As soon as the cold and arrogant maid saw Gao Chengbo's attitude change, she immediately changed her rudder.

"I'm sorry, this son, the little maid was presumptuous."

The eyes of the fat businessman who had been stunned before lit up again.

Rong Qiao glanced at them.

"In this way, one of you chooses a piece of jewelry, one piece is ten thousand taels." As soon as she finished speaking, Gao Chengbo shot at the same time as the girl.

"I'm going to ask for this!" Gao Chengbo held the peony silver comb.

"My lady wants this." The maid took the butterfly jade jade chain.

Only this inconspicuous pearl flower hairpin was left on the desk.

The fat merchant didn't like it very much, he didn't want to spend ten thousand taels of silver on such inconspicuous jewelry, so he left with a depressed expression.

A cold sneer flashed in Rong Qiaoqing's eyes. She handed over 20,000 taels of silver tickets to the old man's hands.

"Grandpa, good people have good rewards, these are all yours."

"This—" When had the old man seen so much silver, he was so shocked that he didn't know what to do.

"No, say okay, grandpa, I only need ten taels to be enough, and the rest will be for you."

"Grandpa, hurry up and clean up, go home, go home and buy a few more new clothes for your granddaughter, buy a house, open a shop, and live a good life." Rong Qiao urged the old man.

"Don't worry, I still have one piece of jewelry in my hand, which is enough for me to go home."

The old man burst into tears, he lifted his sleeve and wiped it, and nodded.

"Hey, okay, grandpa, let's clean it up, let's clean it up." The old man packed up his things and left tremblingly.

Rong Qiao smiled at the old man's distant back, and she said silently.

The law of doing business, winning favors from people, and repaying them with generous rewards.

In this world, money can be owed, but human favors cannot be carried.

So she never gives people a chance and makes her bear the debt of human affection.

She withdrew her gaze and turned around, only to be surrounded by a large crowd of vendors.

"Little boy, come to my shop and give me some pointers?"

"Little boy, let's come to my shop."

"Come to my house."

……

The merchants who had expelled her before had now earned twenty thousand taels of silver for the old man in a moment of seeing her, and their eyes immediately turned red.

They scrambled to snatch her and wanted her to come up with a plan. But late.

Sometimes if you miss an opportunity, you miss it forever.

Rong Qiao said that she gave them the opportunity to get rich first, but they didn't cherish it, so at this moment, they didn't have the opportunity to get rich.

Rong Qiao gave them a cold look.

"Let's go, all of you. I gave you a chance, and that's fair, isn't it? ”

The vendors had no choice but to sigh and leave, they regretted that they had gone.

However, regret is useless, and there is no regret medicine in this world.

This is also a lesson to them, teaching them that as a businessman, you have to give people a chance at any time, and then you will leave yourself a chance.

Rong Qiao held the inconspicuous beaded little golden hairpin in her hand, and she smiled coldly.

People in the world only look at the superficial magnificence, but they only miss the most precious things.

Among these three pieces of jewelry, this most inconspicuous beaded small gold hairpin is the most exquisite.

She played with the beaded flower in her hand, and her clear eyes flashed with an incomprehensible cold light.

A middle-aged man in a blue shirt, he had been standing beside him for a long time, and his expression was extremely excited.

His daughter is about to get married, and he came out this time to help his daughter procure a dowry, and what she never forgot was to have a piece of jewelry that was the first pavilion in the world.

However, it is rumored that the jewelry of the first pavilion in the world cannot be bought for 10,000 taels.

His family is not wealthy, although he was pleasantly surprised to see the jewelry of the world's first pavilion, but the silver taels are far from enough, and he cannot meet his daughter's wishes.

It seems that his daughter has nothing to do with the jewelry of the first pavilion in the world.

The middle-aged man in the blue shirt thought gloomily.

Maybe it was the longing light in his eyes, the focused and contradictory demeanor, that Rong Qiao saw it, and couldn't help but take the initiative to ask: "This old man, do you want to buy this fluorescent flying dance in my hand?" ”

"Little boy, to tell you the truth, my daughter is about to get married, and she really wants to have a piece of jewelry that is the first pavilion in the world. I, I, as a father, really want to fulfill my daughter's wishes. But this jewelry costs ten thousand taels of silver, I, I—" The middle-aged man's head slowly lowered.

Rong Qiao smiled.

"Uncle, do you really like this jewelry?"

The middle-aged man smiled innocently.

"I think it's pretty good, simple and small, simple and generous. My daughter has always preferred plain and elegant jewelry, and she will definitely like this jewelry when she sees it. It's a pity that I, as a father, may not be able to fulfill her wishes. His gaze darkened.

Rong Qiao asked him quietly.

"Does the old man have ten taels of silver on him? If the old man really likes it, I will decide to sell it to you for ten taels of silver, and I will give it to your daughter as a gift. I think my young lady would be happy to do the same if she were here. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he was so shocked that he almost dropped his jaw, and then quickly shuddered and took out ten taels of silver from his body.

"Little boy, give, ten taels of silver."

