Time travel fat businessman

Chapter 812 Out of Print Poetry

In Tao Bao's office, Li Bai held a mirror that Tao Bao gave him, and gestured to his own face. The more he gestured, the worse his complexion became. In the end, his facial expression could be described as distorted.

Tao Bao and Gun Gun came out of the kitchen, and each of them carried the plate and the other the pot. A gluttonous five-scent wafted out of the hands of the two of them, and Li Bai was taken aback.

Turning his head and looking over, he saw Tao Bao coming with a plate of black things, and asked in a cold tone:
"What is this?"

"Lo mei, it's delicious. Would you like to try it, Mr. Li Bai?" Tao Bao blinked, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Li Bai came over with Tao Bao before he had lunch or breakfast. It didn't matter that he didn't mention it, but when Tao Bao mentioned it, he became hungry when he didn't feel hungry at all.

Not hypocritical, nodded and said: "Thank you very much."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pick it up, and just halfway through the hand, he suddenly remembered something, stood up in the mirror and asked:

"I wonder if you can have pen and paper here, girl?"

"Yes, sir, what do you want?" Tao Bao asked with a smile, retracted the hand that gave it away, and took a stewed chicken foot and ate it first.

Li Bai recalled his own misery before, and said coldly: "The old man gave the girl a poem, I hope the girl will not dislike it!"

"Of course I won't dislike it." Tao Bao raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Gun Gun, who was sitting on his boss's chair and was about to eat, and said with a smile:
"Gun, take some lo-mei and send it to Liang Shanbo, and ask him for a pair of pens, ink, paper and inkstone."

Gun Gun stared at the big pot of lo-mei in front of him, thinking that his handicraft seemed pretty good for others to taste, so he nodded and got up and went to the kitchen to get a plate, and sent a plate to Liang Shanbo.

He came back 3 minutes later with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand.Seeing this, Li Bai immediately put down the chicken feet that he had eaten, wiped his hands with the paper towel that Tao Bao put beside him, and then walked towards Rolling with big strides.

"Hahahaha, Xiang Pifu, this old man wants to leave you with a bad name forever!"

Li Bai laughed, unfolded the paper directly on the floor, dipped his hand in ink with a brush, and left 35 characters on the white paper with a large brush, followed by a sentence: Mr. Taibai gave the overlord!

Before he finished writing, he took out his own seal from his waist and stamped it.

"Not bad, good pen, good ink and good calligraphy!" Li Bai praised himself narcissistically, and Li Bai walked towards Tao Bao naturally, picked up the lo mei and ate it while laughing:
"Miss Tao, I will give you this poem! Well, this braised meat is really good, and it tastes great."

"Really?" Gun Gun immediately came over and asked excitedly, "Is it really delicious?"

Li Bai nodded, not stingy with his appreciation, and laughed loudly: "Good food and good poetry are so wonderful!"

Gungun blinked his eyes and smiled. Although he didn't understand what the old man meant, he should be praising himself.

Accompanied by Li Bai's poem, the three people in the office ate a plate of lo mei with gusto.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, seeing that there was nothing else going on in the apartment, Tao Bao instructed Gun Gun to develop his cooking skills, rolled up the poem on the floor and took it home.

There was no one in the house. Tao Bao looked down at the drawing paper in his hand, smiled, put on his clothes and went out.

When she came to Wulin Street, the noise was up and down. She walked through it, looked down at the paper in her hand again, and smiled.

When he arrived at his shop, Wang Dachuan saw her walking in with a smile on his face, and asked curiously, "Sister Tao, what's so happy about it? Seeing you smile makes me feel better."

Tao Bao beckoned to him, and when he came over, he raised his hand and opened the drawing paper in his hand, proudly said:

"Li Bai's original work, Nuo, take it and frame it, hang it on the door and sell it. You can set the price yourself."

He smiled and reminded himself, "This is an out-of-print authentic work, there will be no second one, so be careful."

"Out of print? Li Bai's?" Wang Dachuan felt that his three views had been refreshed. Looking at the poem with fresh ink in Tao Bao's hand, he frowned and said:
"Sister Tao, it doesn't seem very good to deceive customers like this, why don't you use it to make old things?"

"What's the old one? Hang it up if Sister Tao asks you to hang it up." Wu Yulan walked out from the inner warehouse, reached out and took the paper in Tao Bao's hand and handed it to Wang Dachuan, "Take it and frame it."

"This is a serious shop. We never sell fakes. If it is authentic, it is authentic. You can't ask experts to check it. You kid, every time you come to a customer, you have a guilty expression. You need to change it."

Wu Yulan shook her head helplessly and waved her hand to Wang Dachuan to get the paper and mount it quickly. After he left with a flattering smile, she looked at her daughter and put on a kind smile.

"Tao Tao, what do you want for dinner? You look at the shop, mom is going to buy vegetables." Wu Yulan asked with a smile.

Seeing her like this, Tao Bao thought it was funny, shook his head and said, "Just eat whatever you want, just watch."

"Okay, then I'll watch by myself, you watch the shop, I'll go buy vegetables." Wu Yulan smiled and told her, seeing Tao Bao nodded, she took her satchel and went out.

Tao Bao guarded the shop, looking at all kinds of items in his shop boredly. Suddenly, the system prompt sound beeped.

[The ancient plane contract has expired, please bring your belongings back as soon as possible. The plane will be closed to you in 10 minutes in real time]

Tao Bao was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that he seemed to be planting energy rice in the ancient plane, and there were only 10 minutes left, so he had to hurry up.

That is hundreds of millions of energy rice!
Glancing at the door of the store, Tao Bao quickly formed a phantom and threw it in the store, then turned around and jumped into the ancient plane.

When she came in, she was really shocked by the invisible energy rice in front of her eyes.

In five years, the planet was almost full of energy rice, and I don't know if the storage bags she left are enough.

Thinking in this way, Tao Bao ran to various human settlements while casting spells to collect all the energy rice he could see.

The human leaders who were in charge of planting energy rice suddenly saw Tao Bao coming and greeted him happily, but before they had time to do any celebration ceremony, Tao Bao, who was worried that the plane would be closed, left with a storage bag.

Thanks to the different speed of time on both sides, 10 minutes in real time is enough for Tao Bao to run around here.

After confirming that all the energy rice and machines were collected, Tao Bao quickly returned to the real plane without even having time to explain.

Great, 2 minutes of real time left.No guests have come in for the past 8 minutes.

Beckoning to take back the phantom, Tao Bao sat down on the chair, focusing on two tasks, while looking at the store and counting the energy rice in the small black space.

There are few people in the ancient plane, but it is assisted by machines, and the annual output is quite considerable. The energy rice in the space and the ones left by Huos totaled 20 billion and 50 catties.

According to the purchase price of [-] to [-], this is more than [-] million yuan, excluding the cost of the machine, it is almost a profit.

(End of this chapter)