Jiang Li sat on the pony, watching Lin Luo greet the guests attentively, with a flattery in and out of his words, and the bright and sunny smile on his face fell in her eyes, which was even more flattering.

Even if she knew the reason, she still felt resentful.

This dog thing.....

When she was in Daqi, she gave a high position in exchange for the respectful obedience of this dog thing, but now it is only a few dozen yuan, so he treats him with such a face.

And what about her.

In modern times, once she is down, this dog thing loses color to her.

even squeezed her from time to time, suppressed her, and let her wash the pots and dishes.

Thinking of this, Jiang Li felt a suffocation in her chest in addition to being angry, she couldn't help but clench her fists, and a very uncompetitive thought came out of her head:

If... If only I had twenty dollars....

After settling the mother and son, Lin Luo quickly walked back, sat down on Mazha, and said in a low voice: "How about it, tell you not to worry, let the bullets fly for a while, you see, is this just open?" ”

Jiang Li didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still forced down the anger in his heart, secretly took a breath, and then pretended to ask casually:

"I remember yesterday you said that we are a partnership, or are we business partners?"

"yes."

Seeing Lin Luo nodded, Jiang Li then asked, "Then is the money you earned just now half of mine?" ”

Lin Luo was stunned, and then nodded, "It's half of you." ”

"Half is twenty?"

"Yes."

At this moment, Jiang Li finally saw the dagger, and she said with a stiff face: "Okay, I will give you my twenty yuan, and I will challenge it once." ”

“？”

A question mark slowly typed out on Lin Luo's head.

After waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Jiang Li had no choice but to remind: "I just said that I want to challenge once, and I am now a guest." ”

"No, you can play if you want, buy and sell at home, how you want to play and play, and give money with it?"

Lin Luo didn't understand what she was thinking, and as she spoke, she saw two more people stopping in front of the wooden sign over there, and dropped a sentence, "Someone's coming, I'm going to say hello, you want to play by yourself and find an empty table to play." ”

Then he got up and ran over to greet the guests.

"Two beauties, do you want to challenge it?"

Watching this dog thing run over and flatter, a flattering smile appeared on his face again, and then compared his attitude towards himself...

Jiang Li clenched his fists again, I obviously gave the money, and I was also a guest....

Soon, Lin Luo relied on his sunny smile and warm service attitude to win over the two businesses, and settled the two girls on the table and sat down.

Forty dollars arrived.

He was about to go back and sit, but when he passed by the table of the mother and son, he was stopped.

"Eh, young man, come and see, are we failing the challenge?"

Lin Luo paused when he heard this, and then leaned over to look, the mother and son, one wrote 298 to 288 when he was more than 290 years old, and the other was only more than 100 years old and made a mistake.

This result is normal.

From one to five hundred, the process is error-free, without any modifications, and it seems that there is no difficulty.

But in reality, this challenge requires a lot of endurance and concentration, and the slightest carelessness can lead to mistakes.

Out of ten people, there may be only one, or even none of them, who can succeed in the challenge.

So this deal is a sure deal.

He made a look of regret, "Sister, this game seems simple, but it is actually a test of concentration, it is estimated that you are not concentrating, you see, it is only a hundred or more and you have made a mistake." ”

The woman didn't pay much attention to it, and waved her hand and said, "It's wrong, it's okay, the two of us are just playing, it's interesting." ”

Lin Luo smiled, "If you think it's interesting, do you want to try again?" Your son writes more than 200 and 300, he can get this result the first time he writes, and if he writes again, there is a high probability that he will succeed. ”

The woman turned to her son and asked, "Do you want to write again?" ”

"Hmm."

"Then let him write it again, I won't come, it's quite tiring to write this."

The woman took out her mobile phone and swept it for Lin Luo for another twenty yuan, and then pointed to the wooden sign over there, "By the way, when I first came, I wanted to ask, who wrote the calligraphy on it, did you write it?" ”

Hearing this, the two girls at the table over there also spoke, "Yes, yes, boss, we both want to ask, did you write that calligraphy yourself?" ”

Lin Luo pointed behind him, "I didn't write it, she wrote it." ”

Everyone turned their heads, and then they saw a girl in childish pajamas sitting inside, not very old, and very beautiful, just looking cold, with a serious face.

Being stared at by a few eyes, she neither spoke nor nodded her head, just looked back at each other expressionlessly.

The atmosphere was a little cold, and one of the girls forced a smile and praised: "Wow, sister, you look a few years younger than me, why is your calligraphy so powerful, and I think the calligraphy is better than that of Professor Chen of our Faculty of Letters." ”

“.......”

There was no response, and the atmosphere was even colder.

Lin Luo had to come out to play a round at this time, "That, she has autism and doesn't like to talk, don't take it to heart, just be busy with your business." ”

When the woman heard this, she was stunned, and looked at Jiang Li again, her face showed compassion, and she sighed: "The little girl is young, and her calligraphy is so good, why did she get this disease, it's... Hey..."

With a long sigh, she whispered to herself, "I still want to see if she can teach my son calligraphy, who knows if this is the case..."

Faintly catching this self-talk, Lin Luo glanced down at the woman, his lips moved, and he didn't speak.

A few dishes are drunk like this, and I dream in broad daylight, and I want the emperor to teach your son calligraphy, what do you think?

And what kind of Professor Chen in the Faculty of Arts, who is it, I don't know.

What grade dare to come out and touch porcelain, this is the emperor's imperial pen.

Even if he doesn't have the title of emperor now, the level of calligraphy is still first-class.

This hand, in modern times, is not praised, but in Daqi, it is a bit crazy to say that there is no one in the world, but it is not a lie to say that it ranks among the top five in the world.

Do you know what calligraphy is?

Tactical backlash.