Lamborghini is rewarded for picking up trash at the beginning

Chapter 94 Idol Wants an Inscription? !

"Boy, learn to be smart, I'm not scaring you!"

"Hehe, fuck you! Are you pretending to be me? Get lost, Dubby!"

In an instant, Cheng's blood pressure soared.

"You...you are provocative!"

Cheng Gao pointed at Lin Hao's nose and shouted angrily, "Insulting a public official, you're going to be jailed!"

Lin Hao sneered, sat down with his arms around his shoulders, and looked at him like a clown.

"Don't smear public servants. A liar is a liar. What kind of hat do you put on yourself?"

Cheng Gao's cheeks twitched: "Who said I'm a liar?"

"Okay, since you don't admit it..."

At this point, a dozen strong men suddenly rushed in outside Lin Hao's door, and the leader was Lin Qing.

Lin Hao raised his hand and pointed at Cheng Gao: "Take it away, I don't need to say where to send it?"

"Understand!"

With a big wave of Lin Qing's hand, a dozen strong men like wolves and tigers immediately rushed up. Cheng Gao didn't even have a chance to resist, so he was tied tightly.

"Go, deliver the goods to your door."

A group of people came and went quickly, carrying Cheng Gao and walking out.

Cheng Gao was about to cry.

its not right!Why doesn't this kid play his cards according to the routine?Arrest people?You communicate with me!
If you don't communicate, how can I get you hooked!

"Let go of me! I..."

"Old Chu, where are your socks? He beeps again, you take one off and stuff it in his mouth." Lin Qing said.

Cheng Gao immediately shut his mouth.

Seeing that he was about to leave the villa, his brain was running fast.

If it doesn't work, I can only move back to the mountain!
The top boss in Jiangzhou is my brother-in-law, so I ask you if you are afraid?
Anyway, you have nothing to lose, so you can't take the risk of offending my brother-in-law and send me home, right?
Thinking of this, Cheng Qingqing cleared his throat, ready to move out of his support.

As a result, at this moment, an old voice sounded by the door.

"What is this for?"

Cheng Gao followed the voice and looked over with his head tilted. The old man was soft-hearted, and if he said a few soft words, he would definitely be a peacemaker...

and many more!

Why does this person look so familiar?

Cheng Gao's head tilted a little more, his eyes finally returned to normal, he saw the old man's face clearly, and then quickly overlapped with the face that appeared in a certain news program.

In an instant, Cheng Gao's brain shut down and his whole body became stiff.

What the hell!

This... this person is...

"Grandfather, why are you here?"

When Lin Hao saw his ancestor coming from the east, his heart immediately blossomed. My poem about borrowing flowers to offer Buddha is useful!

This is not surprising. Speaking of it, the experience of the ancestors has many similarities with the author who created the poem. They are both great and worthy of respect, so it is very normal to resonate.

It's not in vain that I picked it for more than ten minutes.

"I want to talk to you about poetry, what's going on?"

"Oh, a fraudulent one, ready to deliver the goods to your door, let him be punished."

"Scam?"

"Well, I said that I was investigating economic crimes, and I pretended to be decent. A fake one almost ruined the real reputation."

After Lin Hao finished speaking, Zu Jidong sighed.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, let's send it away."

He waved his hand to let Duan Yi push himself into the room and look at the table.

"Hehe, you know I'm coming, so you prepared so much food?"

Lin Hao smiled awkwardly: "You misunderstood, a friend prepared it for a guest just now, if you want to eat, I will ask someone to make another."

"No need! What to do again? Waste! This one is fine!"

With that said, the grandfather picked up an osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing slowly.

Duan Yi was taken aback, how could you eat whatever you want!
As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the ancestor say: "Xiao Duan, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak! You didn't see anything today, do you understand?"

Duan Yi was in a dilemma, but he finally nodded when he saw the ancestor's gaze staring at him.

"Then...then take it easy!"

"It's up to you to say it!"

After the grandpa finished speaking vowedly, he asked Lin Hao, "Xiao Lin, do you have any wine here?"

The corner of Duan Yi's mouth twitched wildly, you are going too far!
Then he frantically winked at Lin Hao.

Lin Hao scratched his head: "There's only some red wine, do you think it's okay?"

Duan Yi showed a childish look and nodded slightly.

The ancestor was dissatisfied: "Red wine? Is there anything to drink with that thing? Is there no white wine?"

Lin Hao shook his head.

"Forget it, the red wine is the red bar."

The ancestor compromised, and after Lin Hao brought the red wine, he chatted with him.

Yang Qing, Lin Yue, Feng Ke and others honestly hid in the kitchen, seemingly helping with cooking, but in reality they couldn't make any excuses.

The ancestors are national treasures, so it's better to stay away.

After drinking for three rounds, the ancestor finally talked about the poem: "It's so well written! When I heard it, this old bone warmed up."

"As long as you like it."

Lin Hao said politely, without any intention of pressing that poem on his head.

Anyway, to make the old man happy, whatever you want is fine.

Hearing what he said, the ancestor laughed.

"Little Lin, do you still have stock? How about letting me see?"

"Poems?"

The ancestor nodded: "Well, this is a treasure left by the ancestors. In just a few dozen words, the artistic conception has arrived. You can get what you want, but now, there are fewer and fewer famous poems and lines. .”

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused: "But you seem to have the potential to kill Yama with one hundred thousand banners. This is so grand, is there any more?"

When Lin Hao heard this, he suddenly became a little proud.

I was praised by idols!

"Yes! You don't know it all the time. I have a nickname, which is Hundred Poems of Fighting Wine! Is it grand? Look, I'll give you a poem."

With that said, Lin Hao closed his eyes.

In the kitchen, several people were dumbfounded.

Are you pretending again?

They put down their work one after another, poked their heads out, and saw Lin Hao stepping on the coffee table, making a pointing gesture.

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.

Success or failure turned empty.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

The white-haired fisherman Qiao Jiangzhu used to watch autumn and spring.

Happy meeting with a pot of dirty wine..."

Lin Hao picked up his wine glass, touched his ancestor's glass, and said with a smile, "Everything from ancient to modern times is just a joke."

The room was instantly quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Unheard of words spit out from Lin Hao's mouth, desolate and tragic, soul-stirring.

Those who heard it were all shocked and looked at him in disbelief.

Even if they are not educated people, they can still hear it. This is clearly the first quatrain that can be passed down through the ages!

"it is good!"

Suddenly, the grandfather shouted loudly, his eyes sparkled, he laughed heartily, and drank the wine with a sip.

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero…"

"How many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes..."

The ancestors chewed this poem repeatedly, the more they tasted, the more flavorful it became, and the more they read it, the more they liked it.

"Do you have pen and ink? My old man is itching!"

Lin Hao's eyes suddenly brightened, the idol wants an inscription? !

That must be there!

(End of this chapter)