Xia Weiguo, who was gnawing on the melon, opened his mouth and said, "Brother-in-law, the painting you painted is so ugly!"

"What painting?" Sang Bai asked.

Xia Weiguodao: "It's the painting you put on the table. Whatever you draw, the primary school students who have taken art classes are better than you."

After hearing what Xia Weiguo said, Sang Bai understood. The boy saw the drawings he placed on the table.

As for what they were painting, these people naturally don’t know.

But Sang Bo knows it, if someone comes here again, he will definitely know it too.

The man saw the things on Sangbai table and cursed: You are so shameless, I came here to copy "Slam Dunk"!

Right.

The famous "Slam Dunk" is drawn on the table of Sang Bai.

As for what to do in the future, it is not something that Sanbashi can consider. Anyway, he likes it or the idol he labels it as, and he is in trouble in line!

Let me put it this way, as long as it is what Sang Bo likes, as long as it is something that Sang Bo thinks can plagiarize and can easily make money, and satisfy his bad taste as a time traveler, Sang Bo will not let it go.

Blizzard is already 'dead'.

Do you think people like Sanbashi care about one more Hikatsuki Inoue?

Comrade Inoue Hikatsuki doesn’t need to complain, because he is no longer the most unlucky for the victims list now, and the most unlucky one should be the RB game dealer!

Why?

Because on the first day of his return, Sang Bai found a game console from the space. He used to spend about 90 yuan on JD.com, four hundred and one treasure in the palm!

The handheld machine released by Xiaobawang is indeed: Xiaobawang is full of fun!

I won’t talk about this power, the double dragon intercept, the tank battle, and the legend of Cao Cao in the Three Kingdoms.

The most famous of them are Mario and Conra.

Say important things three times, Contra! Contra! Contra!

I'll do the important things three times again: Tetris! Tetris! Tetris!

Since this evil taste of plagiarism emerged, Sang Bo has been unable to resist his own thoughts. He doesn't like to show up in public, but is there any old otaku in this world that is more suitable for a manga and game industry than a game industry?

Anyway, Sang Bai couldn't imagine that he could not imagine that he could not only stay in Liushu Village, but also satisfy his bad tastes, but also block the career of others' success.

So a few days ago, Sang Bai took a telegram to Guo Changyou, asking him to ask Tokuma Aosuke to scan all the RB games he could buy on the market for himself, or the information that was not released was also available.

It’s not that Sang Bai wants to get a comparison, which game can be taken out? Even if Sang Bai doesn’t recognize words, he can still recognize the production dates brought by the game. There are also producers. This thing is more reliable than Baidu Encyclopedia.

Of course, the too famous Sanbo himself knew that it was Tetris. Don’t think of this name in this era. If Sanbo was let go of the game that was born in 1984, wouldn’t it be in 1982?

But one thing has to be said that Xia Weiguo is very sensible, and Sang Bai's painting style is really bad. A person who is a kindergarten art class is the best at picking up a paintbrush and the things he paints are really not very good.

It was just drawn according to the comics in the space. If there were no books, Sakuragi Hanamichi's appearance would probably be more impressive than Feng Jie.

But Sangbai felt that he still had time to improve, so he was preparing to go to a domestic comic studio to take a look and learn.

The best comic base in China is now established, except for Mingzhu Art Film Studio, no one dares to say that he is the number one.

In Sang Bai's heart, Ming Meiying is the source of the national style. Unfortunately, it has been a dynasty. The legendary studio that produced a series of legendary legends such as "Nezha's Sea", "The Great Trouble of Heavenly Palace", "The Story of Heavenly Book", "Three Monks", "Nine-Colored Deer", etc., has no successor in the wave of reform.

As for the later "I'm a Crazy Song", is it still the level of Ming Meiying? Can you believe that such things can be produced in 64 years as a palace-level art factory like "The Great Stories of Heaven"?

Sangbai didn't want to save anything, but Sangbai felt that he had to do something. It would be good to add a brick to this country without affecting his life.

In society, I am afraid that shameless people will find great excuses for themselves.

Just like there is a movie in the future. The heroine is obviously a slut, but the director puts a layer of Virgin halo on the heroine - for education and for students, the heroine slept with a series of men!

I don’t know where to sleep with a man. For the sake of education, if you feel good about your feelings, you will be happy with education? The director’s three views and imagination are admirable.

Sang Bai is the same now. With this spirit, he immediately feels that plagiarism is no longer embarrassing, and his walking is full of wind. His spiritual level is sublimated (he has thicker skin).

"That's because you are not at the same level!" Sang Bai's face was not red and he was not breathing.

Xia Weiguo blinked his eyes. He was a little blindly following his grandfather now, and he didn't understand that he must have not reached his brother-in-law's level.

So he nodded, lowered his head and continued to chew on the honeydew melon. When he reached the root, he stuffed the root directly into Qiuhu's mouth.

Autumn Harvest is a good baby, and he doesn't dislike Xia Weiguo's mouth at all, chewing it.

"I will go to Hong Kong City in two days," said Sang Bo.

"What are you doing?" Xia Weiguo said.

"patent!"

"What is the use of this patent called?" Xia Weijun was a little confused.

"Print money!"

Sanber's explanation is violent.

Xia Weiguodao: "Can this thing print money?"

"Well, a lot of money." Sangbai slowly gnawed the honeydew melon.

When the two brother-in-law heard this, their brother-in-law said that it would be more than 700,000 yuan, because they didn't take a look at each other after receiving 700,000 yuan. It didn't seem like they almost fainted when they both breathed a sigh of relief.

“How many can it be?”

