300,000 taels, and it's only the reserve price, you might as well grab it!

After Steward Wu finished speaking, this sentence appeared in the hearts of many people, but no one said it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt first glance, this price is indeed exaggerated, but if you think about it, it seems to make sense.

Heaven is fair to everyone, and it is difficult to appear a perfect person. Some people have good looks but a little worse posture, some have good posture but lack a voice, and some have a good voice but lack a little intelligence and talent. The woman standing on the viewing platform in front of her seems to be a blessed darling, no matter from which angle you look at it, it seems that she can't see any flaws. On the contrary, they are all excellent, so good that people are jealous.

Such a woman, just buying it is estimated that the price will not be too low, let alone cultivating it? Invite all the world-famous champions to teach a girl from Qinglou, and you can imagine how much money and resources Que Yunju has invested in her. Coupled with the nature of a businessman, how can there be anything that is not to make money? Far from it, doubling is the minimum and a matter of course. After thinking it through, everyone slowly accepted it.

However, most people still sighed helplessly in their hearts, such luxuries are not something they can afford. Before it even started, the thoughts were completely cut off, and this feeling was fucked up. Of course, it is not for nothing that there are people with deep pockets, there are not many people from some big families in the field, but Wu is in charge of things first, everything is in accordance with the process, and they are not in a hurry. Coupled with his own identity, he can't be in a hurry.

The most ugly face in the field belonged to Zhang Million, and it was not until this that he realized the meaning of Steward Wu's words. Dare to offer 80,000 taels without seeing the girl? Where is it to marvel at his family wealth and decisiveness? It's just to laugh at his inadequacy! After recovering the taste, he only felt that his face was hot, and he wished to dig a hole in the ground and go down to hide. It's not that he can't afford 300,000 taels, but he just spent this huge amount of money just for a woman, and he has to weigh it carefully whether it's worth it.

It is true that the women on the stage are intriguing, but the most important thing in the Hundred Flowers Club is women, according to the market price in the past, even Feng Feifei's redemption price will not exceed 150,000 taels, which is more than twice as cheap, and the cost performance seems to be higher. Not to mention that although the rest are slightly inferior, they are also beautiful beauties with national beauty and fragrance, and the price is several times cheaper. After a little calculation, Zhang Fatzi took a deep breath and sat back in his place without speaking.

The flower viewing hall regained its calm again, and Steward Wu smiled with satisfaction, and made eye contact with Jiang Zhu'er, who understood, bowed to everyone again, turned around and walked out through the side door.

"Alright, the event continues, please the next girl." Steward Wu greeted, the curtain was pulled back on, and then another woman walked out of the side door. The situation after Feng Feifei left the stage reappeared, and the minds of everyone in the audience had already shifted their direction, and their enthusiasm cooled down again. But this time, Steward Wu didn't take it to heart, and took care of himself, and the purpose of Que Yunju had been achieved.

Shen Mo's approach is actually a bit of a killing of chickens and eggs, which makes matters worse, but the Hundred Flowers Meeting was convened by him, and of course the interests of Que Yunju are given priority. As for whether it is fair to other Qinglou who came to participate in the competition, it doesn't matter! There is no such thing as absolute fairness, and the host should enjoy some privileges.

Jiang Yun was sitting down with Ji Feng in a lot of emotions, and suddenly saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl running in from the main entrance, she asked as she walked in order table by table, and when she reached Ji Feng's side, she bent down and whispered, "Who of you is Jiang Yun?" ”

"Him." Ji Feng raised his finger and pointed his gaze to the stage.

"You are Jiang Yun?" The little girl glanced him up and down, as if she was quite unimpressed by the tattered clothes carefully prepared by Xu Chengsi. She pursed her lips and said, "My girl wants to see you, come with me." ”

"Who is your girl?" Jiang Yun asked, but he already had a score in his heart.

"Why do you ask so much? Just follow along. The finch didn't bother to talk to the beggar-looking man at all, and then turned around and left. Jiang Yun almost didn't think much about it, and immediately said hello to Ji Feng, got up and followed.

Out of the hall, I followed the path outside the corridor and walked into the manor's lodgings, and finally stopped in front of the door of the third small building on the left. The finch looked up and motioned, "Go up." ”

"Thank you."

