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Tucao flow + slap in the face flow + funny flow, not serious cultivation mode Refreshing and full of laughs

I used a mixture of industrial sugar and oil to control the concubine's appetite, and used cooking kits to straighten the KPIs of the imperial kitchen. It was not until the palace banquet that I brought out "Self-heating Buddha Jumps Over the Wall", and everyone in the audience was shocked. The beloved concubine who killed my twin sister smiled coquettishly: "Is such a strange and obscene skill worthy of serving on the table?" I pressed the self-heating package and toasted to her amidst the roar of steam: "Sister, this 'retribution is coming' is specially heated for you." #Your palace battle and my business battle seem to be different#

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I studied ancient paintings at the Nanjing Museum for seven years until I personally touched the painting "Spring Rain in the South of the Yangtze River". What comes through the fingertips is not the warmth of three hundred years ago, but the roughness that has been aged for thirty years - the first-class cultural relics in the collection are fakes. The original is being auctioned next door, with a starting price of 18 million. The donor, Mr. Xu, trembled and roared at the scene: "I personally donated this painting to the country in 1987! Your museum stole my painting!" Overnight, I became a traitor to the entire cultural system. The deputy director sneered and handed over the resignation letter: "There are some things you shouldn't know." They don't know that my hands can tell the time when cultural relics are buried deep. You can tell which ink mark is the character of the early Qing Dynasty, and which glaze color is the new fire last night. We can also see how many "national treasures" have signed their names on the storage records in the past thirty years, but have changed their owners in the dark. From today on, I will no longer retouch my paintings.