When Zhao Meiling got up in the morning, she had already brought a bowl of millet porridge to the table.

"Xiao Bai, I've had breakfast, there are hot buns in the pot." Zhao Meiling looked at Sang Bai with a smile.

Sang Bai was brushing his teeth when he heard this and spit out the foam in his mouth: "Mom, stop busy, I'll do it later. I'll sleep in and keep you busy, which is a bit unreasonable."

"Isn't it normal for young people to sleep in? Come and have a meal quickly, and see if you have a good meal," said Zhao Meiling.

Now Zhao Meiling looks at Sang Bai and looks so nice to her. She looks more friendly than her two sons. There is no way, this son-in-law understands her meaning very much.

Sang Bai quickly washed away the toothpaste foam from his mouth, washed the toothbrush and inserted it into the jar and placed it on the shelf, wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and walked out of the bathroom.

"Where is Dad?" Sang Bai stretched his head and looked into the room.

Zhao Meiling said: "Your father is an active person. You don't know that you went out to work early in the morning, and you don't know what you can do. You are still a person after decades..."

When talking about her husband, Zhao Meiling started nagging again. If it were Xia Shijie, Xia Yanqiu, Xia Weiguo and Xia Weijun were there, they would pick up the bowl and hide aside and eat it.

But Sang Bai didn't think Zhao Meiling was nagging at all. She held the bowl with one hand and held the chopsticks with the other hand, pulled the porridge into her mouth. From time to time, she looked up at her mother-in-law, with a smile on her face, and she could hear it carefully.

"Dad is a good habit. Besides, it's better than playing mahjong all the time," Sangbai said for his father-in-law.

Zhao Meiling said: "This is really true. Oh, I'll tell you, Xiaobai, don't gamble. There is a family in the east who likes to bet. In the end, even his father's life-saving money was gone. This bet would be awesome..."

"Don't worry, I don't have this hobby, and I dare not have this hobby, because I never like to count cards, and even if I play poker, I can't win a few games. Over time, I'll be no longer interested in playing these things."

This is not because Sang Bo boasted, but because he really doesn't like playing with these things.

Some people say that playing cards is relaxing, but Sang Bai didn't see it. He thought that relaxing means sleeping while lying down, or finding a regular place to squeeze your feet, loosen your bones, etc., and he was not interested in poker, Paijiu and other things at all.

From Sang Bo's personality, you can see that he is really not suitable for such games involving money and high-intensity work, because he is not like others who are still in a state of blood.

Seeing that Sang Bai had a bowl of porridge, Zhao Meiling said, "Eat something to eat! Can you hold on to such a bowl of porridge until noon?"

"Mom, I'm full, I still have something to do. I'm going to the post office to wait for a call. You can eat slowly. I won't wash the dishes with you today." Sang Bai put down the dishes and prepared to go out.

Zhao Meiling chased after her and saw Sang Bai riding on the car, so she shouted, "Will you come back for lunch?"

"Mom, I won't come back, I may have to go to the city."

The sound reached Zhao Meiling's ears, and the Sang Bairen was almost at the gate of the dormitory area.

"Meiling, is the son-in-law coming again?"

The neighbor pushed the door open and greeted Zhao Meiling: "You are so good son-in-law, I'll see you every few days."

"It's okay, Xiaobai is worry-free." Zhao Meiling was modest, but she felt very helpful. Now the entire factory's family area is inquiring, but who doesn't know that Zhao Meiling has a good son-in-law.

Sang Bai rode all the way to the post office, drove the car at the door of the post office, and lined up after entering, waiting for him to hang up one for Tokuma Suoke. After a few minutes, Tokuma called.

The two talked through the phone for a long time, but Sang Bo didn't understand what was wrong there. The phone was unexplained. Sang Bo sighed in his heart: It seems that he still has to go to RB.

Since this matter must be resolved in person, Sang Bai was quite straightforward and made an appointment with Tokuma Aosuke.

The two of them said that the time had been set, and Sang Bo hung up the phone.

After leaving the post office, Sang Bai rode his car to find his wife, put the car in the bus station, and took the car all the way to the city. When he arrived at Wujiaohua, he took a look and found that there were motorcycles, but there were too few varieties, there were only two types in total, one was red Happiness 250, and the other was Jialing CJ50.

Needless to say, Happiness 250 is too classic, but it is too big and heavy. Sangbai hopes that the car he bought is not only ridden by himself, but also by Xia Yanqiu, so there is only one option left, that is, Jialing CJ50.

This guy looks like the simplest small electric bike in the future, not the kind with pedals, but the kind that is close to the naked bicycle. He is a motorcycle that is extremely simple.

Although motorcycles are small, they are not cheap at all. One car costs about 1,000 yuan. The most important thing is not money. Money is really not omnipotent now. There are so many things that cannot be bought with money.

The most deadly thing is to ask for overseas Chinese coupons, which is the obstacle that many people can buy it.