The two brothers-in-law were very curious.

Sangbai said: "Buried you two! It's heavier than you two"

"My mother, there are so many. By the way, brother-in-law, how much can gold heavier than us be exchanged for?" Xia Weiguo asked.

Sanbo: "...I don't know either!"

Well!

The three brothers brought the autumn harvest to continue eating melons.

On the third day, Sangbai set out to Hong Kong City. This time he went alone and came back in about a week.

Sangbai is another enjoyable person. As long as he has money in his pocket, he will not save money to stay in a small hotel. So after all, more than half of the 700,000 Sangbai’s hand spent.

Fortunately, the new manuscript fee for the printing factory has arrived, and Sang Bai's waist has become more abundant.

After almost a week of returning home, the peach box was sent over, and Sangbai took everyone to pick peaches.

After working hard all day, Sang Bai and his two brother-in-law picked about twenty baskets of peaches. Don’t underestimate these twenty baskets. The three of them became tired as dogs.

Because it is difficult to pick this peach without scissors. You have to use a hand wearing pure cotton gloves to pick it up. You can't speak when picking it, and you can't let the spit touch the peaches. If any saliva touches the peaches, just put it overnight. If the peach is placed in a basket, the basket of peaches will rot completely.

In order to prevent saliva, all three of them wore masks.

After picking it, they must be put into the packaging box immediately. Each peach is packed with a box. Three people will pick four or five hundred or five hundred pounds a day.

"I said brother-in-law, there is no need to do this, just pick a peach. Look, our faces are soaked in sweat all day long," said Xia Weijun.

Xia Weiguo also said: "Yes, brother-in-law, you have too high requirements. Look at how much sweat we can pour out a pound of sweat from our boots in the whole day."

Sang Bai didn't even look at his two brother-in-law: "Do you think I'll hire you to play for twenty yuan a day? If you don't want to do it, or if you pick the peaches and rot, be careful to deduct your salary!"

The job of picking peaches is hard, and these two boys don’t have to complain about Sang Bo, but the old saying goes, it’s hard to make money and shit. If the salary is twenty yuan a day, why should Sang Bo pay such a high? Even his brother-in-law doesn’t give such a high salary.

Xia Weiguo and Xia Weijun muttered, but they didn't hear anything clearly. Anyway, they just complained.

Sang Bai was so tired that he didn't want to talk. The weather was hot and he had been working for another day. The three of them didn't want to eat any oily food. They made a few cucumbers and tomatoes each, took a cooler, and then went back to the house and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Sang Bai had just woken up when he heard Da Feng shouting outside the door: "Brother Sang Bai, Brother Sang Bai!"

"What's the matter? I'm irritable early in the morning?" Sangbai said.

Dafeng, who arrived at the door, pushed open the door and gasped: "Brother Sangbai, our peaches are rotten!

"Oh! Have you used all the things I gave you?" Sangbai asked.

This was long as Sang Bai expected. If these villagers could do what Sang Bai said, it would have been a mystery.

"Pressed..." Dafeng said the more he spoke, the lower his voice became.

Sang Bai wiped his face, then he went to his side room with big phoenixes and took a look: "Here, this is what our family picked! After the peaches were taken down from the fruit tree, they were placed directly in the box, and put the covers on the covers and put them in the baskets one by one to transport them back. What is your family doing?"

Dafeng said: "We..."

When Sang Bai stared at him, Dafeng couldn't tell himself, but said, "The villagers are like this at home. All the peaches picked one day yesterday were rotten."

Sangbai said: "That must have not come as I asked! Let's go and see!"

So Sangbai followed Dafeng back to the village.

The peaches picked by the villages were placed in the newly built large tile house of Lu Qingju’s family, and there were several houses in one, which happened to be seven or eight houses.

When Sang Bai walked to the house where Lu Qingyao's house was placed, he suddenly found that the peaches picked by Lu Qingyao's house were the same as his own, and they were not rotten.

"Master Lu Er, you can!" Sang Bai praised.

Lu Qingyao smiled and said, "It's not me, it's my Xiaoyu and Xiaole who have high requirements and are covered with strong people. Do you see..."

Sang Bai glanced at the two girls and found that there were obvious mask marks on the faces of the two girls.

The two girls who were praised by their father and who had changed from Da Ya Er Ya to Xiao Yu Xiao Le were very happy and grinned and cheered.

"We just picked one by one, and the peaches are all money. If we don't care, then my father will have no money to buy food for us," Xiaole said sternly.

Lu Qingyao was also very proud. In the whole village, except for the cypress, his peaches were not rotten.

"No peaches, daddy also bought you delicious food." Lu Qingyao reached out and stroked Xiaole's head.

Soon the villagers surrounded him and saw the peaches from Lu Qingyao's family, everyone stopped saying anything. They beat their chests and stamped their feet and said that they would pick them well today.

Many people are lucky and think it's okay to be casual. Who would have thought that reality gave them a big slap?

Today, the rotten peaches alone earn hundreds of yuan. In addition to the box, who doesn’t feel distressed?

Peaches were paid in advance by Sangbai. Every peach is now collected at tricent. Of course, it is not the price when it is sold. Moreover, the market reacts for the first time. I don’t know what the market’s reaction is. I guess these peaches can be sold for half of them, and Sangbai will wake up with a smile.

I really want to make the reputation of the exiled immortal Tao out, Sang Bai is going to take two or three years.

Sang Bo is preparing to lose money at this time. Of course, this plan did not tell the villagers because the little money in their pockets was not enough to lose money, and it could not support Sang Bo's plan.
Chapter completed!