"Hmph." After Que'er snorted coldly, she looked at Jiang Yun vigilantly and said, "Although it was my girl who asked you to come over, you'd better be honest and don't use any crooked brains." Otherwise... Hmph, the consequences are not something you can afford, do you hear? ”

The first impression is really important, and Jiang Yun's outfit is really difficult to leave a good feeling. Faced with the coldness of the finch, he smiled helplessly and walked towards the second floor. The small building is not big, and there is only one room upstairs. Walking to the door, Jiang Yun instinctively wanted to push the door in, but after his hand was raised, he hesitated slightly, and still knocked lightly twice.

"Come in." A slightly familiar female voice came from inside the room, and Jiang Yun pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

It is a very simple cottage, with pink, pale yellow and emerald green as the main colors, and most of the interior is brand new wooden furniture, and a woody fragrance will come to your nose after entering the house. Two feet in front of Jiang Yun was a pale pink silk curtain, translucent, and a bed behind the curtain was faintly visible.

Jiang Zhu'er was kneeling on the ground, with a low-legged piano table in front of her, she raised her hand and said lightly, "Sit down." ”

The scene of seeing Jiang Zhu'er again had appeared countless times in Jiang Yun's dreams, and he had thought of many possibilities. But when his dream came true, he was stunned to find that it seemed to be very different from what he imagined. He forgot a very important thing, they had been separated for too long, and Zhu'er, who was only fifteen years old at the time, would grow up during this time.

When there were some changes in her body, so that Jiang Yun could not overlap with the impression of Zhu'er, Jiang Yun began to be at a loss, and seemed to feel that there was a gap between them that was difficult to see with the naked eye, but it was real, and it seemed to be a gap between hearts.

Jiang Yun was very nervous at this moment, except for the excitement of seeing Zhu'er again, he didn't know how much the other party had changed. Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yun looked left and right, but he didn't find that there were chairs around him that could sit down, so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the shadow behind the silk curtain.

After Jiang Yun sat down, Jiang Zhu'er raised her arms, and the middle finger of her right hand gently plucked the strings, and the beautiful and melodious sound of the piano came out in an instant.

Hearing that familiar tune, Jiang Yun was slightly surprised in his heart. She played a song, a song that Jiang Yun had sung to her in person-Little Dimples. What he was surprised was not why Zhu'er played this tune, but what Steward Wu said.

She is indeed a genius, a real genius, she has only heard Jiang Yun's cappella once, and after two years, she was able to restore and play the whole piece bit by bit, this sensitivity to music is definitely an innate talent, not something that can be learned.

Halfway through the song, seeing that Jiang Yun was still sitting in a daze, Jiang Zhu'er suddenly opened his mouth and sang:

"Happiness begins to have signs, and fate makes us slowly closer."

"Then the loneliness was swallowed up, and the boredom became something to talk about, and there was a change."

The two lyrics easily touched Jiang Yun's sensitive nerves, and he felt as if he had returned to the night two years ago, when he sat side by side with Zhu'er on the roof of the City God Temple, counting the silver in the sky, and plagiarized the song. That night, his mood was the same as at this moment, the same entanglement, he was thinking about arranging the future, how to push Zhu'er out, and at this moment, he was thinking about how to find her back.

Once the box of memories is opened, it will flood like a tidal wave, and it will be out of control. Following the tune, he couldn't help but echo it.

"Small dimples and long eyelashes are your most beautiful mark."

"I can't sleep every day, I miss your smile."

"You don't know how much you mean to me."

"It's just right to have your life complete."

After finishing the song, Jiang Yun took a deep breath, and the depression in his heart was swept away. Music is really a wonderful thing, a tone, a way of singing, a look can make each other understand a lot, but language seems much paler at this moment.

Bamboo has always been his bamboo, and it has never changed, and perhaps only his heart that has been too vicissitudes because he has experienced too much.

When the last note fell, Jiang Zhu'er stood up, slowly approached the silk curtain, and raised his hand to open it. The suffocatingly beautiful pretty face had already burst into tears, she looked at Jiang Yun stupidly, and called softly: "Xianggong... ”