There are naturally Sangbai, and Tao'er has exported to RB. The foreign trade department has exchanged US dollars for RMB, so it naturally has to compensate one or two overseas coupons. Otherwise, who would exchange US dollars at the official price? The black market can be exchanged for an additional 10-15%.

If you have a coupon, you will pay the money to pick up the car. Sangbai not only bought the car, but also brought an iron oil barrel. Sangbai really looked down on the small fuel tank of the motorcycle, for fear that a box of oil would return to the village and would have to push it out when the two came out.

He drove a motorcycle to kill all the pedestrians in seconds and came to the bus station, bought a ticket and returned to the county town. Because Xia Yanqiu became a regular, Sang Bai simply didn't ask for any connections, so he saved the three or two dollars. He took the bus from the city bus station and returned to the county town smoothly.

When we arrived at the county town, it was already past eight o'clock and it was already dark, so few people saw Sangbai buying a motorcycle.

After riding back to his father-in-law's house, Xia Shijie and the other two came out to take a look. They went back to the house within ten minutes. Sang Bai told Xia Yanqiu that he had been preparing to go to RB for two days.

"You go," Xia Yanqiu said.

Sanba said, "Don't you go together?"

What Sang Bai said meant was that you should not go to the bus station work. After going to RB with yourself, go back to Liushu Village directly. Isn’t it good for everyone to live and wait for death?

But Xia Yanqiu didn't think so. She knew that her family had money and that her lover could make money. However, she still wanted to go to work and wanted to find something to do, but she didn't want to waste her life when she was doing nothing at home.

Xia Yanqiu shook her head: "I won't go anymore. There are still a lot of things at work now. I know what you want to say, but what do I do when I go home and you can draw or something. I can't just think about three meals a day."

"Then it depends on you, but you promised me not to be too tired, and don't be like before. The old saying goes: People are bullied by others, and horses are ridden by others, which makes sense," said Sang Bai.

Xia Yanqiu smiled and said, "I understand."

"You can have fun with RB," Xia Yanqiu said.

Sang Bai sighed: "What's so fun about rb? It's better to have a baby at home as I mean."

Xia Yanqiu blushed and spat on Sang Bai: "I haven't seen any positive all day!"

Sang Bai laughed twice and reached out to take his wife to take a mouthful. Who knew that before his hand was stretched out, the mother-in-law called him.

"Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai!"

"Oh, here we come."

Xia Yanqiu laughed: "Your mother is asking you, go quickly."

Sang Bai had no choice but to go to the door lazily, and when he pulled the door, he immediately changed his face to a happy expression: "Mom, what's the matter?"

Zhao Meiling waved her hand at Sang Bai, and Sang Bai ran over happily.

After staying at my father-in-law's house for two days, waiting for the invitation letter from RB to come. Next, Sang Bai flew directly from Mingzhu to RB.

When I arrived at RB, Tokuma Suosuke came to pick up the plane himself, and all the food and accommodation were arranged properly.

Tokuma Sosuke arranged a lot of activities, but Sanba refused everything except for eating. It was not that Sanba pretended to be aloof, but that he didn't like these activities. He sang but had a bad voice and danced like a big lobster. Where can he play?

So the next day, Sanbai came to RB Blizzard Company.

The investment in RB Blizzard was Tokuma Aosuke, who received more than a dozen RB general agents from the game. Of course, this is the investment in the early stage, and the investment in the subsequent investment will be followed one after another, assuming that the games given by Sang Bo can make a fortune in the RB market.

However, Tokuma Aosuke was confident, so Sangbo naturally became more confident, because good games have been tested by history, and success is inevitable, let alone Sangbo was copied.

I suddenly heard that it was quite dazzling to acquire an RB game company, but there were too many small and medium-sized game companies like RB that could not be managed. To put it bluntly, the whole company only had a dozen or twenty people, and the houses and office supplies were rented, so I couldn't talk about any fixed assets or other things.

But Tokuma Aosuke is interested in this company because they are mediocre and have good skills.

The acquisition price brought by mediocrity is naturally low. Let’s put it this way, these employees of RB Blizzard are now losers in the industry, that is, losers.

Sangbai doesn't need a genius game designer, he needs an honest executor. Now these RB Blizzard employees obviously meet Sangbai's requirements. Their skills are very good, but their creativity is generally complementary to Sangbai.

At the beginning, these RB technicians were still a bit of that for Sang Bo, but when Tomima took out several sets of games, these people were convinced. This time, when Sang Bo took out the Three Kingdoms - the Devouring Heaven and Earth, these people immediately knelt down.

As a game practitioner, you can smell whether a game can bring profits with your butt. For the RB market of the Three Kingdoms, the Three Kingdoms is obviously a good topic to make money.

Sang Bai’s communication with these people was originally planned to last for three or two days, but it took only half a month in the end. During this period, Sang Bai, a shameless man, shamelessly took out "The Master of Chinese Primary School".
Chapter completed!