"Don't you play?" Yan Murong looked at Yan Minghua and asked.

"It's okay, shouting and shouting and don't want money." Yan Minghua pouted. "By the way, I can also mobilize the patriotic sentiments of those Chinese gentlemen."

"Two hundred and two million."

Sure enough, after Yan Minghua finished shouting the price, Zheng Wuming followed up and raised the price, obviously, he was not a conscience discovery, and he didn't want Huaxia's things to fall into the hands of foreigners.

"Two hundred and fifty million." Larson continues to raise prices. The two price increases were large, and it seemed that they were determined to get the book.

"Two hundred and seventy million." Zheng Wuming shouted not to be outdone, and it seemed that he was also forced out of anger.

Seeing that the two people did not give in to each other, the auctioneer on the stage trembled with excitement.

Just as athletes like gold medals and players like Golden Boots, as an auctioneer, their pride is to auction off sky-high items in their hands, and it is also the capital to show off to their peers.

"Who do you think will buy in the end?" Yan Minghua asked.

"Whatever." Yan Murong said indifferently. "Whoever buys it is the same, why, you don't shout the price?"

"Don't shout, it's boring." Yan Minghua pouted and said. "Let those two idiots fight."

Soon, after several rounds of price increases, the price has been increased to 310 million, and the bidding of the two people has also begun to become anxious, both of them are 500,000 and 500,000 upwards, and no one will shout tens of millions again.

"Three hundred and one hundred and fifty million." Larson stood up and shouted out the price, and at the same time, looked at Zheng Wuming and said. "If you continue to increase the price, I will give up."

"Three hundred and twenty-two million." Zheng Wuming shouted in a deep voice.

"Well, the book is yours." Larson shook his head regretfully, signaled to the auctioneer that he would not increase the price again, and sat down.

"Congratulations to Mr. Zheng." After three inquiries, the auctioneer dropped the hammer with excitement, and it could be heard from his slightly trembling voice that this price brought him fame and a considerable income.

As Zheng Wuming went to the back to pay the money, the host also took the opportunity to announce the end of the auction, and then, it was the old routine - the ball.

After the staff cleaned up, the lights dimmed, the music played, and many men and women joined hands on the dance floor.

"Three hundred million dollars, you've earned it." Yan Minghua said with a smile.

"If I knew that I could sell it for so much money, I would have found a place to auction it a long time ago." Yan Murong said with a regretful face. "It's good now, I can't get a penny."

"Not necessarily." Yan Minghua smiled, then pouted to the side and said. "Look, you're here for the man who sent the money."

Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, followed Yan Minghua's gaze, and saw Li Jianhua walking towards them.

"It's a big deal." Li Jianhua looked at Yan Murong with a smile on his face.

"Play around." Yan Murong smiled and asked. "You're here to send me money?"

"Or else?" Li Jianhua also smiled, took out a bank card from the pocket of his suit, handed it to Yan Murong, and said. "The password is six zeros, and the money is a lot."

"Looks like I really earned it." Yan Murong took the bank card and put it directly into his pocket.

"Of course it did." Li Jianhua smiled and said. "Have fun, I'll accompany Director Wang." After speaking, Li Jianhua patted Yan Murong on the shoulder and turned to leave.

"How do you know he's going to give me the money?" Yan Murong looked at Yan Minghua with a puzzled expression. "Didn't you say that they were all donated to the disaster area?"

"Fifteen million is enough." Yan Minghua said.

"Fifteen million?" Yan Murong's head was foggy. "Isn't it more than 30 million?"

"Do you think you can really give away all the money?" Yan Minghua smiled disdainfully. "This kind of thing has long been strange, didn't Li Jianhua say it just now, he still has to accompany Director Wang, what do you think he is going to do?"

"You mean, he's going to deliver the money?"

"Do you think he's betraying his hue?" Yan Minghua said with a smile. "There is a circle of rules, and half of that money has to go into Director Wang's pocket."

"Damn, it's so dark." Yan Murong smacked his lips and sighed. "Then why did I get my money back?"

"What if you don't send it back?" Yan Minghua shrugged. "The rules are dead, people are alive, more than 10 million Huaxia coins are nothing, if you accept it, you will receive it, you are US dollars, half of it is 150 million, and it is more than 1 billion Huaxia coins, even if Li Jianhua dares to send it, does he dare to accept it? Besides, your relationship with Li Jianhua is not bad, and no one's money can be hacked if he hacks anyone's money. ”

"I suddenly remembered the joke I saw in the newspaper the other day." Yan Murong suddenly laughed.

"What joke?"

"A joke about the ideal for children when they grow up." Yan Murong said. "The teacher asked a boy in class what he wanted to be when he grew up, and the boy said he wanted to be an official. The teacher asked the reason, and the boy said that when he was able to make money, he would buy a villa, buy a sports car, raise a junior, and then buy a villa and a sports car for the junior. ”

"Poof—"

Yan Minghua laughed very unfiguratively, and after a while, he said. "Y-don't say it, you're right."

"There's more to come." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"What else?" Yan Minghua asked with an urgent expression.

Then the teacher asked the boy at the same table, and there was a girl at the same table, and the teacher asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up, and guess what the girl said?

"How?"

"She said to be a junior."

"Not bad, very realistic idea." Yan Minghua in one sentence. "The current society is like this, good people can't survive, even if you are white, there will be people who will find a way to turn you black."

"I'm just telling you a joke." Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "What kind of exclamation are you making here?"

"I didn't sigh." Yan Minghua said with a serious face. "You sighed there first, and I'm just reminding you that since you came out of the mountains and entered this society, you have to adapt to it—how do you say that? This society is forcibly ~ raping you, you only have two choices, either resist or obey it. ”

"Is there a difference?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"Of course there's a difference." Yan Minghua chuckled and said. "If you resist, you will end up with a bloody end, and when the time comes, you will be raped ~ corpse, if you don't resist - then congratulations, after you pay chastity ~, you will adapt to this society, and you can unscrupulously deprive others of chastity ~."

"It's a big difference."

"Is it big? It's a little different, but the result is the same. Yan Minghua said with a smile. The end result is that your membrane is torn. ”

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PS: I don't know what's wrong lately, I'm tired, my stomach is still uncomfortable, I've had diarrhea for a day, and my ass hurts.