Unlimited: I, the self-selection system, check in the heavens

why me?

Qin Chu looked at the crowd speechlessly.

"Brother Qin, I don't have to study..."

At some point, Mo Xiaobei came to his side, staring at him pitifully with big eyes.

Qin Chu couldn't stand this kind of thing the most, stroked his forehead and said, "Okay, I agree."

Chapter 10: Cooperation

When ugly, three quarters.

Seven Heroes Town, Tongfu Inn.

Holding the lantern, Bai Zhantang pushed open the door of the inn.

I saw Qin Chu sitting under the candlelight, writing something stroke by stroke.

"I've finished my rounds twice, why haven't you finished writing?" Lao Bai shivered, took off his clothes and got under the bed, and looked at Qin Chu with his head exposed.

Qin Chu was a little impatient, and said perfunctorily: "Come on, come on, I'm just a few words away from cursing."

"What's the matter?"

Lao Bai got out of bed, and rushed behind Qin Chu with a vigorous step.

Looking up, there are countless words belittling the old master densely written on a few sheets of paper, roughly estimated to be at least a thousand words, which is jaw-dropping.

"In terms of cursing, you can call yourself something, right?"

Surprised, Bai Zhantang picked up the paper and looked at it carefully. There was not a single sentence repeated on it, and the handwriting was very beautiful, "You think I think so?"

Qin Chu rolled his eyes at him, and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Zhu majored in the Zhuangzi School, and the most shameful thing in his life is to see people praising the old master. In order for Xiaobei to be able to successfully enter the school, I can only do what I want."

Bai Zhantang reminded out of goodwill: "Then you must not let the scholar see this thing, or he will seek death and life again." Then he got back under the covers and went to sleep.

After all, he was not a literati, and he couldn't figure out why Zhuangzi couldn't get along with Confucius, and he couldn't figure out why Mr. Zhu couldn't listen to others singing Confucius.

In his eyes, as long as Xiaobei can successfully enter the school, it is good, and he also hopes to buy a few new sets of clothes after his salary doubles.

"Go to sleep, eat salty radish and worry about it."

Qin Chu cursed with a smile. After writing the last few words, he saw that the ink was almost wiped off, so he put away the paper and went back to bed.

...

After a few hours.

Qin Chu got up from the bed, and said to the air with dark circles under his eyes: "Sign in..."

"Ding, today's check-in reward: skill "musical instrument proficiency". "

[Musical Instrument Proficiency]: Contains more than a hundred kinds of ancient and modern musical instruments. Those who have this skill can reach the level of a current master.

Qin Chu had just finished reading the introduction and was pondering the usefulness of the skills when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door gently outside.

Immediately afterwards, shopkeeper Tong's voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Xiao Qin, are you awake?"

Qin Chu pretended not to hear, and covered himself with the quilt to get ready to sleep.

He got up to sign in for rewards, not to work for shopkeeper Tong.

Shopkeeper Tong didn't hear a response, so he knocked lightly on the door again, and said, "Little Qin! Wake up—"

"Already got up, please wait a moment for the shopkeeper."

After coping with it, Qin Chu rubbed his hair to express his irritability, then got up, got dressed and walked towards the door.

Opening the door, I saw shopkeeper Tong waiting quietly at the door, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Xiao Qin, Xiao Bei's enrollment..."

In the middle of speaking, Qin Chu handed the entrance examination paper to her, and said while breathing out: "I wrote it all night yesterday, let's see how it goes."

"It's so good, it's so good, this word is really beautiful."

Shopkeeper Tong smiled and looked at the content.

It didn't take long for the expression on her face to freeze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Did you take it wrong?"

"Let me see."

Qin Chu glanced at the test paper, nodded for confirmation, and said, "Absolutely, it's just these few pieces of paper."

"What is this writing? This is. The whole article is full of insults to the old master. Fortunately, I took a look in advance, otherwise Xiaobei will be blacklisted."

Shopkeeper Tong was very angry, and said to himself: Even if I force you to write in the examination paper, you don't have to retaliate against me like this, do you?This may have something to do with Beckham's future.

Qin Chu rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "The shopkeeper doesn't know something, Mr. Zhu from White Horse Academy..."

Later, he explained to shopkeeper Tong again, the issue of "Mr. Zhu's school" and the relationship between "Mencius and Confucius".

After listening, shopkeeper Tong smiled happily, "It's reasonable! I'll send it to White Horse Academy!"

"Wait!"

"What's wrong?"

Qin Chu said with a smile: "If you hand in the original version like this, why don't you scare Mr. Zhu to death?"

He is proficient in calligraphy, and the things he writes casually are comparable to those top calligraphy masterpieces, not to mention whether Mr. Zhu can see through the ghostwriting.

In other words, if the shopkeeper Tong directly sent the original version to Mr. Zhu, wouldn't it be framed by Mr. Zhu and hung at the door for exhibition?

Shopkeeper Tong held the paper, blinked his eyes and said, "Then what should we do—"

Qin Chu: "..."

Snake disease!

Why are you suddenly so cute?

"Little Qin—"

Shopkeeper Tong pulled Qin Chu's arm and shook it.

Qin Chu quickly pulled out his arm, with rejection written all over his face.

