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Underworld market, under the flyover.
Bustling, people coming and going, very lively.
Among them, the band with the largest audience was a band composed of three blond and blue-eyed foreigners. What they played was not the piano, but the Chinese classical musical instrument—Guzheng!
An unknown piece of music, like a gurgling stream, is very pleasant to the ear.
After the performance was over, a Chinese man with a chicken coop head got up from the stool with a broken wooden bowl, dangled a few inferior soul stones inside, and shouted loudly in a dialect:
"Dear fellows, veterans!"
"Let's enjoy some food!"
"Those who have money will hold a money market, and those who have no money will hold a personal market!"
The audience dispersed in a rush, and few people were willing to tip.
The three crooked people were used to it, and then they changed to play the music, and the other two were responsible for asking for money.
They are poorly dressed, their hair is mopping the floor, their pants and shoes are torn and they have no money to mend them, what a miserable word.
Dozens of viewers, only Xiao Lian rewarded a soul stone, and then asked them to take pictures of their entire faces in front of the Qiankun instrument, and each read their names. The video ended here.
"Woooooh"
Luo Yun covered his face and wept when he saw it, "It's too bad!"
Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, these are great musicians on earth, but when they died, they went to the underworld, but they became buskers under the overpass.
?This kind of charlatan, not to mention where to live, has a problem eating every day, and he is so hungry that he is sallow and emaciated, as skinny as a stick.
"Buzz!"
The phone vibrated, and Xiao Lian spoke among the three of them again.
? Xiao Lian: @罗远, Shangxian, are you looking for these musicians?
Luo Yuan: It's them
Luo Yuan: You take them to Wuchang Mansion, tell Lao Xie, let them stay on as errands, any errand is better than playing music and singing under the flyover, and ask them to add me on WeChat after the job is over
Xiao Lian: good god
Xiao Lian: Shangxian, thatcan I add you on WeChat?
Zhong Kui: Disciple presumptuous!
Xiao Lian: (Poor! Poor! Poor!)
Luo Yuan: Come on (with a sweaty expression)
Xiao Lian: Thank you, Shangxian!
Ding dong!
? Xiao Lian, the trainee soul arrester, applied to add you as a friend!
pass!
Luo Yun sent three cups of dragon tea in seconds.
Xiao Lian took out a cup and took a sip. She almost lost her wits on the spot, as if she had passed away.
"Thiswhat the hell is this?"
"It's so sweet and delicious."
"Is this the real taste"
Xiao Lian held the dragon tea and stood blankly on the overpass, with an expression of doubting that she was a fake ghost.
Having lived for fifteen hundred years, she has never tasted such delicious food.
"Master Soul Keeper, you what's wrong with you?"
Beethoven stepped forward and looked at her humbly.
After wandering in the underworld for nearly two hundred years, he has already mastered standard Chinese and can speak many dialects.
The same is true for Mozart and Chopin, who met decades ago.
But even so, they are often discriminated against in the underworld, and they are often beaten and scolded by the Chinese. Because ninety-nine percent of the people in the underworld are Chinese with yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair, they are called foreigners, and they belong to the lower class in the underworld.
"This tea should only be available in heaven, how many times can the underworld get it?"
"well……"
Xiao Lian was deeply moved.
Swallowing, she carefully put the dragon tea back into the ring, then glanced at the three of Beethoven, "You three, come with me."
"Gowhere?"
"Impermanence Mansion!"
Early the next morning.
Luo Yun woke up from his meditation, glanced at his phone, and saw that three people had added him as friends at four o'clock in the morning.
It is Beethoven, Mozart and Chopin.
pass!
pass!
pass!
Luo Yun passed the three of them in one breath, pulled into the national art exchange group in seconds, and then changed the group name to 'Chinese and Western Art Exchange Group'.
Zhang Zeduan: Hey, is there a newcomer again?
