"Wang Dalang, please come on, come on..."

I had a drink of Guangzhou sweet wine, but it was specially made of ice.

Mao Ge first put Wang Jiao, then poured himself a cup, "Wang Dalang, let's do it first, please."

After drinking it all, the half-liang wine cup sucked it, and the bottom of the cup was empty. Then he did not urge Wang Jiao, but picked up the chopsticks, picked up two peanuts with great flavor, then lit the chopsticks and said with some emotion, "Wang Dalang, according to what Zhang Zi said, this big explosion of cultural works should have appeared fifty years ago. Why didn't this... come?"

“…”

How can I know about this?

Wang Jiao thought, this time traveler was simply painting big cakes, all walks of life and field, and it was just a singular sensation.

I blew a big balloon, like a charlatan. In one word, it was like what should be done in two hundred and fifty years. It didn’t appear? It didn’t care about me. It was not my problem. It was not my problem for you to come.

You trash.

How can the elites of the times think they are waste?

Even a weird guy like Brother Liu, he would curse himself when he drank, but if he wanted to ask him to go back to do water and electricity, he would hold an old boat ticket at that time and go to the black water to polish his last youth.

The elites of professional skills and the elites among the rulers may not overlap, and the latter is more often just human spirits.

What made Wang Jiao even more terrified was that in his opinion, monsters like Ji Tianxia should be like fish in the officialdom.

But something happened. A monster like Ji Tianxia didn't even get involved in the officialdom and stared at the money.

Is this like a human spirit?

It looks like Yazi is not very smart~~

But Wang Jiao knew that it was okay to look at people and professions on his own. He wanted to find out the depth of the situation, but there was no chance.

Ji Tianxia doesn't seem to understand. If he doesn't seem to understand, it only means that the officialdom... or the benefits he produces in the officialdom where he is, are not enough for Ji Tianxia.

Judging from the input-output efficiency ratio, Ji Tianxia did not plan to become an official in Wuhan, Mianzhou, or Xiangyang or somewhere.

After going south, Wang Jiao felt that this guy was not only a rich man, but also a cruel man among the ruthless people, and werewolves were rubbed.

Let the young followers pretend to be themselves and then use the information gap to obtain more valuable information. This operation...

Wang Jiao feels that he is still too shallow in the world of martial arts. Many things that move their fingers in the information age require a lot of money to verify in this era.

Of course, if he is a big shot, there is no cost or not in this matter.

But the question is...isn't he a big shot yet?

After thinking about it, the big holes dug out by the time traveler are powder kegs, and they will explode one day.

Looking at the rough history books, these three hundred years of history, or more than two hundred years of history, are the top elites from generation to generation, and they are the ones in exchange for the ruling parties.

The rulers of the Emperor Tang Dynasty must both suppress and cleverly compromise, and postpone the most violent conflict as much as possible.

Delaying one generation is a generation, and one generation of powerful people has its own responsibilities.

The ruling parties are constantly changing and are also absorbing fresh blood.

And these fresh blood are the rebels and generations of mad dogs created by the time traveler seniors.

The rebels became a new ruling faction and would use more cruel means to suppress the more violent new rebels; similarly, since they started with rebellion, they naturally understood more clearly that they should use softer and more clever methods to resolve the crisis.

Buy, win over, compromise, connect... As long as you can differentiate and suppress, there is nothing that cannot be used.

The new cabinet replaced the old cabinet, the new Jinzuoyuan replaced the old Jinzuoyuan, and the canteen where a thousand powerful people ate to eat replaced the corridor outside the Luoyang Palace gate where a hundred powerful people ate to eat...

I have a tacit understanding of painting a big cake that has been on stage for more than two hundred years.

Wang Jiao changed his mind and thought about it for a while, and then he felt that this was really sexy.

Until now, even those who play art can't continue to be slutty. I think this is not enough and I have to change it. Only then did the storm of the storm of the Dragon Port have to kill the dragon...

I'm stepping on the thunder.

He silently complained in his heart, looked at Mao Ge's excited eyes, and thought that it would be better for this guy not to play with pens or join the army, nor should he make trouble with the beer can...

There is no beer in Killinglonggang?

That's all right.

"This work is rare, as Mao saw it..."

Mao Ge looked at Wang Jiao with a smile, "That is the author who lacks imagination and is imaginative."

“…”

Is this the author's business? It's okay if you just edit a lunar adventure now. It has something to do with the author.

Without a mass base, who is fucking willing to see you in the stars and seas?

Why is "Mr. Nanhaijiao" focused on Xiao Huangwen without wavering?

Because the local bullies who killed Longgang were just like this.

Writing a little yellow article can make money, take care of your younger brother, and support workers. This is a business that can be done.

Space Opera?

If you are an opera that is not dressed, it will definitely not be bad at the box office.

But the problem is that the girls in Bingshi Street can't play this job.

"Mr. Mao will definitely find a high-quality author."

Responding to Mao Ge perfunctorily, Wang Jiao thought to himself: Although this guy looks like a kid, he is also dishonest and has not explained his foundation clearly. Maybe even if he is not as cloudy as Ji Tianxia, ​​he will not be much worse.

A fool is bad, but a fool isn't it bad?

Wang Jiao now sees everyone in chaos, either wanting to riot or spreading fire.

If Mao Ge said he wanted to act like a "Star Fire", where would he make sense?

Anyway, he doesn't take Mao Ge's words, even if Mao Ge looks like a very easy-to-scam Kaizi now.

At the beginning, he thought that "Ji Tianxia" was gentle and gentle, but it didn't look like Tang Yunfei said. He was a senior brother who wanted to castrate his younger brother at any time.

As a result, a rare beast more than two meters away, and there are many thieves...

I can't play, I can't play.

Wang Jiao was determined to pretend to be stupid and pretend to be dead, not to put everything in words, and not to make promises immediately.

If there is something wrong, the husband is alive, he has to find the husband to make an idea; if the husband and wife work together, I have to discuss with my wife first.

This is also a good habit when Wang Jiao was working as a security guard before traveling. In short, in short: 1. The owner said everything right; 2. The captain said it very well; 3. I am new and not familiar with the situation...

"Shengdalang Jiyan, Chengdalang Jiyan."

Mao Ge seemed not to understand Wang Jiao's perfunctory behavior, but continued with a smile, "Dalang, have you decided to go to which university you are here?"

"Well, Mr. Mao, I am a local gangster in Kill Longgang. I know this wherever I go. I listen to my husband's school wherever I go and wherever I go. I will go wherever my husband told me."

“…”

Mao Ge, who was choked, naturally couldn't continue to ask questions. After all, Ren Wang respected his teachers so much and was a filial pupil!

"Dalang, whether it is going to Chang'an or Luoyang, as long as Dalang goes, there is also this society in this school. Mao still has a little bit of a thin line in the opera club in the two capitals. With Dalang's ability, he must be the backbone!"

"Mr. Mao said, I also want to see the world, but my wife said that after getting married, she will have to start a career in the future. My wife said that studying medicine or a normal school is easy to find a job and will be decent in the future. If I join an opera club, my wife may get angry."

As he said that, Wang Jiao looked worried, "Mr. Mao, my wife's uncle, but the police... Director Liu, President Liu."

“…”

Mao Ge suddenly looked like a dog. When he talked to Wang Jiao, he felt that this young man was very talented. If he was creating together, he would be a talent.

But now I see, there are problems with each other.

What's going on?!

But Wang Jiao was very calm in his heart: I don’t know your roots. Today you make an opera, but tomorrow you say you want to play Yang Bailao. Then I’m dead?
Chapter completed!