Shengshibaojian

"Shen Qiu, you are dead! You are the one who found these black fans! You are dead for this National Master Ranking Competition! If I, Zheng Guangrong, kill you, I will swear that you will not be a human being! I will face everyone Here, I'll beat you to pieces! Kneel down and call me daddy! Kick, kick! Kick out all the black fans who speak for Shen Qiu! Not a single one will be left behind! Ahhhh..."

Zheng Guangrong's administrator in the live broadcast room kicked out more than a dozen black fans in a row.

"Zheng Guangrong, what kind of a thing are you! I was not a fan of anyone, but I just can't understand your arrogance! What are you arrogant about? Shen Qiu didn't say anything, and you are here alone. Cursing, you are doomed not to be a master of the National Teacher List at your level! You don't even have the qualifications to carry Shen Qiu's shoes!"

"Little brat knows how to eat and drink here, hug beautiful women to sleep with Internet celebrities, and doesn't have the demeanor of a treasure appraiser at all! Even if you are a golden pupil, so what, after all, it's not God who rewards you with food. To die, I bet 100 yuan that this idiot will never become a master of the national teacher list, if he can become a master, I will live broadcast Chixiang!"

All kinds of abuse barrages swept in like a storm, and Zheng Guangrong's face turned green when he glanced at the screen.

In the blink of an eye, the number of fans in the live broadcast room has soared to more than 100, which is more than Zheng Guangrong's fan group, but almost all of these more than 100 million fans are here to scold Zheng Guangrong, most of them are Shen Qiu Fans, after all, Shen Qiu didn't open a live broadcast account, the fans felt a fire in their hearts, and they all vented on Zheng Guangrong.

In the end, the live broadcast lasted less than 10 minutes. Before Zheng Guangrong had finished his meal, the live broadcast room was blocked by the platform for suspected unhealthy speech and illegal speech.

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Qingfeng Garden in the early morning.

The early morning shop in Qingfengyuan was opened before the sun was fully lit, and all the old Yanjing snacks were laid out one by one, such as hot soybean milk, fried golden burnt rings, crunchy enema, and a bowl of Sticky fried liver, this old Yanjing's standard morning tea is all right.

The old scholar would come to Qingfeng Garden to have an authentic Yanjing morning tea almost every morning, even if one eye was injured now, it would not delay his well-being.

Many diners around are old acquaintances, and when they saw the old scholar, they greeted the old scholar enthusiastically: "Yo! The old scholar is having morning tea! Tomorrow is the National Teacher Ranking Competition! I heard that both Shen Qiu and Qin Qingyu signed up for it at the same time. Did you enter the national teacher list competition? You are going to do both, and win the championship and runner-up positions at the same time!"

"I can't! I just hope that both Shen Qiu and Qin Qingyu can perform at their normal level! Hehe!"

"By the way, old scholar, what do you think of Zheng Tiancai with the golden pupil? They say that he is the seed player with the greatest chance of winning this year! What do you think Shen Qiu's chances of winning against him are, after all, Shen Qiu is currently a seventh-rank grandmaster Now, in terms of cultivation level, Shen Qiu is going to be slightly better than Zheng Tiancai!"

The old scholar took a sip of the dish and sighed: "In fact, at this point, the level of the masters of appreciating treasures is not the most important thing. What is tested in the end of Doubao is the masters' patience, determination, and on-the-spot performance. Qiu or Zheng Guangrong, whoever can keep a calm head and clear thinking at the critical moment will be the final winner of this National Teacher Ranking Competition!"

"is it?"

Just as the old scholar was talking, an old man with a peaked cap sat down across from his dining table.

The old man wore a peaked cap, a pair of sunglasses on his eye sockets, and a mask that was tightly wrapped. He brought a set plate and sat down opposite the old scholar. A plate, a bowl of stewed in the door frame, and a plate of steaming steamed buns stuffed with pork.

The old man ordered food, but he didn't take off his mask. He gave the old scholar a meaningful look, and especially handed over the delicious stewed beef in front of him.

