This foreshadowing was buried just right, and Yao Yi was looking forward to the shock when the other party found out the truth.

When he found out the price of Kailan Di Gosica, and then recalled Yao Yi's sentence "You can buy one with a month's pocket money" and his own sentence "Your monthly pocket money may not be enough for me to pay for a meal", his expression must be very exciting.

As for whether it is really possible for him to have a meal that is less than Yao Yi's pocket money for a month?

It's not that there are no such people, the huge Shangjing, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, can be described as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, some people who are plain on the surface actually have unfathomable strength and background, but the young man in front of him is obviously not one of them - if at his age, a meal costs 400,000 US dollars, Yao Yi can't be impressed by him.

After pondering for a while, Yao Yi said in a flat tone: "This is Kai Landi's pen, this one in my hand is 'Gosica', a limited edition, it is not easy to buy a brand new one." ”

"Hehe, the so-called 'limited quantity' is a marketing method to stimulate customers' desire to consume, do you know what 'hunger marketing' is? Forget it, you don't understand it. In short, you just need to know that what ordinary people think is difficult is just a piece of cake in the eyes of the elite. The young man pushed down the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, a little pretending to be reserved, but his tone was very arrogant, and after speaking, he looked at Mi Meng triumphantly, wanting to see the worship or appreciation of him from Mi Meng's face.

But he was disappointed, Mi Meng didn't look at him at all, her big watery eyes kept looking at Yao Yi.

Yao Yi spread his hands and did not speak.

There is no need to refute it, because he is right.

"No need to look for it. The young man put down the red banknote with a hundred amounts, hugged the balls and turned the girl to leave, from beginning to end, without looking at Yao Yi with his eyes.

Yao Yi watched his back fade away from the street, and a complex expression of shock, confusion, annoyance, shame, and disbelief appeared on his face.

Well, that's a funny, distorted face.

It's enough to contract today's jokes.

Yo, and a bit of a rhyme.

Maybe I have a talent for RAP, and if I'm too idle, I can consider getting a rap music show out a few years in advance, so as not to be turned into a smoky "foolish program" by those eye-catching and gold-digging goods.

Speaking of which, if you really want to set foot in the field of literature and art, you should first try youth literature? In the past, several submissions to "Sprout" and "Reader" were rejected, but I was angry and depressed for a long time.

After all, everyone is good at different fields, Yao Yi can become a legend in the business world, and he will become a husky if he develops in the literary world.

However, today is different from the past, and today's Yao Yi is an old man who has seen the vicissitudes of life and has many stories.

Thinking of the deep blow when the manuscript was rejected that year, Yao Yi felt that this was also a regret that should be made up.

I was thinking differently when I was suddenly grabbed by a small hand on my shoulder.

Turning his head, Mi Meng, who was less than one meter six tall, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him sympathetically: "Yao Yi, if you want to open up, don't be sad for a woman who doesn't love you, it's not worth it!"

Yao Yi was stunned for three seconds before she figured out what the girl was talking about.

She must have mistakenly thought that the girl with the head of the ball was Yao Yi's old love, and now she empathizes and doesn't fall in love with the big money!

Well, when you think back to the previous conversation, it's easy to misunderstand.

A 20-year-old boy who was selling bookmarks at a street full of lights saw a young couple and stared at the girl for a long time, who recognized him but insisted that she didn't know him......

Tsk, it's a prime-time urban emotional theater.

"Actually, I don't know her. Yao Yi laughed and shook her head as she said, "I don't even know her name." ”

Mi Meng withdrew her little hand, gave a thumbs up, and nodded vigorously: "Yes, you don't know her, you will be a stranger from now on, and you don't need to remember her name." ”

“……”

"Okay, don't be sad, or I'll treat you to supper, and thank you for teaching me how to spread, uh, marketing." Hmm, I remember walking a little way down there there is a particularly delicious Malatang, do you like Malatang?"

"No need. Oh, it's not early, the bookmarks are sold out, it's almost time to go back to rest. ”

Hearing that the little girl wanted to invite herself to eat Malatang, Yao Yi hurriedly refused.

"Okay. Mi Meng looked a little disappointed, but didn't persevere, lowered her head and began to pack her things, small benches, watercolor pens and unused stickers were all stuffed into the big bag, and the folding table was folded and carried like a shield.

After collecting the things, Mi Meng found that Yao Yi was still standing in place, and was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Yao Yi knew that this girl would not cheat, so she had to think of a faceless statement to remind: "You forgot our agreement." ”

"Oh oh!" Mi Meng suddenly realized, "I forgot to give you the spoils!"

Spoils......

Well, don't care about such details.

Yao Yi smiled and nodded, Mi Meng put down the folding table and large backpack, took out the wallet with Doraemon painted on it, took out banknotes of different denominations of old and new, and began to count: "Twenty, thirty, eighty ......"

"There were originally twenty bookmarks on the folding table, and I gave one on my own initiative, and the remaining nineteen were sold for one hundred and ninety yuan, five of which had blessings signed by me, and the cost, counting the bookmark I sent, would be rounded up to ten yuan, and the net profit of one hundred and eighty yuan multiplied by 0.3 would result in fifty-four yuan, plus the twenty-five yuan of additional income that I had signed—this money should belong to me, and you have no objection—a total of seventy-nine dollars." ”

Yao Yi is naturally sensitive to numbers, and has been trained in professional memory, so he has completed the calculation in the blink of an eye, and as for the hundred yuan put down by the little villain who sent his face to the door, he did not count it.

He can't look down on that money.

Mi Meng was stunned when she heard this, out of trust in Yao Yi, she didn't recalculate, took out eighty yuan and handed it to Yao Yi.

When Yao Yi received the due reward, the two said thank you in unison.

As soon as Mi Meng showed her two tiger teeth, her smile froze on her face as she saw Yao Yi hand over a coin.

"Well, I'm looking for you a dollar. ”

"No, I don't have to. ”

"According to our agreement, I am entitled to a reward of seventy-nine dollars. Yao Yi shook his head and said, "We should strictly abide by the agreement in order to continue to maintain the relationship between partners." ”

"Okay. Mi Meng accepted the coin and muttered in a low voice, "Look at you are super good, how can you look like you don't recognize your six relatives when you calculate the accounts." ”

Yao Yi pretended not to hear and asked, "Where do you live?" If it's not far, I'll send you downstairs, it's so late, it's not safe for girls to walk at night." ”

At this time, the mighty anti-crime and anti-evil struggle has not yet begun, and it is indeed not safe for a seductive and criminal girl like Mi Meng to walk alone at night.