"Isn't it?" Jian'er looked at Director Yang with disappointment. Her appearance was almost like an abandoned dog, which made people howl.

"This is really not!" Director Yang secretly looked at Mr. Song. The old man was glaring at him with his back to Jian'er. Although Jian'er had been carefully trained by Wang Lu, he pretended to be like a noble girl from a noble family and a model for her boudoir, but don't forget what kind of life this girl had lived before.

Don't get me wrong. It's not that Jian'er's life was so bad. Although his orphanage life was a little harder, it was still a problem to have enough food and clothing. When it was a little older, he would save some pocket money for himself, including working and studying, and picking up stalls from time to time. However, for this reason, Jian'er has seen more things at the bottom. Even if he didn't learn from those dilapidated people, he didn't care so much about some things.

Even though after Jian'er entered the space, Lu Wangshi consciously strengthened the influence in this aspect, the habits and concepts he developed over the past 20 years cannot be achieved in less than a year.

Of course, this is also related to Jian'er's failure to avoid her background. For her, no matter what the past days are, it is also a part of her life and cannot be abandoned and given up. This requires her to be able to hold her up when she pretends to behave, but she doesn't care when she needs to "splash". For Jian'er, the most important thing is to be affordable, a standard pragmatist.

For this reason, for Jian'er, as long as the method that Director Yang said these words, as long as she could achieve the best results, she did not care about the impact of her reputation. After all, this is not a problem compared to the filthy and unpredictable women in the night market.

Jian'er doesn't care, but someone cares! Mr. Song, who has long regarded Jian'er as his granddaughter, could not let Jian'er use such a very insulting method for cultural people. Even if a big man uses this method, it will be essayed by others behind the scenes (although I don't want to admit it, Mr. Song knows very well that to a certain extent, sometimes these so-called "cultural people" are even more shattered than those wives in the countryside), let alone a big girl.

I glared, I glared, I glared fiercely! If you dare to tell Jane that this method can be used, believe it or not, I will kill you! Instantly, this person who did not forget Liangliang was quite envious to the old man of this age, and this proves it!

Looking at the old man Song who was almost writing this idea on his face, Director Yang felt even more uncomfortable. He thrust his mouth and tried to ignore the old man who secretly threatened him and hinted at him. He coughed lightly before he spoke to Jian'er.

"Actually, Ms. Song, another method you mentioned may be more suitable than the one you said." Director Yang said.

"Other way?" Jian'er wrinkled her little nose and said not very sure, "Are you talking about using those portraits as targets?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Director Yang nodded hurriedly, "If you are sure that your darts are pretty good." After saying that, the man didn't forget to secretly look at Mr. Song, and then he quietly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the old man's relaxed expression.

"Yes, that's right!" Mr. Song also agreed, "This method is more suitable!"

That's right, at least it's much more high-end than using paintings as toilet paper. Besides, using paintings as toilet paper as toilet paper sounds a relief, but there are many sequelae. After all, no matter how much these paintings are, they are also portraits of Emperor J. It's okay if you don't know it. It's an insult to know that they're putting those paintings into the pickled ground. Although this thing belongs to Jian'er, it's not impossible for this matter to become a diplomatic incident. In that case, it would be too unfavorable for Jian'er. Mr. Song would never play like this.

But it would be different to use it as a target. Not to mention how accurate Jian'er is, but one thing he knows is that he wants to hit the darts. It is not easy to hit the target, but it is not difficult to hit the target. Even if Jian'er is a little weird, he nailed the dart to the portrait by surprise. It is not irreparable.

Isn’t it just to repair such a hole that was nailed by a dart? Mr. Song said that with his connections, it would be a matter of sprinkling water (a little meaning). As for the damage to the painting, Mr. Song didn’t care even more. It was not the painting of our country. The initiative was on his own side. The people who wanted to do this business were also those little J people. Even if it was damaged, it was because the little J people asked for trouble first. The little J people paid the bill themselves. What was he anxious about!

Since both of them said this method was good, although Jian'er was a little regretful (for her, it seemed more loving to use these emperor portraits as toilet paper), she shrugged and accepted their suggestions.

"Okay, anyway, I have a ready-made dart board rack here (this is left by my ex-cottage, and later the practice field that Secret Ninjas was built by the Secret Ninjas, so Jian'er definitely has no shortage of this thing), and it's not troublesome to do it. As for the accurate way I play darts..." When he said this, Jian'er couldn't help but raise his chin, looking proud, "Hmph, at my level, it's also the seed player's material to get it in the darts field!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Song raised his head and looked around, and did not forget to put his hands on his eyelids to look at him.

"Grandpa Song, what do you mean?!" Jian'er's face was covered in darkness.

"I'm watching something!" Old Master Song looked serious.

"What are you looking for?" Jian'er was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"There is a cow flying in the sky! Of course, you have to take a closer look at this strange thing!" Mr. Song replied.

"Grandpa Song!" Jian'er suddenly burst out. What, she was saying that she was bragging, and she bragging about the big bull, and she just bragged the bull to the sky, right?! Did she brag? Is there any? It's not her bragging, just relying on the trick she learned from Lu Xiuwen and Lu Xiuwu that she could pick a needle and recognize the hole. She could throw the ten rings on her even if she closed her eyes! She dared to doubt her skills...
Chapter completed!