"I'll let Xiaobei copy it later. I just happen to be familiar with the content above. If the husband asks, Xiaobei can answer it."

"good idea!"

Shopkeeper Tong's eyes lit up, he turned around and ran downstairs, heading straight for the backyard.

Seeing her leave, Qin Chu patted his heart with lingering fear.

Close the door, turn around and go to bed, once you close your eyes, all you can think about is the green grassland.

"Why do you suddenly feel sorry for Lao Bai?"

...

Three poles in the sun...

Qin Chu woke up leisurely from his dream, got up, put on his clothes and tidied his hair, and then walked down the second floor.

There were many diners sitting in the lobby. When they saw Qin Chu coming downstairs, they didn't even bother to eat, and they all opened their mouths to say hello to Qin Chu.

Qin Chu nodded and smiled and responded one by one. He casually threw out a cross-generation joke, which made the diners laugh and even ate a few more mouthfuls of rice.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt walked into the inn, saw Qin Chu and said quickly: "Mr. Qin, I'm late."

"It's not too late, you came just in time."

Qin Chu waved his hand, led him to the elm table, poured a cup of tea, and said, "Let's get straight to the point, shall we talk about the business first?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Qin Chu to be so straightforward, and he talked to him about business without being polite.

After reacting, he nodded and said with a smile: "I have already discussed with the master about what Mr. Qin said. We only use [-]% of the profits for channels, and the remaining [-]% belong to you."

Qin Chu frowned, and asked in doubt: "Should there be any additional terms?"

"Mr. Qin is really smart."

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "I just don't know, whether what you said before still counts."

"You mean the formula?"

Qin Chu nodded and smiled, and said indifferently: "Of course it counts. As long as you and I cooperate for three years, this formula will be given to you for free."

"This is the contract, Mr. Qin has a look."

The middle-aged man nodded and said: "My father's only request is that Mr. Qin can only sell this product called toilet water to us. And don't break the contract for no reason. When the three-year period expires, the share will be changed to Fifty-five, the formula belongs to us."

Qin Chu glanced at the contract, and after confirming that there was no problem, he immediately agreed.

Even if the other party asks for more.

Even if he was asked to hand over the formula a year in advance.

He doesn't care, after all, two years is a long time, who knows which world he has traveled to by then.

Qin Chu just wanted to make some money and try a different life.

For example, the one who is served by someone, a few little maids help him dress and wash his face when he wakes up early in the morning.

Just think about it -

Moreover, the partner Qin Chu found was not ordinary.

This person is a big businessman in the capital, and he has many cooperations with Longmen Escort Bureau, and the products are handed over to him for sale. Qin Chu doesn't have to worry about the channel problem, just lie down and make money.

Chapter 11: Four Golds in a Bottle of Floral Perfume

"Mint, musk, bezoar, honeysuckle, borneol."

"Xiaoxi (a small name for medicinal purposes), a distillation pot, a pot of charcoal, a small stone mill, and a large jar of white wine."

Many medicinal materials and utensils are neatly arranged on the table.

After Qin Chu double-checked that it was correct, he officially started making toilet water.

First, the liquor is distilled and refined into alcohol of about 75 degrees, and then packed in a porcelain bottle prepared in advance, and then an appropriate amount of medicinal materials are ground into powder and added to the porcelain bottle.

Qin Chu exerted his internal strength to shake the porcelain bottle continuously, so as to promote the fusion of powder and alcohol.

After about ten minutes, Qin Chu put down the porcelain bottle, folded it with several clean cotton cloths, and filtered out the residue of traditional Chinese medicine.

The remaining liquid was golden yellow, crystal clear, exuding a refreshing fragrance, and a bottle of toilet water was born.

Qin Chu poured out a little toilet water and applied it behind his ears and on his wrists.

Immediately, I felt a burst of coolness, and the mosquito bites seemed to be less itchy.

"It seems that it was a success!"

After a short trial, Qin Chu started making toilet water again.

...

Time came to the afternoon in a blink of an eye, and Qin Chu's room was already filled with large and small porcelain bottles, roughly estimated to be one or two hundred bottles, all of which were toilet water.

Qin Chu stretched his waist, packed the porcelain vases on the floor into a large wooden box one by one, and then carried the large wooden box to the lobby downstairs.

Once downstairs, he saw two big men waiting at the door.

After saying hello, the two big men hurried into the house, took the wooden box from Qin Chu, and carefully carried it to the carriage.

Qin Chu instructed: "This thing can't stand the bumps. You must be careful when transporting it on the road. It's best to spread a few layers of thick quilts on the carriage. There are shops on the corner of the street. You can buy it when you pass by."

One of the big men cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qin, for reminding me!

Another person said: "This dart is an urgent dart. It is inconvenient for us brothers to stay for a long time, so we will take our leave first. Let's talk about it next time."

Qin Chu nodded slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Both of you have a good journey!"

"Thank you!"

The two turned around and jumped into the carriage. With the sound of the long whip, the horse suffered from pain, and the wheels turned accordingly, and drove all the way to the outside of Qixia Town.

Qin Chu touched the bank notes in his pocket, and felt a burst of peace of mind.