Jiang Li sat on the pony and watched Lin Luo greeting the guests diligently, with a hint of flattery in his words. The bright and sunny smile on his face fell into her eyes, which was even more flattering.
Even though she knew the reason, she still felt unhappy.
This piece of shit...
When she was in Daqi, she had given him a high position and a generous salary in exchange for this bitch's respect and obedience, but now it was only a few dozen dollars, and she let him treat her with such an expression.
And she.
Living in modern times, once she was down and out, this bitch lost all respect for her.
They constantly squeezed her, suppressed her, and even made her wash pots and dishes.
Thinking of this, Jiang Li was not only dissatisfied, but also felt a tightness in her chest. She couldn't help but clenched her fists, and a very unsatisfactory thought came to her head:
If only...if only I had twenty dollars...
After settling the mother and son, Lin Luo quickly came back, sat on the horse, and said in a low voice: "How about, I tell you not to worry, let the bullets fly for a while, look, is this going to be open?" ?”
Jiang Li didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still suppressed the resentment in his heart, took a breath secretly, and then asked casually:
"I remember you said yesterday that we were doing business in partnership, or some kind of business partners?"
"yes."
Seeing Lin Luo nodding, Jiang Li asked: "Then the money you just earned is half of mine?"
Lin Luo was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I am half as good as you."
"Half twenty?"
"right."
At this moment, Jiang Li finally saw her face. She said with a sullen face: "Okay, I will give you my twenty yuan. I want to challenge you once."
"?"
A question mark slowly appeared on Lin Luo's head.
After waiting for a while, seeing that he made no move, Jiang Li could only remind him: "I just said that I wanted to challenge him once. I am now a guest."
"No, you can play if you want. You can do your own business and do whatever you want. Do you need to give me money?"
Lin Luo didn't understand what she was thinking. As he was talking, he saw two more people stopping in front of the wooden sign over there, and said, "Here comes someone. I'm going to greet you. If you want to play, find one by yourself." Let’s play at the empty table.”
Then he got up and ran over to greet the guests.
"Two beauties, do you want to challenge me?"
Watching this bitch run over to flatter me, a flattering smile appeared on his face again, and then compared with his attitude towards me just now...
Jiang Li clenched his fists again. I obviously gave him the money. I am also a guest...
Soon, Lin Luo used his sunny smile and enthusiastic service attitude to win over two businesses, and sat the two girls down at the table.
Forty dollars arrived.
He was about to go back and sit down, but when he passed the table where the mother and son were sitting, he was stopped.
"Hey, young man, come and see, does this mean we have failed the challenge?"
Lin Luo paused when he heard this, then leaned over to take a look. The mother and son, one wrote 298 instead of 298 when he had written more than 290, and the other made a mistake when he was just over 100.
This result is quite normal.
From writing one to five hundred, the process did not go wrong, without any modifications, and it seemed to be no difficulty.
But in fact, this challenge requires a lot of patience and concentration. If you are not careful at all, you will make mistakes.
Among ten people, there may be only one, or even none, who can succeed in the challenge.
Therefore, this transaction is guaranteed to make a profit without losing any money.
He made a regretful look, "Sister, this game seems simple, but it actually tests your concentration. I guess you didn't pay attention. Look, you made a mistake after only a hundred or so."
The woman didn't pay much attention, waving her hands and saying: "It's a mistake, it's okay. The two of us are just having fun. It's quite interesting."
Lin Luo smiled and said, "As long as you find it interesting, do you want to try again? Your son has written more than 200 and almost 300. He can achieve this result in the first time he writes. If he writes again, there is a high probability that he will be able to achieve this result. success."
The woman turned to her son and asked, "Do you want to write it again?"
"Um."
"Then let him write it again, and I won't come. It's quite tiring to write this."
The woman took out her mobile phone and scanned another twenty yuan for Lin Luo, then pointed to the wooden sign over there, "By the way, I wanted to ask when I first came here, who wrote the calligraphy on it? Did you write it?"
Hearing this, the two girls at the table over there also chatted, "Yes, 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 saw a girl wearing childish pajamas sitting inside. She was young and very beautiful, but she looked cold and had a serious face.
After being looked at by several eyes, she neither spoke nor nodded, she just looked back at each other with an expressionless face.
The atmosphere was a bit cold. One of the girls forced a smile and praised: "Wow, sister, you look several years younger than me. Why are you so good at calligraphy? That brush calligraphy is better than that of Chen from our liberal arts college." The professors write well.”
"...."
There was no response and the atmosphere became even colder.
Lin Luo had to come out to smooth things over at this time, "Well, she is autistic 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, then looked at Jiang Li again, with a look of pity on her face, and sighed: "The little girl is so young and can write so well in calligraphy, how come she has this disease?" , It’s really...ah..."
With a long sigh, she whispered to herself: "I was still thinking to see if she could teach my son calligraphy. Who knew that this would be the case..."
Faintly catching this soliloquy, Lin Luo lowered his head and glanced at the woman, his lips moved but he said nothing.
After eating several dishes and drinking like this, I started to dream in broad daylight. You still want the emperor to teach your son calligraphy. What are you thinking about?
And who is Professor Chen from the School of Liberal Arts? I don’t know him.
No matter what grade you are, you dare to come out and touch porcelain. This is the emperor's royal pen.
Even if he no longer has the title of emperor, his calligraphy skills are still first-rate.
It is difficult to judge the level of this hand in regular script in modern times, but in Daqi, it is a bit crazy to say that there is no equal in the world, but it is no lie to say that it ranks among the top five in the world.
Do you know what calligraphy is?
Tactical fallback.
