I'm about to become an immortal, do you want me to be a prince?

Chapter 34 People are in Pingkangfang, and they have lost contact!
"Where did Xiao Lang come from? He looks so handsome!"

Just when Li Mu secretly complained about Yuchi Baolin's old driver, suddenly there was a soft laughter like a silver bell from the building facing the street.

I saw a young woman with a pretty face was looking at Li Mu and covering her mouth with a light smile.

Li Mu was a little bit behind the scenes.

On the other hand, Yuchi Baolin and Cheng Chubi who were next to them puffed up their chests at the same time when they heard this.

Feel good about yourself.

"Xiao Lang, my sister is the one who loves people the most. Come to my sister, and my sister will take good care of you!"

Li Mu naturally wouldn't take such teasing words to heart, but he was somewhat speechless.

Alas, it's all my fault that my appearance is so against the sky, and all the sins have to be borne by myself.

I saw that the girl purposely dropped a handkerchief after she finished speaking, and according to the falling trajectory, it should fall on Li Mu's head.

Li Mu secretly circulated his spiritual power, and a trace of invisible spiritual energy radiated.

The handkerchief was instantly sent flying to Yuchi Baolin's head.

"Big man is lucky!" Li Mu said with a smile.

Yuchi Baolin took off the handkerchief on her head, put it under her nose and smelled it.

Fragrant, really scented!

Yuchi Baolin raised her head and cast a wink at the girl, then carefully put the handkerchief into her arms.

The young lady upstairs froze for a moment, then covered her face and fled back into the building.

Of course, in the eyes of Yuchi Baolin, this young lady is shy.

I made up my mind that I must come to chat with this young lady about life and ideals some other day.

It's best to talk about it at night by candlelight.

Cheng Chubi who was beside him instantly cast envious and jealous eyes.

Li Mu smiled, lightly pinched the horse's belly, and continued on his way.

Walking on the road, there is a piece of pink everywhere, which is not too dreamy.

The gentle greetings of Yingyingyanyan's ladies and sisters almost hooked the souls of Yuchi Baolin and Cheng Chubi.

but!
Unless the girls are willing to let Yuchi Baolin and Cheng Chubi prostitute for nothing.

Otherwise, with their current pocket money, whore a hammer!

Not enough fast food.

The three of them arrived at their destination without any risk.

Huajin Tower.

This is a very large clubhouse.

It is said that there is an official background.

In short, it definitely belongs to the kind of thick and hard background.

The purpose of coming here is to sell poetry.

After all, only such a large-scale club will have potential customers.

Because the customers here are either rich or expensive, there are more pretending customers.

Spending a lot of money and so on is basic practice.

What old iron rockets do a wave, and the planes do a wave.

That's not one level.

And this place takes the high-end route, and they are all packaged in a very high-end way.

No matter how colorful and tall they are, they can't change their true identities.

Marketing is not something that only modern people have, and ancient people were also very good at it.

The layered sense of pretentiousness is highlighted in an instant.

This is much more advanced than spending money to pretend to be advanced.

Therefore, once there is any poetry event, the price of this poem will rise instantly.

After the three of Li Mu came to Huajin Building, they handed over the horse to Xiao Si, paid the entrance fee, and began to enter the building.

At this time, a poetry meeting is being held in the building.

"Brother, it's just the right time to come. Today Huajinlou is holding a poetry meeting with the theme of spring. If you write a good poem, you can get a beautiful lady to stay overnight." Yuchi Baolin smiled lewdly.

"Tch, can you compose poetry?" Cheng Chubi expressed strong contempt.

"I won't, but my brother will!"

Li Mu boasted before Haikou, saying that his stomach is full of poems, and any one he spits out will be a masterpiece that will last forever.

Of course, Yuchi Baolin and Cheng Chubi didn't fully believe him, bragging!Which man doesn't brag?
But as long as you can make poetry.

"Dalang, my poems are meant to be used to make money. Wouldn't it be a waste to give them to you?"

Li Mu squinted at him, asking me to do this kind of loss-making business, there is no way.

"Hey, my brother's words are off the charts, my brother, why are you so fussy?"

"No money, no talk."

"How much is the brother going to sell?"

"No matter what you do, you have to sing one song out of ten!"

"Ah? Ten strings? That's too expensive, brother!"

"For brother's sake, I'll give you a [-]% off, [-]% off, how about it!"

"Wuguan, it's still expensive, brother."

"It's fine if you think it's too expensive, I'll find someone else."

"Don't, don't, why don't you show me the manuscript first, brother?"

"can."

Li Mu took out a thick stack of manuscripts from his bosom, then flipped through them, "Isn't it about spring?"

"Mmmmmmm..."

"I found it. This song "Lovesickness" is not bad, and it's quite suitable for the occasion."

Yuchi Baolin took the manuscript and unfolded it.

【Red Bean Raw Southland】

【spring comes to send a few branches】

【May you pick more】

【This thing loves me the most】

"Good poetry, good poetry."

Although Yuchi Baolin is a big bum and looks big and buff, but this does not affect his ability to appreciate poetry.

Whether a poem is good or not is similar to whether a person is beautiful or not.

You can see it at a glance.

The difference lies in where is good and where is beauty.

Yuchi Baolin couldn't see this kind of subtle appreciation, but it didn't prevent him from knowing that it was a good poem.

"Brother, I bought this poem."

"What about the money?"

"I owe it first."

After finishing speaking, Yuchi Baolin ran away, just like a wild dog that had let go, scurrying into the crowd like a wild dog.

Seeing that Yuchi Baolin had won a good poem, Cheng Chubi couldn't help drooling.

"Brother, I also want to..."

"Are you rich?"

"No money."

"No money, no talk."

"..."

"However, Saburo, if you can help me sell three songs, I will give you one song, how about it?"

When Cheng Chubi heard this, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Okay, it's a deal!"

So Cheng Chubi ran into the crowd like a wild dog that had run loose to solicit business.

If you sell three songs, you get one song, so if you sell six songs, you get two songs, and so on.

Cheng Chubi's heart surged suddenly, he seemed to have seen countless young ladies waving at him.

(End of this chapter)