"Wang Dalang, let me speak with you?"

“Uh… OK.”

Listening to the other party's correct central official language, Wang Jiao felt a little stressed for no reason. After all, the other party seemed to be very formal and noble.

After traveling through time, he still didn't know what the hinterland of China looked like.

Especially after seeing the strange hybrid sailing ship and rail transit, he felt that this Tang Dynasty, which was modified by his predecessors of the Impotent Time Traveler, was simply magical.

Just now, although the guy opposite is wearing a long gown, he is clean and neat, all of which are of excellent texture. In his eyes, the textured clothes are naturally "antique".

There is a jade pendant hanging on the belt and a pounce on the head, which is very reasonable, but there is a pistol hanging next to the jade pendant... What does this mean?

He was definitely not afraid that the guy in front of him suddenly shot him, so he followed him to chat.

"Wang Dalang, please."

The waiting room at the west gate of the First Engineering School has been cleared, and the idle people are waiting outside. Lan Caishihe smiled angrily and said to Wang Jiao, "This time I came a bit abrupt, but it was also for a business."

"Secretary Lan, I am just a little security guard. Where can I do any business? I used to kill fish at the dock to make a living."

Wang Jiao, who looked honest and honest, spoke very sincerely. In Lan Caishi's eyes, he naturally felt that this trip was really right. If it was a little late, he might be snatched away by someone else.

A story like a erotic legend is certainly unpretentious, but it is sold well, especially if it is easy to sell "senior money" in a romantic place.

The so-called "field collection money" is a brothel or entertainment club that has received a erotic legend and specially adapted it.

Whether it is a storyteller or a group of fans to perform on stage, it is an excellent pastime for old clients who have money and have no place to go.

When Lan Caishi was still in his hometown in Guangxi, he was devoted to studying hard. After he started to write, he realized that the outside world was really wonderful.

Later, after becoming Lu Guimeng's personal secretary, I realized more and more that it was not just wonderful, it was colorful black...

He is only twenty-five and is not yet in his thirty years.

"Wang Dalang, I heard that the author of "The Concierge Qin Dalang" 'Mr. Nanhaijiao'... do you know?"

"Ah? Secretary Lan said that the bitch who had sores on his head and pus flowed from the soles of his feet, and did not pay for food after eating, and was elusive and owed a lot of debts to hide in Shanbei and come to the dock to steal things from time to time?"

“…”

Suddenly, she was stimulated by Wang Jiao's long list, and Lan Caishi shook his face: "This... Wang Dalang, are you sure you are talking about 'Mr. Nanhaijiao'?"

"He wrote meat, and paper and pen and paper were all stolen by me! I caught it and beat him up. Then he said, "I wrote something and sold it to pay off my debts! I took it, but I didn't see anyone after I sold it for 100 yuan! He also stole the ham from the stall! Secretary Lan, why am I here in Yigong School to die now? Isn't it because the stall can't be done anymore..."

After talking about it, Lan Caishi was frightened. After Wang Jiao’s description, the feelings of “Mr. Nanhaijiao” is a scumbag that cheats and steals everywhere?

And it’s hard to say that he is just a bad gambling man, which means he has the ability to do some writing skills to make a living.

The image of "Mr. Nanhaijiao" in my mind suddenly stood up. This was a vulgar and vulgar, unvirtuous but talented scum.

"Then can you contact him?"

"I'm also looking for him, Secretary Lan. The ham I stole is very expensive. Anyway, I feel that unless I work in a engineering school for a year and then sell it for money, I might be able to pay off the debt. I snatch his mother's. If I dare to show up, I will cut him into char siu, and I will snatch..."

“…”

Lan Caishi looked speechless and thought about finding "Mr. Nanhaijiao" from Wang Jiao. There was probably no show. Wang Jiao looked like a street gangster. If he found "Mr. Nanhaijiao", he might have to be entangled.

"But he stuffed the new meat document to the dock the day before yesterday. I really plan to sell it again. I finally have a little conscience when I pounce on the street, otherwise I will curse him to death."

The cursing Wang Jiao seemed to hate "Mr. Nanhaijiao", but Lan Caishi immediately grabbed a point. The "Mr. Nanhaijiao" did not seem to have intended to be slapped in debt, but was planning to write articles to sell money and then settle the account.

"He still wrote a text?"

"Why don't you write without writing, I'll kill him!"

“…”

Lan Caishi immediately shook his head. Street rustic bully like Wang Jiao is really boring to communicate.

It’s better to be a bad old man Lu Guimeng. He likes prostitution, but he likes prostitution, and his words are reasonable.

Wang Jiao in front of him was obviously a person who had never received education when he was a child, had no education and no quality.

"Wang Dalang, how about discussing things?"

"Uh... Secretary Lan, you said."

"If you meet 'Mr. Nanhaijiao' next time, you can tell him that the article is well written and you can come to Jinju Bookstore to discuss it in detail."

"Wow, Secretary Lan, can this puffy meat article be sold for a lot of money? Although I have never read books, I have heard that all the books in Jinju Bookstore can be sold for a lot of money! Can this puffy meat article be sold for 500 yuan?!"

"Five...5000 yuan..."

Looking at Wang Jiao's warm eyes, Lan Caishi thought about her planning to earn two thousand yuan. When you open your mouth, you will be five hundred yuan. Isn't your heart a little big?

Now Lan Caishi was also a little hesitant. He originally thought that as long as he could meet, it would be easy to send the author of "The Concert Qin Dalang" with his identity as a private secretary to Lu Guimeng for 100 yuan.

As a result, the problem is more troublesome now. Not only can we not see people, but we are also separated by one person. The most important thing is that this middleman clearly shows that he is of low quality and has no culture. It is useless to play with the clouds and mountains and mists.

Even if you show up some identity to intimidate, the other party was originally lying around at the bottom of the street. How bad can it be?

"Secretary Lan, don't you have five hundred yuan? Jinju Bookstore!"

Wang Jiao raised his voice, and then his eyes showed disgust without any concealment. It was obvious that he looked like a dignified Jinju Bookstore.

How could Lan Caishi bear it when he was despised by a local bully? He immediately said: "How can I talk about the five hundred yuan thing? Originally, I came here this time to find 'Mr. South Haijiao' and then buy it out for 800 yuan. Now that I can't contact you, I can only talk about it..."

"Stop talking about it, Secretary Lan! Eight hundred yuan! That's not even eight hundred yuan for sale, give it to me for 800 yuan, just give it to me for 800 yuan. He owes me money, so I'll just clear your money?"

“…”

Resisting the urge to kill Wang Jiao with one shot, Lan Caishi thought about it, and felt that what this guy said seemed to make some sense. After all, he was a private job, not the real business of Jinju Bookstore, so he asked: "How much money does 'Mr. Nanhaijiao' owe you?"

But Wang Jiao's eyes rolled, he smiled, rubbed his hands, nodded and looked at Lan Caishi: "It's more than 100,000 yuan."

“…”

Lan Cai Shiqing couldn't help but press his hand on the pistol.
Chapter completed!