After confirming that he is a post-60s generation, Nan Yi secretly complained: "One generation is worse than the next generation. He is really a defeated post-65s generation and a post-70s generation."

After two years, if you change seven to eight and then nine, this complaint will still be appropriate.

After looking in the talent hall for a while, Nan Yi walked outside and searched around and soon saw a printing shop. He walked closer and observed for a while, took out his phone and called Chen Yuxiu.

"Yu Xiu, a printing shop next to Huaqiangbei Talent Market, ask whose relative the boss is."

"Print shop? What do you want to do?"

"I want to do it."

"It's not easy to get over, I'll make a lot of money in a year."

"I know, no matter how much I earn in a year now, I spend twice as much, I don't have to do anything, and I will make a little more every year, and others will be happy."

"The printing fee there is more expensive than other places, so there will be no business."

“Not for making money.”

"If you don't want to make money, then what are you trying to do? You're just having fun?"

"Pujie, am I that stupid? Do you know what is the most expensive in the 20th century? Talent!" Nan Yi stared hard, trying to capture some of Ge Liuyi's charm.

"If you want talents, you can pay 800 yuan and you can set up a stall in the talent market."

"Shaolidan, just help me inquire."

"Okay, you are the big boss, I'll go and inquire immediately." Chen Yuxiu said helplessly when he was talking on the phone.

"That's it, let me know if there is any result."

"Dinner together?"

"No, I'll eat in Liyuan, Donghu, and I'll hang up."

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Chapter completed!