Chapter 1100: Brother Ba talks about cigarettes

The most delicious feast of your life is here. M and in the ruled area of ​​the nose and hands. Eat with your mouth open. A little bit of chewing or a slight rolling of the tongue can get the supreme enjoyment of Japanese food, which is active in a large number of diet anime: "moved."
For details, please refer to the five female monkeys already... tears are streaming down their faces.
As for male monkeys?
Eating with big mouthfuls, eager to eat, no matter how tall or short, strong or thin, the cheeks bulged like... greedy pigs.
Hands have unprecedented flexibility.
"Elegance" disappeared—according to the words of a democracy fighter: "Tonight, we are...barbarians."
Of course, these democracy fighters, elites, Mr. Gongzhi, everyone knows, they have always been...
Bitch.
And the expressions of the ten monkeys are basically the same.
Those living habits that come from the sufferings of their own lives and the first half of their lives, and the epic "confidential"-style stories make them very uneasy. It seems like... sleepwalking patients are tasting food.
So I was so scared that this "dream" suddenly woke up and burst into pieces like a bubble, and there was nothing left.
If it is a dream, sooner or later... Please come back to reality, this luxurious room, this big dining table, these delicacies will say goodbye forever, that is how reluctant to give up, it is a "nightmare" that is worse than life: only Under the bright lights, the jewels of golden tableware and top wooden furniture reflect the aesthetics of a large number of gourmets, bright red, bright yellow, deep purple, dark green...the light color is so beautiful.
more importantly. For the ten monkeys at the bottom of the zoo who can only live on mud. Behind these delicacies, under the bright lights, they reflect, silently narrating the more beautiful realistic meaning behind the delicacies.
It was the food that could only be seen in the top windows when walking in Ginza, Tokyo. It was usually just a glance and then quickly left, because it was a terrible thing that could destroy the mind: as small as a finger. But it is equivalent to saving the monkey's living expenses for half a year...Of course, including food expenses.
What an unfair, fair, just, reasonable and harmonious world this is.
At this moment, the food in the mouth, and the food that is constantly being delivered is not only more beautiful. Moreover, the variety is novel and complete, and the size is big, including delicacies from Asia to North American corn countries. I swallowed my taste buds and started dancing. The comparison is definitely to say goodbye to the song of rice ball and boiled water.
Then the throat and intestines were all "cramping"... After a while, an idea came into being:
I never resent the government or society. Now I hate my parents for giving birth to one less stomach!
If you wake up in the "dream", all this will be lost. The problem is... many things that food represents... and you have to walk... No, no need to go, just stand up. Because there is no difference between a small room of eight square meters and a height of 1.5 meters and a coffin-style room of two square meters and a height of 1.2 meters. There is absolutely no difference.
For example, everyone is the same: you can catch a rice ball that has cooled down a long time ago.
Or even worse food: like a day full of negative emotions, use 50% of the vitality to inspire yourself, and when the mood returns to the normal channel, pick up and remain loyal. The inseparable boiled water, one cup after another, uses the best beverages on the planet to supplement the meager calories, calories, labor costs...
Finally, I went out for a better society, a developed capitalist country, and paid the amount of exercise that Chinese fat guys envy and hate.
So when the "dream" is broken, it means more under the nose. A year’s salary of 10 billion yen; a task bonus of 50 billion yen; and unimaginable work rewards... Once you become one, immediately kill those guys who stand at the top of the pyramid in your own country, the guys who are potty, group after group ...Group after group.
...
Brother Ba lit a delicate white cigarette and put his huge body on a set of luxurious Chinese-style sofas. The broad hands under his long arms touched on top teak, feeling the almost indescribable smoothness.
no doubt. He knows that such top teak must have been polished with top polished stone, especially the masters from Guizi have squandered sweat and more effort.
Therefore, this group of sofas appeared here, under his ass, it would cost tens of millions of RMB, which is about one or two billion yen.
So it can only be enjoyed by the richest people in this world. No matter how mad Huaxia Diaosi had this capital, he would not squander this astronomical figure, which is enough to soak up ten schoolgirl-level goddesses, on a sofa.
Although expensive, Brother Ba knew in his heart that he was not the one who finally paid the bill. It was because the tools spent in it were too expensive. For example, Master Guizi was a god-level master who had taken genius brain medicine in his own country, even though they had impeccable possessions. The craftsmanship of the furniture can be polished to the extent that the microscope must see the beautiful smooth texture. At the same time, it also needs to be accepted by the host, and it will not pay for the slightest flaw.
Usually the "host family" has super vision. This thing is far better than a microscope.
But with craftsmanship, it is impossible to make tools out of nothing.
Tools are too scarce. For example, top polished stones are very precious on the earth. They are sold at a price of one gram and usually have no market. Especially in the new era, the wealthy people’s assets have skyrocketed due to unnatural productivity. The poor can become rich if the government grants favors, so the price of luxury goods is not terrible.
Don't be too happy for Louis Vuitton of France.
Don't be too happy with the top furniture of the devil and the master of the katana.
And Smecta's top tatami master craftsman, don't be too wild.
And the handmade carpet masters of Persia should not be too rich.
And the Damascus rose oil from Syria shouldn't be too...valuable.
Also... all of the above are not available on Taobao.
Brother Ba returned his thoughts to the cigarette in front of him, smoking, feeling the hot and delicate, fragrance and bitterness dancing together again and again, and suddenly he spoke. Although it is in Chinese, the voice is low and full of charm.
A translator like a hearing aid automatically starts working. Change to the set machine voice.
