I said that Boss Qian's Xiaosheng Consulting and Xiaosheng Jianghu are really good at business, and they are making money every day. Qingyun Daoist said, no, this competition, just the title fee, advertising fee, ticket fee, follow-up periodicals, peripheral development, and more importantly, the gambling house, let them earn more than 300,000 taels of silver.

Qian Xiaosheng said, Qingyun Dao is serious, in fact, we are busy making some scraps, for example, this competition, the total income is 600,000 taels, but His Royal Highness the Prince Guang took 300,000 yuan for the venue fee and the compensation fee for ground attachments, plus the messy expenditure and publicity, and finally made a shout.

I admire Xiaosheng Jianghu, he has always been at the center of public opinion in the rivers and lakes, and even influences the direction of the rivers and lakes. Who knew that it was also related to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. We exchanged some doorways to run a business, and I learned a lot.

I asked me when you would become an apprentice? I said that I was a man of Tarzan in life, and a dead man in the Tarzan faction when I died. The three vulgar sneered, as far as I know, you don't seem to have graduated, that's my business, I pouted.

That thousand boys, when will you let your daughter meet my apprentice? Qian Xiaosheng said embarrassedly, that is certain, certain.

After leaving the Heavenly Master's Mansion, I said goodbye to the three vulgar and returned to the dart game, and came to the Bada Hutong, where I found a young man with a tattered body and following me. I thought to myself, I am a master of the quasi-nine grades, and I am afraid that you will not succeed? So I stopped, and the young man came over and asked in a low voice, "Big brother, do you want a sword spectrum?" Qingyun Daoist has studied all his life, a perfect replica, and he just cracked it yesterday, how about it? I saw that he was in tatters, almost like a beggar, so I lost interest, and said I still have something, thank you.

The young man probably hadn't opened for a long time, and stopped me again, "Brother doesn't love martial arts?" I still have the latest "Meat Futon" here, do you want to have a copy?

I sneered, buddy, who are you fooling? "Meat Futon" was written by Li Yu in the early years of the Qing Dynasty, and now it is only in the Ming Dynasty, and I will tell you that my history at that time was full marks. The buddy said, at a glance, you can see that the brother is a person who understands, but this is a meat futon, and he whispered over and said, Actually, I crossed over, you know.

I shook my head and said I don't understand, you're a traverser here like a begging for food?

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "Isn't it?" We crossed four people together, and the first one came, wanting to be a prophet, saying that the earth was round, and was burned to death as a heretic. The second one came and thought he was handsome and seduced someone else's wife, and was beaten to death by the villagers. The third was a science student, but he was locked up by King Qi and hung half-dead every day, drawing various drawings for King Qi. As far as I'm smart, it's not like I can still breathe and eat.

Suddenly, I heard someone shouting, "Hurry up, get him there, don't let him run, or the dean will detain our performance." The young man threw the sword book, the yellow book and ran away, but was blocked at the intersection and caught back, I looked at the uniform of the arrester, Daming Psychiatric Hospital, I shook my head, picked up the sword book and the book on the ground, and reported back to the dart bureau.