Countless people at the scene suddenly exploded!

I held up the cricket jar and whispered, "If I don't agree, I'll act like I've never picked it up."

"Everyone broke up!"

Red maple leaves climb all over the walls of the North Sea, and golden ginkgo biloba piles up at the mouth of the Sanli River.

A yellow leaf, full of gold!

The most beautiful October in Yandu, silent and silent!

The footsteps of the prosperous era are getting closer and closer, and they are already clearly audible.

In the luxurious box of the Quanjude head office, the young master Li Zihua, the third generation of Tulao Fatty Coal, gulped down the steamed noodles, took a bite of garlic and a mouthful of noodles, and was sweating profusely.

On the four-meter-long table, those sumptuous and superb dishes were not moved.

While talking about the noodles, Young Master Li Zihua can also talk about the outrageously cheap housing prices in Yandu City.

Just an hour ago, the third generation of coal purchased a five-story building with a total of ten large flats in Pangu Daguan, opposite the Bird's Nest.

The money is not expensive, and it is only two trains of refined coal.

For the current coal boss, whether it is a house or a car, it is generally not calculated with money, but with coal!

It is rare that the third generation of coal does not drink.

I don't drink alcohol either.

This can make the Mongolian girl so angry that she scolded us two men for being tasteless.

However, when a bottle of 53 degrees Feitian Moutai was eaten, the Mongolian girl no longer cared about me and the three generations of coal, but drank it by herself.

There is also good wine and food, and a commission of 10,000 yuan, and the Mongolian girl is in a very beautiful mood.

Coming out of Rong Bao Zhai, the Mongolian girl got three pieces of Wang Jingzhen's handwritten handwriting, and she had to give all the coal to the third generation.

But I deducted two of them!

That's right.

Wang Jingzhen only wrote me three central halls, not eight.

Eight paintings is just my sky-high asking price, Wang Jingzhen is ninety years old, if he really wants to write eight paintings, he can write it, but the quality is definitely unsatisfactory.

And these three central halls are all eight-foot rice paper!

If you really want to finish writing it despicably, it is estimated that it will have to be landed in a box. I and the Mongolian girl had to be buried together.

At that time, Wang Jingzhen wrote with a fire in his stomach.

Although the anger is great, the moment you start to put pen to paper, the old despicable real kung fu will come out.

Wang Jingzhen has a superior family background, although he is not a descendant of the royal family, but his ancestors' generation has produced several first-class masters.

During the Republic of China, his fathers were either princes or giants.

Even his grandparents and mother are celebrities in Jiangnan!

To this day, Wang Jingzhen's relatives are still active in the land of China!

Among them, there is no shortage of feudal officials!

Up to now, there are still countless places in Shenzhou that have no electricity, and 80 years ago, Wang Jingzhen's home was upstairs and downstairs with electric lights and telephones.

It can be said that his conditions at that time were much better than Pu Yi, who was a seller.

Compared with the second prince Yuan Kewen, it is more of a heaven and an underground.

In such an environment, Wang Jinglian's only purpose for being born and alive is to play!

When the family was the craziest, there was a house for crickets, a house for pigeons, two rooms for cats and dogs, and Hai Dongqing had three heads at both ends.

What is commendable is that this person can not only play, but also be fine!

Any thing can be played to new heights in his hands, to the point of being a national treasure-level master who has made countless people happy and convinced.

With this play, I went abroad and got to know a lot of royal princes who were also play-oriented. And gained a lot of friendship with foreign royal families.

The only thing this person has endured is the years when he cut in line.

Even if he cut the line, he played a new trick locally. Even the locals admired it so much.

In his own words, no one is happier than him.

The old despicable words are also very well written.

Calligraphy is nothing more than the wrist

strength and the breath in the chest.

The strength of the wrist is based on decades of relentless exercise.

The qi in the chest is the crystallization of personal experience and knowledge!

Although the strength of the old despicable wrist has been weakened, the breath in the chest that I forced the three corpse gods to jump violently is the middle hall of the book that made him write the book, mighty and vigorous, strong and vigorous, but also wild and agile.

I'm afraid it's the three best written middle halls in my life.

I made three middle halls in one go, and the old despicable was too tired to do it, and the rest of the stamps could only be handed over to others to complete.

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other, the old despicable directly told me to get out.

In the end, I got 400,000 in cash.

The third generation of coal got Wang Jingzhen's handwritten middle hall, and the Mongolian girl got 2 million sponsorships and 10,000 commissions.

In addition, he also received a godgrandson of the expert master.

The ending is all happy, and we are all winners.

In the end, it was Wang Jingzhen who carried everything and became a big wrongdoer!

To quote the words of the Mongolian girl's godgrandson, that is, since the new century, I am the only one in the world who can ask for this first stubborn old despicable word.

I coldly replied to my grandson, I didn't ask for it!

I'm taking!

The name is right, and it is fair and fair!

In retrospect, the Mongolian girl still has palpitations.

At that time, we who got the loot walked out of Rong Bao Zhai under the send-off of dozens of people.

To this day, I still remember the hundreds of eyes with endless hatred!

Since then, I have been blacklisted by the entire Yandu antique shop circle, and from now on, there will be no place for me in this circle.

By the time the three generations of coal finished cooking, the delicacies on the table barely moved.

I think it's a pity, so I asked the waiter to pack it all. attracted a burst of sideways glances from Mongolian girls.

With a wave of his hand, the third generation of coal directly asked the waiter to re-serve the table for me to take away.

After I refused, the third generation of coal asked the waiter to put on a piece of Moutai and two good cigarettes, which were also rejected by me.

When I went out to go out, the three generations of coal had to drag me to the heavens on earth, but I also refused.

The three generations of coal were a little unhappy, muttering that I don't know how to lift.

I didn't want to worry about the three generations of coal, but his subsequent words made me hand out a gilded business card.

The next day was Monday, and I arrived at the office early.

After October, Yandu's work time was also postponed from eight o'clock to half past eight.

The weather was still fine, but there was already a thin layer of ice on the office windows.

Bald Lao Liang, who had already figured out my routine, pinched and brought me a bottle of hot water.

I saluted Hai Ye with two packets of cold dishes.

One of the packs is roast duck that has never been caught in a bite!

Seeing Quanjude's outer packaging, Hai Ye was stunned: "Are you a serious duck?"

As soon as my face sank, Hai Ye was even more angry than me, and angrily reprimanded: "Are you sure Hai Ye and I deserve to eat such high-end goods?"

After washing me, Bald Lao Liang took the initiative to soak me in high crushes, and stayed in the office and didn't leave.

"Master Hai, are you in trouble?"

"What can I do? Don't babble."

I picked up a hot towel and put it on my hand: "I ate your old pot of eggs, and I will give you a chance to leak for free."

Scold!

Bald Lao Liang straightened up and called over with a broom: "***How do you know I'm looking for you?"

"Hey, hey. You're better than the old masters......

I banged on the table with a grin, "Cherish the opportunity."