When the purple light of the stone cutter was bright, the crowd exploded again.

"Another second-order one." Because of the stimulation of the third-level energy stone before, her second-level did not attract too many people's attention, and most of her voice was a little envious.

But some people think more: "This is the scrap area again, this girl is so lucky, she shot twice, but she never missed." ”

"If the scrap area can be cut up, that's the real kung fu!"

There was a lot of talk in the crowd.

Of course, there are also people who ask: "Girl, transfer this to me." ”

Qiao Yuanjing nodded: "The person who wants it will bid." ”

She was short of money, very short of money.

"I look at this piece, I should be able to take two standard sizes, and I will pay 1 million according to the market price."

"1.1 million."

"1.15 million."

"1.18 million."

Recently, there are not many energy stones that are willing to sell, and some of them are for their own use, or for their families, and the purchase is relatively small, and the market price has floated up.

And her piece is a whole, which is actually larger than two standard energy stones, so it is reasonable to climb to 1.18 million.

Just when she thought that the price was set here, An Sheng, who had been silent, made a bid.

"1.2 million."

"Brother An Sheng?" Qiao Yuanjing looked at him in surprise.

An Sheng looked at her with a smile: "I also want to cultivate, this thing is not too much for me, you won't sell it to them, don't sell it to me, right?" ”

"How so? It's just that I took advantage of the price. ”

"Silly girl, these so-called market prices are all watery, the real price of energy stone is still a little higher, some people take it from here or change hands, there are many people in this world who are not short of money."

In the end, this energy stone was included in An Sheng's pocket, and Qiao Yuanjing's account received a transfer of 1.2 million.

The three of them walked out of the gambling stone shop side by side, and there were already people waiting outside the store.

Energy stones are such a thing, it is too easy to make people red, and someone from the An family came to pick it up, which made Qiao Yuanjing breathe a sigh of relief.

That night, Anjia checked into Qiao's house with all her money.

She lay on the tatami mat in the studio: "It's so cool, Yuan Jing, tell me, how did you do it?" ”

"That." Qiao Yuanjing sat down cross-legged: "Didn't we live next door to a feng shui gentleman a few years ago?" That Mr. Zheng. ”

"That's impressive. So he's really a master. ”

It was an affirmative sentence, and it was clear that Anja did not have the slightest doubt about her reason.

This is a pretext she has thought of a long time ago, a ready-made reason, and there is no flaw.

In fact, her words are not deception, at most they are misleading, that feng shui gentleman's surname is Zheng, he has no children and no daughters, and he is still a widower.

Back then, her parents saw that he was lonely, and often asked him to come to dinner together, and he became familiar with him after coming and going.

Her calligraphy was also initiated by Mr. Zheng.

There are many people in the community who know about it, and Anjia, as her best friend for many years, is naturally clear.

Later, when Mr. Zheng died, it was still a posthumous affair that their family helped do.

There are even rumors in the community that their family has inherited Mr. Zheng's inheritance.

What they didn't know was that Mr. Zheng had indeed left something for her.

That's right, it was for her, it was given to her alone, and even her parents didn't know it.

Also, when she was a child, Mr. Zheng always carried strange things to her, and it was also at that time that she remembered things more than before, and she didn't think much about it at the time, but now she ......

Anja didn't have the slightest doubt about her reason, and didn't even ask any more questions.

Early the next morning, Anjia packed up and went to work.

Qiao Yuan had nothing to do, and finished the unfinished painting in the morning, and then heard the sound of the door being opened outside.

She knew that it was Qiao Jianguo and Sun Huimin who came back.

But the next conversation between them made her face sink too.

"It's too much of a bully." Sun Huimin slapped the key on the table: "Why did you stop me just now, you should have let me tear their mouths." ”

"Alright." Qiao Jianguo's expression was also not good-looking: "The more you take care of them, the more you kick your nose in the face, the matter is getting bigger, do you want Jingjing's reputation?" ”

"I'm not here for quiet fame, you heard it, how ugly they say."

"Okay, okay, don't mention it quietly in front of you, lest she be sad."

Qiao Jianguo saw that Sun Huimin was still angry, and said helplessly: "If violence can solve the problem, you don't need to say it, I will be the first to rush up and beat them?" But does it work? Instead of tearing the skin, it is better to solve the problem at the source......"

Sun Huimin's mind flashed: "You mean ......"

Qiao Yuanjing's palms in the studio tightened and tightened, those people were indeed too broken-mouthed, and they should be taught a lesson, there was nothing to do all day long, the east family, and the west family ran the train with a short mouth.

She can not care about other people's opinions, but she has to take into account the feelings of her family.

Because of this incident, when eating lunch, the atmosphere was a little weird, and Qiao Yuanjing didn't know it.

As soon as he finished eating, he received a call from the owner of the calligraphy and painting shop, Qiao Yuanjing was a little strange, saying that he would go to his store in a few days, and it was only one day. What's the matter?

"Miss Qiao, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"No, Boss Chen, do you have anything to do?"

"Well, do you remember what you told you yesterday about the painting that was sold?"

"Well, what's wrong, is there a problem with the painting?"

"Nope! No! There is no problem with the painting, in fact, I was also surprised, it was yesterday that the customer placed an order again, he wanted to meet with you, if you have time, come to our store to talk? ”

"Alright, I'll come right over."

Qiao Yuanjing hung up the phone, said something to Sun Huimin, and prepared to go out with the painting she had just finished.

"Quietly. Where are you going? I'll send you there. Qiao Jianguo came out of the study with the car keys in his hand.

Qiao Yuanjing probably guessed that her father didn't want her to hear those gossips, so she didn't refuse.

The father and daughter went straight to the underground garage.

"Jingjing, you've got your driver's license, and you have to practice this car. It can't always be a bus, a taxi. ”

"I know, Dad, I'll make up the time to practice."

When she finished the college entrance examination, she went to get a driver's license, but the driver's license was shelved when she got out, and she didn't like to drive very much, and she always went out by taxi or bus.

Now that I think about it, it's really inconvenient.

When she arrived at the door of the calligraphy and painting shop, she saw an unexpected person.

"Boss Wang."

Wang Jiu was also very surprised, he smiled and said: "It turned out to be you girl, you are the painter that Lao Chen said." ”

"I'm about to introduce you, it's better if you know each other, who is this?" Lao Chen came out of the store with a smile and looked puzzled when he saw Qiao Jianguo.

"Oh, this is my dad."

"It turned out to be Brother Qiao, hurry up and please go inside."

There was a tea room behind Boss Chen's store, and the group sat in the tea room.

Boss Chen sat in the main seat and divided tea.

Then Qiao Yuanjing listened to Wang Jiuye talk about the ins and outs of the whole thing.

"This matter, I have to start with my son, my son is only ten years old this year, he has autism since he was a child, and the standard test is only F-level, you all know, F-level qualifications, theoretically speaking, I can't break through the third level in this life, and I can't even go to interstellar travel, but I never believed in fate, and I worked hard to do the energy stone business, which also allowed him to have more resources, but no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many energy stones he smashed, he couldn't break through the second level."

Wang Jiuye paused, and his voice was obviously excited: "But just yesterday, I bought a painting from Lao Chen and went back, and he actually broke through when he looked at that painting." Wang Jiuye's eyes were full of tears, and they all said that men don't flick when they have tears, but it is conceivable that he values his son.