That night, after the dinner at the official residence of the Administrative Office, Li Qiwang, director of the Secretary's Office, personally sent Lu Guimeng to the oldest guest house in Killing Longgang.

"Sir, do you want some sobering tea?"

Lan Caishi whispered to the drunk Lu Guimeng, the old man in his 80s, who would feel that he would die of drinking at any time when he got high.

But before Lan Caishi could react, he saw the old man sitting up suddenly, then wiped his face, picked up the cold white bloom on the coffee table, and then he got a "ton ton" and fucked it.

"When I got into your mother, I still want to drink my wine? When I was in Suzhou, these stupid eggs had not grown all their hair yet. Fuck you..."

Lu Guimeng, who was cursing, sat on the sofa and said, "Xiao Lan, go and take my diary, I want to write a diary."

“…”

"Go, why are you standing there?"

"oh."

The decoration of the hotel is relatively simple and has a little bit of Suzhou garden style. It was originally the son of Li Daoxing, the first governor of Jiaozhou.

After all, this place was not originally called Shalonggang, because of the whaling industry and shark fin production. Now, the Donggang Wharf, which is now the Donggang Wharf, is also known as the "Shayu Port". Shatong Shark, once was at the Donggang Wharf and has been in the county for more than ten or twenty years.

But that was all about the 60th year of Zhenguan. Everything has changed in more than two hundred years.

However, the hotel still maintains the appearance of a guest house, including rockery, courtyard, camphor trees, and acacia flowers, which are all things that the son of Li Daoxing, the former governor of Jiaozhou.

"Sir, diary."

"Um."

Nodding, Lu Guimeng bit off the pen, opened the diary, and wrote down the day's insights on it: Today is another good weather, and I probably never met a weather I don't like. People in the world have likes and dislikes. I should not be exceptional, but after thinking about it, there is no place to hate it. I think it is probably because I am very rich.

“…”

Lan Caishi, who was making tea on the side, just glanced at the content and almost broke his waist at a young age.

This old man is more than just bad!

It's simply bad!

Write a diary?!

Who writes a diary for a serious person?!

However, when she thought of pointing at this old man after making extra money, Lan Caishi had to take a deep breath to calm down his impulsive and depressed mood.

Too bad, really too bad.

"well……"

On the sofa, Lu Guimeng sighed, closed the diary, looked at the ceiling with heavy eyes, "If I could be like Zhang Zi in my life, I would be happy."

Bang!

Lan Caishi's hand slipped, and the tea cup with a bowl of tea fell directly on the tea table, then turned around for a few times, then fell to the ground. Fortunately, the room had carpets, which were all specialties from Guannan Province. They used ancient Persian techniques, and the colors were very exotic.

"I'm so fucked, how can you come out to do things with me like this?"

“…”

"There are several dinners tomorrow, please help me deal with them."

"yes."

"The section chief has pushed all the following."

"yes."

"That's a big deal. Tuiguitu, can you go to have a meal on my behalf."

"ah?"

"What? Small money is not money. If you want to get a card, we can't get it, we can't get it, and we can't get it?"

“…”

"Do you know that you have no future like this?"

“…”

It’s natural that the old man is bad, but I’m still blamed me?!

Lan Caishi looked depressed, but he was also a little expectant. The dinner at Longgang should not be too much for Jiaozhou, right?

When I was in Jiaozhou, Lan Caishi also took a few handicrafts, all of which were gilded.

The place of Killing Longgang is more prosperous than that of Jiaozhou, and the future is promising.

Thinking from another perspective, Lan Caishi's mood has improved a lot. He has a meal with the local snake in Killing Longgang, and then contacts the relationship. Will it be easy to do some private work then?

He had thought about it and he had to take down the book "The Concert Qin Dalang".

If you use it for yourself, Jiaozhou, Guangzhou, Quanzhou, Hangzhou, and Suzhou, just like these five places, you will be 100,000 copies per place. Even if you make a cent of silver for each book, it will be 10,000 copies.

There are additional expenses, including human relationships, and if you spend 8,000 yuan, then there are still two thousand left.

Now the salary paid by the old man is fifteen yuan a month, and the boss gives him another five yuan a month. The hard work fee is twenty yuan a month, and two hundred and four yuan a year.

Two thousand yuan will take ten years to make it!

This transaction must be done!

"The Concert Qin Dalang" must be won!

What's wrong with being annoying, being abusive, and being fucked, as long as you don't sell it in the capital, you're afraid of nothing.

Lan Caishi even thought about it. If the author of "The Concierge Qin Dalang" was poor, he would give him one hundred yuan. The other party would definitely be grateful and would not have to write it hard?

What if this is a little money, with his identity as Secretary Lu Guimeng, he would be a little scared, so would the other party have to submit?

It's so delicious.

The more Lan Caishi thought about it, the more he felt, and he felt that a beautiful life was right in front of him. He had never considered such a thing as returning to Guangxi to farm!

On the same night, Wang Jiao, who was counting money in the employee dormitory of an engineering school, looked vulgar and said, "Hehe, it's okay, it's okay..."

"Don't be okay, Brother Wang, we brothers need ten sets in total, and the eighth-grade boss wants twenty sets. I heard that the ninth-grade boss is planning to buy them. Don't bring us money here at that time, you don't have any books."

"Don't worry, I'm a new little security guard who can cheat you guys, and you can still deceive you guys, seeds?"

"Okay! With Brother Wang's words, we will feel relieved!"

"By the way, Brother Wang, there is a big brother on the 'Quanzhong Society'. He will go to Haikou to see the Seventh Master in a few days. I want to bring some here. The price is easy to negotiate."

"How much do I want? I'm afraid I can't stand it."

"There are too many people in Haikou, so I must have a lot of people. Can Brother Wang think of a solution?"

"Just kidding, I am a god, I am a security guard and not a secretary of the Administrative Office. I have no way to print such things, but I just happened to encounter such a little business at the dock, by the way!"

"Brother Wang, you must be flexible in business. You have to print less in other places and dare not print them. You can print them in school!"

A young man said and reminded Wang Jiao, "Brother Wang, the school has its own printing room. We used to burn it with fire, but now it can be completely utilized by waste."

“…”

Damn, you guys, are the printing room waste utilization?!

What made Wang Jiao even more unable to complain was that the manuscripts he had at hand were actually printed from the mimeograph room of Yigong Academy.

However, after listening to the suggestion of the young man in spirit, Wang Jiao's eyes lit up. If this is the case, if something happens one day, will someone take the blame?
Chapter completed!