He didn't expect that pie would fall from the sky to him, and the joy in his heart could not be expressed in words at the moment.

He held the golden hairpin and said gratefully: "Thank you, little boy, thank you, little boy." "He, as a father, has finally fulfilled his daughter's wish.

He carefully hid the golden hairpin.

"Wait a minute, uncle." Rong Qiao stopped him.

The old man's expression changed, did the little boy regret selling to him?

"Little boy, are you—"

Rong Qiao smiled.

"I don't regret selling the golden hairpin to the old man, because only those who know how to appreciate the golden hairpin are qualified to wear it. I just wanted you to know one of its secrets. She asked the old man to look into his sleeve at the golden hairpin.

In the dimness, the warm pearl on the golden hairpin emitted a soft blue light, soft and moving.

Sometimes what seems simple and unpretentious on the outside, at some point, is the most dazzling.

"This little boy, this-" I didn't expect this golden hairpin to emit blue light.

"On the wedding night, I hope this golden hairpin will make your daughter more beautiful." Rong Qiao blessed.

"Thank you, little boy, thank you."

The old man nervously tightened his sleeves, and he hurried home, wanting his daughter to see the golden hairpin.

Rong Qiao pulled the ten taels of silver in her hand, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised.

The elaborate jewelry she produces can only be used by those who know how to cherish jewelry.

She stood silent for a moment, ready to leave for Kyoto.

But at this moment, she heard a shrill cry, the panicked footsteps of the crowd.

"Run, the underground Hades are coming, run, the people from Prince Zhong's Mansion are here."

People rushed to the bank, their footsteps were like flying, and they ran faster than rabbits.

What was once a noisy bazaar suddenly became unusually cold.

On the streets, except for the remnants of goods that the vendors had too late to take away, there was no figure to be seen.

The merchants who opened the shop installed the door panels one by one, closed them tightly, and they all hung up signs for resting.

Rong Qiao ran among the beggars, and she ran with the beggars to a thatched hut that broke the wind and squatted.

Depressed, why did this cold-faced guy chase after him so quickly.

Rong Qiao was beating in her heart, she instinctively resisted, she must not fall into the hands of that murderous guy again, otherwise, her life would be at stake.

Rong Qiao was depressed, and Gong Huangjue chased after her to arrest her.

Gong Huangjue was already standing outside the thatched hut that broke the wind, his eyes were cold and sharp.

He put the rope that bound Rong Qiao to the big snow wolf at his side and sniffed.

"Chase the wind, go." Gong Huang Jue patted the high-headed snow wolf on his side, and the fierce snow wolf immediately jumped high and rushed into the thatched house.

Ahh

Not long after the big snow wolf entered, there was a sound of pain in the thatched hut.

Rong Qiao's hand was bitten fiercely by the big snow wolf, and the blood slowly dripped down from her hand.

"Chase the wind, loosen your mouth!" Gong Huang Jue's figure stood on the right side of the big snow wolf like lightning, and under the master's order, Chasing Feng immediately let go, he obediently lay at Gong Huang Jue's feet, stretched out his tongue, and licked Gong Huang Jue's feet.

Gong Huangjue looked at Rong Qiao, who was dressed as a beggar, and stared at the kung fu of having a cup of tea, he felt that this was a kind of fun, just like a spider that tied up flying insects, and a black cat that played with mice.

She remained in his sight, but instead of sticking out the sharp teeth of the beast and the vicious claws of the birds, he just watched coldly, watching the struggle and pain of the creature trapped in his grasp before it died, and he couldn't help it.

And where his cruel gaze swept over like this, the beggars immediately ran out of the thatched hut as if they had seen a ghost.

As for Rong Qiao, she was frowning at the sharp wolf tooth marks on the back of her hand.

It's really unlucky, I don't know if it will be infected with animal viruses, this wolf's teeth must be poisonous.

Fortunately, she also had the antidote pill developed by her mother, Rong Qiao fumbled, she quickly took out a small bottle from her sleeve, then poured out a brown pill and swallowed it.

All of her actions were carried out under Gong Huangjue's cold and frozen gaze.

For the first time, Gong Huangjue felt that his gaze had lost its effect, and his amusing interest had dissipated in vain.

The crescent-shaped silver mask, in the sunlight, reflects a bizarre and strange coldness.

He stepped forward and squatted down in front of Rong Qiao, who was bothering to his wounds.

He wanted to give it a try, how bold was this woman?

The cold breath was transmitted to Rong Qiao's whole body in an instant.

She raised her eyes slightly, almost hitting the bridge of his nose as high as ice. When she knew that she had no way back, she became unusually calm.

Anyway, the worst luck was to be killed by him.

When she had the worst in mind, she decided that whether this person was dangerous or not, she had to fight for a glimmer of hope.

Even if that glimmer of hope is slim, she has to fight for it.

Because, if you don't try, you won't have a chance at all, but if you try, maybe there will be half a chance. The second rule of the merchant.

"Lord, if you have something to say, everything can be discussed. Tell me, how much silver do you need to kidnap me? I think about it according to the amount you said, how? ”