10 yuan he had made up and copied it into his bag.

Out of the grocery supermarket, Lu Ge looked at the sky that was gradually darkening, and said to Luo Yun:

"Alright, let's go now."

…….

Ps: The legend about pizza earlier, I checked it later, it seems to be a scallion oil pie from the north, although I remember reading the popular science book when I was a child... Hey, although I read popular science on the Internet, I still think it's a bun in the depths of my memory, and this memory deception is too exaggerated.

Another convicted truth has fallen.

Ps2: Why is there a feeling that my chapter is very watery?

Nonsense, anyone who knows my past should understand how slow I used to write novels, almost every 2 days on average.

Now I work twice a day (not to mention when something happens. Can this plot not be watery?

Hawkers, I'm not brainless, haven't I written a lot of interesting things.

In fact, there hasn't been much change.

I used to write 6 chapters a week and go through two mini-plots.

Now I have more chapters a week, but I still have two small plots so much.

Well, that's all for the jokes and explanations.

If you still don't like it, there's nothing I can do.