Su Budong remembered his previous life. When he first played Jin Yong's legend of heroes, he was a primary school student who had never read Jin Yong's novels. He relied on his perseverance to play until the end - the Internet was not developed at that time, and there were not so many guides to refer to.

"Wild Ball Fist?" Chu Xingyun looked at the martial arts column of the protagonist written by Su Budong, and found that he had never seen this martial arts in Jin Yong's novels.

Su Budong was a little embarrassed. The Chinese people nowadays didn’t know this joke, so they said: “This is another name for Japanese rock-paper-scissors.”

"I understand, so you treat Xiaoxiami as your incarnation." Chu Xingyun looked like I understood.

"Go to work quickly!" Su Budong said angrily.

Chu Xingyun said: "I have one last question!"

"Say!" Su Budong looked like he was like you might as well ask questions, I would eat you.

"What if the player still doesn't understand how to play this game?"

"Do you know I got the copyright of all Mr. Cha's books? Then let's publish all Mr. Cha's novels. Let's talk about the game's strategy here..." Su Budong smiled.

"You are still cruel. You have to let others read the original book when buying games..." Chu Xingyun felt that Su Budong's thoughts were too shocking, but he was also eager to try it out.

Su Budong said with a look of surprise: "You won't really believe it, right? Of course, you need to release the official guidebook. Otherwise, some players in the machine will not know how to get through it."

Chu Xingyun drove Su Budong away in anger and began to call on his brothers to work.

After coming out of the first development team, Su Budong took the technical documents to find Lin Muyu and asked Lin Muyu to contact the Baodao manufacturer to make flash memory and enhancement chips. Now Nintendo has given Zhanlong a special license to develop Zhanlong's own enhancement chips. He also instructed Lin Muyu to reduce the mass production price to less than 200 yen.

Lin Muyu knew that games were Zhanlong’s main business, so he didn’t dare to neglect the slightest, so he quickly contacted the manufacturer.

Su Budong suddenly felt free and remembered that he seemed to have to go to Tianjin to attend a disciple banquet, so he sat in the office and called Fan Ming to ask about the time.

Fan Ming received a call and said, "Little ancestor, I have hoped for you. The apprenticeship banquet will be next week, and you need to ask someone to write a post for apprenticeship."

Subudonchi said: "Can't I write it myself?"

Fan Ming hurriedly dissuaded: "Appointment letters should be written by respected people."

Su Budong smiled bitterly and said, "Where do I know any respectable people?" Suddenly he remembered that he was living a master. So he asked, "Isn't it okay for the respectable people in the crosstalk sect?"

Fan Ming asked: "Yes, in the past, artists were illiterate and invited some scholars, juren and other people to write."

Su Budong asked how to write the post of apprenticeship, so he went to bring good tea and cigarettes to Mr. Li Yunxuan.

The old man was drinking tea with his legs crossed his legs and obediently. When he saw Su Budong coming, he asked, "I would rather think about it and stop thinking about it. Do you understand what I mean?"

Su Budong smiled apologized and said, "I haven't pulled down my skills, I'm practicing every day."

"Then what kind of wind is blowing you back?" Old Master Li Yunxuan asked after turning off the conversation.

"Isn't this just coming back from Rakshasa and coming to visit you after holding a meeting for them?" Su Budong said.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Li Yunxuan asked without even looking at the tea and cigarettes Su Budong brought.

"Please write a post to apprenticeship." Su Budong explained his purpose.

"Oh, you guy has finally gotten up and knows you are going to become a disciple. You are just a man. I haven't heard of writing a discipleship post for you." Li Yunxuan said with a smile.

Knowing that the old man had misunderstood, Su Budong quickly explained: "I am a teacher who is a crosstalk gang."

Li Yunxuan's face darkened: "What's going on?"

Su Budong told this all the time.

"That won't work. If you become a disciple, you must first worship our Xingyi school." Old Master Li Yunxuan was unwilling.

Su Budong slapped his forehead, okay, isn’t this causing trouble for himself?

"Do you still have to go to Songshan Mountain by paying attention to this prayer?" Su Budong asked.

"Who did you say you were going to Songshan? Aren't you going to Tianjin for this crosstalk apprenticeship banquet? Tianjin also has my Xingyi school inheritance, not to mention that I have a little bit of a thin line in the territory of Tianjin. I will go to Tianjin to find a few guys and say "

"Then you can finish this post of apprenticeship for me first, and I'll arrange a car for you." Su Budong thought to himself that he could do everything.

"What kind of crosstalk are you a martial artist?" Li Yunxuan was so surprised that Su Budong didn't even see where he was talking.

"I love to listen to this when I'm young."

"If I were Su Jianlong, I knew that my grandson had learned this, I would have to use a vine to kill you." But Li Yunxuan could not resist Su Budong's advice, so he had to study the pen and ink and wrote a post to Su Budong's apprentice: "The teacher's way is great, I follow the teacher and seek to teach... Now Su Budong is willing to become a disciple of Zhu Quanhai... The teacher is taught to be a disciple. Since then, I respect the teacher and study diligently, follow the teacher's teachings, and inherit the art of crosstalk... The love comes from the original heart and has no resentment, and I just establish the word to show my sincerity..."

After Li Yunxuan finished writing this, he wrote another post to apprenticeship, which was worshipping him this time. He was anxious now and thought that he could not let the people from the crosstalk door steal the head. He ignored the rules and asked Su Budong to sign the post to apprenticeship of the crosstalk door to Su Budong. After receiving the post to the crosstalk door, he asked Su Budong to arrange a car.

Before leaving, the old man did not forget to remind him: "You kid practice more these days, and you will have to go through a few moves at that time."

Su Budong agreed with a wry smile.

Hopefully the scene won't be too lively then.

I called Fan Ming and asked where the apprenticeship banquet was held. I said that the apprenticeship post had been written and I was waiting for the weekend to go to Tianjin.

Su Budong arranged the company's affairs again and collapsed on the office chair, thinking to himself what this is!

Just as he was thinking about something, Zhao Min called and asked him if he was free on the weekend.

Su Budong said that of course I was not available, so he said that he would go to Tianjin on the weekend. Zhao Minqi said, "Oh, then let's go to Tianjin to eat buns."

Su Budong said, "Don't mess with me, I'm going to become a disciple."

"What kind of teacher do you want to worship?"

Su Budong told Zhao Min about the worship of Shilin Hou and Li Yunxuan. Zhao Min laughed so hard after hearing this: "You are just trying to find trouble for yourself. Of course I have to follow such a fun thing."

"My aunt, don't play like this."

"I'm willing to do it. Do you want to give me a good word? Or don't take me there?" Zhao Min didn't care about this.

"Take a belt." Su Budong was so annoyed that he had to agree.

After mocking Su Budong, Zhao Min said to Su Budong: "Do you remember the Su Shaobai you beat before?"

"That kid's skin is itchy again?"

"No, he contacted me these days and asked me to ask you when you have time and ask you to sit at home."

"What conspiracy he has made? I won't go." Su Budong was not angry when he thought of the skinny boy.
Chapter completed!