Next to her, the Mongolian girl immediately covered her mouth and nodded vigorously at the ancient old man beside her.
Looking at Master Gu's face that was burnt out of cement, I continued to use the knife without mercy: "You didn't answer the first question. It's considered that you don't have enough knowledge. Please listen to the second question."
"If you can't answer the question again, you'll get zero points."
Poof!
The Mongolian girl suddenly burst into laughter.
The stoic face of the old man next to him also showed a smile.
"What do you think of this large nave painted by Wang Jingsong?"
"I can't tell you clearly."
All of a sudden, Master Gu lost all his power, skipped the verbal attack stage, and fast-forwarded to the rampage mode.
"There's no way it could be Mr. Wang's handwriting..."
"I'm too lazy to explain it to you. Even if I explain it, you won't understand..."
"I've seen too many people like you. You're so self-righteous."
Maybe my damage value was too high, or maybe as a newly registered novice, I cut too hard with my first sword. After saying these few words, Master Gu stood up and walked away.
Just say goodbye to me and don’t play with me anymore!
This damn thing doesn't have any of the master's backbone, blood, and endless fighting spirit!
Serious contempt!
"Hang, cough, cough..."
The Mongolian girl next to me was laughing so unscrupulously that her branches were quivering.
I scolded the Mongolian girl with a straight face: "Brother, if you encounter this kind of situation in the future, please find out the opponent's health value first."
"Our Fangzhou sword is very fast."
"My dragon-slaying sword is faster than Fangzhou's sword."
"You've seen it before."
The Mongolian girl covered her belly with one hand and kept waving her hand with the other. She screamed "I'm sorry" crazily, but couldn't stop laughing.
At this moment, the ancient old man took the initiative to reach out to me: "Assistant Tong. Hello. I am Li Yuejin. Zihua's grandfather."
"Nice to meet you. You and Zihua said exactly the same thing."
Opposite me, the simple old man who has a similar face to the third generation of coal is surprisingly the grandfather of the third generation of coal, the famous coal king in China, the first generation of coal.
Li Yuejin!
This is the name that Mr. Mei chose for himself later. His real name is Li Sanmao!
As an ordinary citizen born in the 1930s, the worse the name, the better the livelihood.
Like the third generation of coal, Li Yuejin also had short hands and feet, a thick neck and a big head.
Judging from his appearance, Li Yuejin doesn’t have much that stands out.
If there is a huge gap between a person's appearance and his own strength, there is only one reason.
Zu Meng!
The so-called ancestral love is the blessing of the ancestors, that is, the ancestral graves!
Fortune tellers call this a divine bureau.
The physical situation and the divine situation complement each other and are indispensable.
"Thank you for helping Xiao Huahua get beaten. He has a friend like you, so don't worry when he's hungry."
"I like the Wang Jingsong Zhongtang you found for me very much."
"I brought you some souvenirs. I'll deliver them to your home in person soon."
The half-baked Mandarin made me look at the coal generation with admiration.
Nowadays, there are too many billionaires emerging in the land of China who rely on mountains and rivers to feed themselves. In the end, they are all short-lived.
This kind of people who get rich suddenly believe in one thing in their bones: God is the king, and he himself is the second king.
People like Generation Coal who can keep pace with the times are one in a million.
"You're welcome, sir. Welcome to Yan."
Li Yuejin's hands were very dark, with thick calluses that were yellow and black. The backs of his hands were heavily wrinkled, and there were residues of cinders between his fingernails.
His hand strength is not weak either, and can rival Li Ge's heavy hand.
To be among the top ten private coal producers in the country, Li Yuejin does have his own strengths.
The first generation of coal came to Yandu yesterday, and the third generation of coal did not inform me.
At the end of every year, the coal generation will come to Yandu, and the first stop is naturally the headquarters.
This time, Meidai sent a trailer full of souvenirs to the headquarters.
Zanthoxylum bungeanum, wild yam, walnuts, black fungus, and pure natural honey from the Taihang Mountains.
These local specialties are not worth much money locally, but in the eyes of the bosses at the headquarters, they are proper green food.
"I originally planned to visit you in person tomorrow, but today I had an impromptu idea and had no choice but to invite you. Please don't see anyone outside."
"No outside. Master, if you have anything to do, just tell me."
The coal generation really just remembered and called me over.
This morning, the coal generation went to the headquarters to visit Tang Anjun and a group of big bosses. Tang Anjun also gave the coal generation enough face and arranged to greet the coal generation in the cafeteria of the headquarters in the evening.
In the past two years, the country's coal consumption has been tense. Even the all-powerful headquarters has to give some face to the coal generation who have cooperated for many years.
A canteen in the headquarters entertains guests, a treatment that other wealthy people cannot enjoy.
Eat in the evening and have free time in the afternoon.
As usual, Wen Xuan, who was in charge of escorting, took advantage of the few hours in the afternoon to take the coal generation around the old Yan capital.
When the car drove past Yandu Terrace, the coal generation suddenly noticed that there was a queue here, so he asked casually.
The Mongolian girl in charge of the reception asked about it, and the car turned around.
Like most Chinese people, the coal generation also likes to watch treasure appraisal programs, but any treasure appraisal program is a must-see in every episode.
But when they visited the treasure appraisal site in person, although the coal generation yearned for it very much, they failed to do so.
When he came back to Yandu, he specially brought the old and despicable Dazhongtang here, just to enjoy the pleasure of auditioning among the folk Tibetan friends.
There was a long queue to get in, but the main hall was judged to be a fake by someone named Gu.
This makes the coal generation very lose face.
The Mongolian girl and Xing Gu were no match for each other in the debate, so they got angry and called me over.
This Mongolian girl has never had sex in vain, and she is really loyal. Knowing this kind of thing is my strong point.
I just took this opportunity to let her be mine...
But here I am, and I have criticized people with the surname Gu, but the coal generation has not enjoyed the honor of being recognized by experts as treasure holders.
Although Dazhongtang was indeed written by Old Despicable, the other party refused to admit it, which made the coal generation quite depressed.
The biggest wish of the coal generation is to go on TV with their collections and show their faces in front of the national audience.
Of course, it would be even more perfect to be able to enter the finals with the collection, walk on the red carpet in the studio, and then show off in front of the national audience.
If only there were a few more close-ups...
Let’s interact with the host again...
Let’s chat a few more words with the experts…
After that, I can say a few more words...
Finally the program can be broadcast nationwide...
The wish of the coal generation has been successfully fulfilled.
Seeing the lackluster look of the coal generation, I opened my satchel without saying a word and pulled out a special painting tube. I smiled and said, "Old man, you like big scenes, let's have one..."
"Today, I will make you famous all over the world!"