"As the saying goes, old age has something to rely on, and old age has enlightenment. When you are old, you should enjoy the happiness. Eat a mouthful of strong stewed beef, drink a mouthful of fragrant wine, and taste all kinds of life. Isn't he delicious? ?”

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, Lan Shenghua frowned involuntarily. This voice was very familiar to him. It had resounded in his ears more than ten years ago. Even though so many years had passed, he was still able to accurately Identify this person, this is none other than the first family of Yanjing, the head of the Mao family, Boss Mao.

Back then, Boss Mao also used such a gesture to lure him into the Grandmaster Alliance.

They are all veterans in this industry. As soon as Boss Mao said this, the old scholar knew what he meant. The opposite party was obviously aimed at Zheng Guangrong. He wanted to win Zheng Guangrong over. I know it well.

One wanted to use him to gain a firm foothold and expand the influence of the family, while the other wanted Huang Jintong to go on the right path and be a good person.

The ages of the two old men seem to be almost the same, but their respective goals are two parallel lines, which can never meet together.

The old scholar smiled lightly, and he pushed away the plate of sauced beef in front of him: "I'm sorry! Although the stewed beef here is authentic, it's not my dish. I still like the burnt rings and soybean juice here! It's cheap and cheap. The taste is authentic, but in the final analysis, there is a gap between the two classes. The rich do not understand the happiness of the poor, and the poor do not understand the superiority of the rich! I like the taste of Qingfengyuan. I can't change it for the rest of my life!"

"Hehe! Yes, yes, it makes sense!"

Boss Mao nodded and said, "To tell you the truth, although I am also from Yanjing, I haven't tasted soy milk until now!"

He picked up his chopsticks and dipped a piece in the bowl of the old scholar, and just leaned over the mask and sniffed it, then shook his head and put it down: "This thing is really unpleasant, it smells bad! I still think the sauced beef here is A must, old friend! The sauced beef is ordered for you, I hope you can enjoy it, we are the masters who should retire according to the age of service, and some things are almost as good as mouth addiction , If you really stretch out your hand, it's a small thing to get all over your body, but don't take your old life on it! It's not worth it!"

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The old scholar reached out his hand to block the set meal in time, and put the set set plate in the middle of the table: "The ancients said that a gentleman does not eat cheap food. Although I am not a magnanimous gentleman, old man, I also don't like to eat sauced beef delivered to my door." , take the sauced beef back! You can have lunch as soon as you go back!"

Boss Mao called it an old buddy instead: "Old buddy, what you said, we are almost at the end of our lives, why should we fight openly and covertly? It's not worth it!"

"Old friend, I'm begging you. You've been doing shameless things all your life. When you're done, just accumulate some virtue and do some human things! Such a baby will come out in 1000 years, and you're willing to ruin it like this." him?"

"Old man, you have said that it is a treasure. The treasure should make the best use of it and give full play to its own light. If it doesn't shine, it is a ghost weapon! It should be buried in the loess!"

The old scholar raised his head, his gaze extremely firm: "Then don't blame me, I'll take care of this business, and I won't let you ruin him!"

"Old scholar, do you think I dare not touch you? I didn't touch you more than ten years ago because you were obedient. Now that you're old, you're relying on your old self to sell you. I can still send you to see the King of Hades!"

The old scholar didn't take it seriously at all: "Let's try it, it doesn't matter if I die, but I will definitely hold you back! Do you think I don't know who you are if you wear a hat and a mask? In fact, I probably already guessed your identity as Who is it!"

The old scholar leaned in front of him and opened his mouth to say his name.

Boss Mao was obviously taken aback. Although his face was covered tightly, he could still see the shock on his expression. He probably didn't expect the old scholar to really call out his real name.

"How did you know?"

"People are doing what the sky is watching. If you want people to know, you have to do nothing. The moment my old scholar stepped on the road to Huangquan is also the moment you are buried with me!"

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