Zhang Zeduan: @王熙之, Old Wang, came out to greet newcomers
? Wang Xizhi: newcomer burst photos
Beethoven: Hello, two big brothers (a silly smile?Emoji)
Mozart: Hello, two big brothers (a cute expression)
Chopin: Hello, two big brothers (a rose)
? Zhang Zeduan: Let me introduce myself. I, Zhang Zeduan, have the style of Zhengdao, a master of genre painting. You can call me brother Zhengdao, or the light of Zhengdao
Zhang Zeduan: I am the second in command in this group, under one person and above one person, the three of you will follow me from now on, understand?
[Group News]: Zhang Zeduan was banned for a day by the group leader
Beethoven:
Mozart: This
Chopin: So embarrassing
Wang Xizhi: (a smiling expression)
Luo Yuan: My seat arranges you to work as errands in Wuchang Mansion to appreciate your skills, not to let you sneak in and pretend to be aggressive everywhere (a smiling expression)
Luo Yuan: In addition to your official duties, you have to hone your own skills. If you have any needs, you can ask me, but I may not satisfy you
Luo Yuan: We are all Earthlings, we must get along well
Wang Xizhi: Received!
Beethoven: Got it!
Mozart: Got it!
Chopin: Got it!
Luo Yuan: The meeting is over
Get up slowly and wash up, then go to the cafeteria to have breakfast.
After the final exam, the school will stay for a week at most. Luo Yun and Wang Duoyu are both natives of Binhai, and Li Zhixun is from the north, but he is not in a hurry and is planning to leave on the last day.
"Ding dong!"
During breakfast, Luo Yun was harassed again.
It's not a fairy, it's Banhua Nam Hyuna.
She wanted to ask Luo Yun out to play, but Luo Yun refused. He said that he had gone back to his hometown, and he would talk about it after school started.
It's past nine o'clock.
Luo Yun, Wang Duoyu and Li Zhixun walked into a high-end women's shoe store in a shopping mall in the city center.
"Um?"
The female shopping guide had never seen three old men come to see women's shoes, so she frowned and greeted her lazily.
Luo Yun turned around, "Show me your best-made and most expensive high-heeled shoes here."
"oh."
The shopping guide hesitated for a moment, but he followed suit, thinking that Luo Yun was going to buy it for his girlfriend or sister.
But when the shoes were brought over, Luo Yun took a few photos and a short video, and put them there.
Wang Duoyu and Li Zhixun looked at each other, neither knowing what Luo Yun wanted to do.
"Do you sell ol uniforms here?" Luo Yun asked again.
"It's for sale!"
"Okay, let me have a look at two of them."
"good."
The shopping guide suppressed his displeasure, and gave Luo Yun two sets of finely crafted black OL uniforms, white shirt + hip skirt.
"Our set is Zegan's professional OL uniform. It is made of the best bamboo fiber fabric on the market. It is light, wear-resistant, and has good air permeability. The price of this set of uniforms is about two thousand. If you buy it now, you can get ninety-five. fold……"
"I don't buy it."
Luo Yun took a few photos and a short video, handed the clothes back to her, and said with a smile, "I'm just here to take a look."
"you!"
At this moment, the shopping guide became angry, and his face changed, "If you don't buy it, what are you looking at! Are you using my old lady for entertainment?"
"Can't you watch it if you don't buy it?" Luo Yun frowned.
"cannot!"
"Who stipulated it?"
"I!"
"you?"
Luo Yun looked at her amusedly, "You are a shopping guide, when will it be your turn to make the rules?"
"none of your business!"
"Go away, little prince of Putian!"
The shopping guide crossed his arms and looked at the three of Luo Yun with disdain, "Looking at you like this, you know you can't afford it. You're wasting my mother's time!"
She has seen a lot of poor ghosts who come to the store to take pictures of genuine products, and then go to Taobao to search for the same Putian product.
If you can't afford it, then you can't afford it. I have to wear fakes and pretend to be a boss. Is it interesting? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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