"Hurry up! A prodigal girl!" When the little demon heard this, he pushed Geng Xiaocao out.

Sure enough, the grass went there and muttered for a while. Ling Dian laughed loudly, greeted him, served the pen, ink, paper and ink, and splashed ink, leaving behind a large word: Promote traditional culture and serve social development.

Although this is like a Taiguan, the word is really unspeakable, and it is both of them well-known!

There was a burst of admiration suddenly reminded me of the money, and I was so happy that I picked it up with my hands and handed it to the people next to me to frame it.

"Little Demon, right?" Ling Dian walked up to Xiao Demon and said, "This is a good thing. The city is preparing to find an incision to promote local culture. I think this is an opportunity. In this way, when I go back, I will tell the propaganda department and let the main newspapers promote it well. Then the city's propaganda department and various departments will focus on supporting your auction. What do you think?"

Damn! What else can I do!?

"Thank you, Minister Ling! Listen to yours." Xiao Yao said.

"Very good." Ling Dian looked at Biao and said, "I have another meeting to go to the house. Let me say goodbye first. Xiaocao, I will go to my house to play more when I have time in the future."

"Finish. Then we will kill a few games!"

"Your old man is still successful, your chess basket will collapse." Ling Dian laughed loudly and walked towards the door surrounded by a group of people.

After walking a few steps, Ling Dian suddenly turned around and asked Xiao Yao, "Little Yao, how old are you this year?"

"Ah!?" Xiao Yao was stunned and then said, "Sixteen."

"Sixteen. Haha, okay, okay. Then I'll feel relieved." Ling Dian nodded and went out.

These words made the little demon very depressed.

What do you mean!? Why do you ask me how old I am? And what can I feel so fucking relieved?!

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