One hundred and ninetieth eight chapters cattle powder
"Uncle, what's wrong with your face?"
"Uh, it's okay. I accidentally used a little too much force when I swatted the mosquitoes, haha..."
Meng Lang smiled dryly and put another piece of pork with pickled vegetables into the bowl.
It's rare that Lin Haitang cooks tonight. This plum and cabbage pork belly is bright red in color and crispy in texture. It's fat but not greasy when you bite it. It leaves a fragrant aroma in your mouth. It's a delicacy in the world.
This is the price to pay...it's a bit high...
"Really? Then you are very cruel to yourself!
You are walking in the rain and dying together with mosquitoes. You are either a tremor or your brain is flooded!"
Yan Weiwei gritted her small steel teeth and stared at Meng Lang fiercely.
What's wrong with feeling down?
When you are feeling down, you just let yourself get wet in the rain, but you still want to hug me when you are sad? Are you crazy?
Meng Lang could only laugh dryly.
What can i say?
Can I just say that the hug was a pure embrace of joy and gratitude?
No! Strictly speaking, that hug has nothing to do with me!
Brother, next time you come to me, can you pay attention to your strategy?
Are you reminiscing about the past? You are a typical hooligan!
I know you are a little excited to see your old friend come back from the dead, but you have to look at the occasion. There is a gap between ideals and reality!
You can look back on the road, but you can't walk back!
She is in your memory, but you are not in her memory. A slap can't make a difference, do you understand?
In the end, I have to count my face...
Meng Lang couldn't help but feel a little sad.
In the end, I still resisted everything by myself...
Memories are all good.
Beautiful yet cruel...
…
"one more bowl!"
Meng Lang, who turned his grief and anger into appetite, decided to use the power of delicious food to soothe his injured young heart.
"Didn't you say that he is not in a good mental state? I think he has a good appetite?"
Lin Haitang on the side looked at Meng Lang devouring his food, looking intoxicated, and whispered to Yan Weiwei.
"How has his mental state improved? This guy is definitely not normal! Judging from his performance, it is probably a precursor to depression and madness." Yan Weiwei curled her lips.
Lin Haitang gave her a strange look.
It was you who begged him to come in to eat, and it was you who looked bitter and resentful.
Compared to him, you look more abnormal...
"Ahem! I'm full!"
Seeing Lin Haitang staring at her with a strange look on her face, Yan Weiwei quickly put down her bowl with some guilt and excused herself to go to the sofa to watch TV.
As a result, as soon as I turned on the TV, a classic Korean drama bloody scene popped up...
The male pig's feet and the female pig's feet hug each other tightly.
"Promise me not to leave me, okay?"
"Fool, how could I leave you."
Yan Weiwei: "..."
My face turned red inexplicably...
…
"Huh~"
After enjoying a long-awaited meal, Meng Lang patted his belly and let out a long sigh of relief.
Although the price is a bit heavy, it is great to be able to eat in a serious manner.
This is life...
Seeing her sister put away the bowl and quickly left the dining table, Xiaoyu couldn't help but leaned over and asked curiously.
"Uncle, how did you convince Sister Weiwei to become a lobbyist?"
"Uh...this..."
The process is very pornographic and violent. You are still young, so I won’t go into details.
"Children, don't pry into adults' matters! If you ask, the mountain man has his own clever ideas!"
Xiaoyu curled her lips, then seemed to think of something, "By the way, uncle, let me show you something!"
Xiaoyu ran back to her room, and when she came out again, she had a photo in her hand.
"What's this?"
"Hehe! Chaoge's autographed photo."
"Oh~" Meng Lang was a little confused, "Are you his fan too?"
"Yes, I really like listening to his songs." Xiaoyu smiled.
"So I want to sell it. Uncle, how much do you think this signature can sell for?"
rash:"……"
Meng Lang was speechless when he looked at Xiao Yu, who looked like a money fan.
Do you have any misunderstanding about the word fan?
Besides, autographs from celebrities are so common nowadays, how much can they be worth if they are so full?
But looking at Xiaoyu's expectant look, she still couldn't bear to hurt her.
Isn’t it just a signed photo, digested internally?
"It just so happens that I have a friend whose sister is also a fan of his, so she should be interested, so I'll take care of it." Meng Lang took the signed photo.
Duan Xiaoyi looked like a fan girl who couldn't wait to lick the screen last time. She is definitely a true and die-hard fan. She won't sell her out, so she just treats it as a favor.
By the way...does this count as repaying evil with kindness?
"That's great, uncle, please help me ask a few more questions, um... I still have a few copies in my hand... Hehe!" Xiaoyu smiled rather embarrassedly.
"More?" Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.
"how much do you have?"
"Not much, only 15 servings."
rash:"……"
Are you a scalper fan...
"Xiaoyu, if you want to make money, you can wait until you are an adult. Your task now is to study hard.
You see, there is still a war in Afghanistan, African children are still hungry, and the great mountains and rivers of our motherland are still waiting for your contribution."
Meng Lang spoke with great emphasis.
Isn't this putting the cart before the horse by wasting your precious study time for just a few hundred dollars?
Are we the ones who are short of that little money?
The salary my uncle will give you in the future will be more than this!
"Isn't that just to win the prize?" Xiao Yu muttered in a low voice.
"What did you say?"
When Xiaoyu explained the whole story, Meng Lang couldn't laugh or cry.
"Uncle, if this autograph cannot be sold, I will probably go bankrupt. The cheapest handheld game console sold online costs one or two hundred." Xiaoyu said pitifully.
Meng Lang was touched and amused at the same time.
"You know you're likely to go bankrupt and you still accept it?"
"Then I'm not collecting randomly. I've learned about the market in advance. I heard that Chaoge's autograph is quite valuable..." Xiaoyu said weakly.
Have you learned about the market situation in advance? You have done a lot of preparation...
Meng Lang was helpless.
But who knows, it’s my little cotton-padded jacket. If it weren’t for Xiaoyu’s “one meal” in the past two days, I don’t know how my quality of life would have declined.
After thinking about it, he picked up his phone and sent a message to Duan Xiaoyi.
Meng said: [Um... let me ask, how much is Chao Ge's autographed photo worth? 】
"Ding!" There was a reply soon.
Xiaoyi: [Chao Ge’s autographed photo? He doesn’t sell autographed photos, and there are very few in the market. As long as they are genuine, they cost at least 500 and up!
What? Do you have it?]
"Hiss~"
500 for a signature?
Is the fan economy so exaggerated?
Meng said; [Yes, there are quite a lot, 500 a piece, do you want it? 】
Xiaoyi: [What?! I want it, I want as much as I want! There is no need to worry about selling to the fan base, I can also be a middleman to make the difference! Thank you, Brother Meng! (Blow a kiss)]
Meng Lang twitched the corner of his mouth.
Middleman?
It seems that there is no conflict between being a die-hard fan and making money from the price difference...
Xiaoyu plus you, one for wholesale and one for retail, can almost form a scalper industry chain...