"Do you know? What brand is my cigarette? Yes, it is not a demon cigarette but a new cigarette. It is not a narcotic, but an old cigarette. Now it is a natural tobacco with a more original taste. This kind of tobacco comes from It is produced in the Republic of Siberia. So it completely retains the wild taste of Siberia and has a wonderful cold feeling. Of course, if there is no high-tech, let alone tobacco, I can't eat even Siberian pickles..."
Brother Ba was almost talking to himself. Although he looks full of aesthetics, it is enough to make any young girl scream and immediately abandon his brother Smecta. Or the lonely middle-aged woman who is thirty like a wolf and forty like a tiger will appreciate it. Love in my heart.
But when Brother Ba finished speaking, the ten little devils had just stopped eating. After a minute of silence passed, the captain began to talk tentatively. He also promoted "observing beauty" to the highest skill level in life. After unimaginable psychological thinking, he had the insignificant courage and whispered: "Hey! Grandpa!" After he said, he nodded and expressed the most thorough...identification.
The real... Although I don't understand, it's amazing.
Sure enough, art still comes from...life.
The other devils nodded immediately.
Brother Ba thought for a while, and said, "You don't need to call me Grandpa. Call me Brother Ba. I'm still young. Just a joke just now. Do whatever you want and continue to eat and drink."
"Hey!...Brother Ba!" The ten little devils nodded quickly. My god, sure enough, the worst Chinese people are better than the best Japanese... have a better temper?
Brother Ba continued to talk to himself. "About tobacco, I have a lot of knowledge. For example, there are major tobacco producing areas in the world, namely Zambia. The color of tobacco leaves is orange, which is the main reason for the good sunshine in Africa. Of course, rain is also very important. So also It is relatively mature, high in oil, beautiful, with loose tobacco tissue and high nicotine content. The aroma is also good, and the smell is good when smoked."
"Zimbabwe producing area. The world's number one tobacco producing country before 2000. Tobacco leaves are also orange-yellow, with high maturity, similar in oil content, color, and tobacco structure, but they feel different when they smoke, and are relatively high-end, generally in high-end Chinese cigarettes in my country. Among them are essential high-grade raw materials."
"It's just a tragedy. The idiot government initiated land reform, and the tobacco industry collapsed as a result. The babwe currency has also become an international joke."
"The tobacco leaves in the Hunan and Huinan producing areas of my country are orange, light orange, rich in flavor, rich in variety, more delicate, elegant and fragrant. In particular, Huinan tobacco is a high-quality raw material for high-end tobacco."
"The tobacco produced in California is very famous, relatively mature, and well-known all over the world. It tastes very good, rich in smell, rich, rich and elegant..."
"The characteristic of Brazilian tobacco is..."
"Uganda is the king of tobacco in the old age...the world's number one, the best tobacco..."
After speaking, he quickly finished smoking a cigarette. Two fingers pinched out the cigarette butts and sparks, Ba Ge accurately threw the cigarette butts in front of a cartoon-style cleaning robot, and it swept the cigarette butts almost instantly and made a pleasant soft sound.
Then, Brother Ba took out another pack of cigarettes in his arms.
The pack of cigarettes shows the devil symbol on it. The big golden packaging also looks more tacky.
However, Brother Ba looked at the pack of cigarettes very happily, and said with excitement: "The taste of new tobacco is more than a million times that of old tobacco. It may be a bit exaggerated, but this is reality. We must know that my country’s new tobacco exports have almost completely occupied. The earth’s tobacco supply, the famous producing areas of the old age, the tobacco I mentioned above, if we don’t innovate new technologies, new fertilizers, new technologies-of course, it’s impossible to innovate. The technology chain is too huge, and it’s bigger than manufacturing aerospace. It is hundreds of times more difficult."
"Therefore, everyone is not used to smoking these old tobaccos-as long as you smoke new cigarettes, you are not interested in old tobacco."
"However... I can’t imagine, oh... It’s great. Devil cigarettes are so cool. I can even imagine a devil’s tobacco-producing area: under the perfect sunlight, perfect rain, every leaf of tobacco Genes, every growth process, every organization's nutrients, are perfect. And after millions of years of improvement, this masterpiece is finally available."
"I love smoking, tobacco loves me."
"Although there are more than 3 billion smokers in this world... but it doesn't matter, people on earth love to smoke!"
Brother Ba smoked another devil cigarette as he said, and then put it away... to the little devil? Just kidding, it's not that he is stingy, but that this stuff is regularly supplied even by him.
On the market?
Dream, how many appear, how many they buy.
Because many elders don’t talk about taking out a few pieces a day, dozens of packs, or even...a box a day.
Give one box only a week.
Who doesn't know that the taste of devil cigarettes is incomparable. Compared with this new style vanilla~EbookFREE.me~, it is like sister Feng and the little superman Zhiling who has gone through abdominal muscles.
Can it be compared?
"Hey! Yes, Brother Ba!"
Although the devils don't understand what Brother Ba is expressing, the art of tobacco? They knew that China Alliance had less talked about one billion smokers, and now there are more. After all, the living standard is so good, cigarettes and other enjoyment do not matter.
In the old era, an average of 3 million people died from smoking-related diseases every year. In the new era, the lungs were washed once, all of which were OK and free.
There is no problem even if you continue to smoke for a million years, if you can live for a million years.
For Super Life, let alone smoking, it doesn't matter even if it smokes nuclear fuel.
"Come, come, take a bite of the nuclear fuel from the former CIS. Believe yourself!" Of course no mortal dares to approach... this kind of smoker.
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