Chapter 115: Ingot Treasure

The steaming hot pot was bubbling, and Gao Min, who was busy in the kitchen, served the last plate of prepared side dishes, opened the refrigerator, and said with a smile: "Coke or beer?" ā€

"It's so fragrant, it smells so spicy, master, what is this?" Little Peach peeks out of the tablet.

"Coke." After Chu Hanxing answered, he twisted his fingers again, raised his eyes and asked Gao Min, "Are you afraid of ghosts?" ā€

"Ghosts?"

Gao Min took a can of beer and a can of Coke, turned off the refrigerator with his elbow, sat down, put the Coke in it in Chu Hanxing's hand, and replied casually, "Don't be afraid, but are there ghosts in this world?" ā€

"Wait a minute."

The table was square, Chu Hanxing and Gao Min sat opposite each other, Chu Hanxing looked sideways and nodded to the seat on the right, "Come out." ā€

Gao Min was stunned for a moment, only to see a cloud of air gradually condensed and visible to the naked eye, first there was a vague shadow, and then it became clearer and clearer, and it turned into a living person.

Looking at the costumes of the Qing Dynasty, she can still comfort herself that she is cosplay, but when she looks down, the other party is a small foot!!

Gao Min's heart was beating wildly, and she wondered if Chu Hanxing could hear it.

She mechanically turned her head to look at Chu Hanxing, and after getting an affirmative look, she opened the can, tilted her head and poured a large sip of beer into her mouth.

After swallowing, she took a deep breath and said to Xiao Tao with a smile: "You are Chu Chu's friend, what to drink?" Coke? ā€

Gao Min's demeanor was calm, and her breathing was steady, as if Xiao Tao did not appear suddenly, but she opened the door and personally led her to sit down.

However, the can containing the beer was slightly deformed by Gao Min's pinching, and it could be seen that she was not as calm as she appeared.

Chu Hanxing said softly: "If you are afraid, I will let her go back." ā€

Xiao Tao followed her and helped a little, if she wanted to eat, she could order takeout later.

But there is no agreement between her and Xiao Tao, so she doesn't have to feed Xiao Tao.

It's nothing more than the difference between love and duty.

"No, no, no," Gao Min waved her hand repeatedly, her cheeks flushed slightly after drinking the beer, "I didn't expect that there were really ghosts in the world for a while." ā€

It's still a ghost with little feet, it's just shocking.

Although she is not a staunch materialist, she has been growing up under the influence of Marx, and she has a little feudal superstition about ghosts and gods, but this, this really supernatural scene happened in front of her eyes, didn't it shatter the three views of the past few decades.

Gao Min looked at Xiao Tao: "You shouldn't be used to drinking beer and cola, I'll go get you a bottle of water." ā€

She got up and took a bottle of soda from the refrigerator, and Xiao Tao took it flatteringly, and whispered, "Thank you." ā€

Gao Min was also a little flattered, and replied very politely: "You're welcome." ā€

Chu Hanxing took out a stick of incense and lit it, and casually found a disposable paper cup and put it in.

It's too troublesome to insert it in the incense burner, and you have to press the ashes and sweep the ashes, put them in a paper cup and throw them away directly.

Eating hot pot is already hot, plus the green smoke after the incense is lit, the room is full of smoke, although she doesn't mind, but Gao Min is not used to it.

Without incense, ghosts and gods cannot enjoy offerings, that is, eating, so order one to ensure that the small peach can eat.

"Chu Chu, let's drink one." Gao Min lifted the can and smiled heroically, "Respect for freedom." ā€

Chu Hanxing chuckled, clinked glasses with her, and raised his head to take a sip.

Feeling the bubbles bouncing in her mouth, she raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Soda, she drank it for the first time.

"Come on, come on, it's already cooked, it's all ready to eat." Gao Min picked up the chopsticks and looked at Xiao Tao, "By the way, my name is Gao Min, I don't know your name......"

"I—" Little Peach lowered her eyes, "Call me little-"

"Jiang Yingtao."

The cold voice was like a pearl falling on a jade plate, extremely clear, covering Xiao Tao's lonely voice.

Gao Min nodded thoughtfully, and then his eyes lit up, "Is it 'a river of spring water reflecting peach blossoms'?" ā€

Xiao Tao pinched the chopsticks, her eyelashes trembled, and she didn't nod or shake her head.

Chu Hanxing changed the topic: "Where do you plan to rent the studio?" ā€

"I'm still watching, Chu Chu, what do you suggest?" Gao Min descended the steps.

Chu Hanxing shook his head: "It's all arranged by you, if you don't have enough money, tell me, let's go and have a look together after we have chosen." ā€

"No problem." Gao Min readily agreed.

Chu Hanxing touched a glass with her: "The proportion of shares, five or five open." ā€

"Chu Chu, the money is yours alone! Give me shares what to do! ā€

Gao Min refused without thinking, she still had a mortgage, and she couldn't get the extra money out of hand at all.

Chu Hanxing's expression was faint: "Industry and commerce, taxation, as well as the arrangement of the studio, the signing of the artist, all things have to be done by yourself, so you have to have shares." ā€

Gao Min face, high cheekbones but not convex, high heart and strong willpower, straight nose bridge and main concentration, a typical strong woman, as long as she is given the opportunity, she will definitely be able to make some achievements.

Gao Min was silent for a long time and spoke: "Don't worry, I will never betray you." ā€

Chu Hanxing said lightly: "If you can't even believe it, I'm afraid no one can believe it." ā€

Since Wen Tian appeared, a series of things have happened, and only Gao Min has stayed by his side, as in the past.

Although she hadn't seen Gao Min's horoscope.

Gao Min's heart warmed slightly, and he took a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in Chu Hanxing's bowl: "I know, you have your own business to do, although I can't help you, but I definitely don't let you worry about the studio." ā€

She paused and said, "The things on the hot search... Is it just left to ferment? ā€

Chu Hanxing nodded: "Don't worry about this for the time being." ā€

After eating the hot pot, Gao Min almost knew what he should do, and the two cleaned up the table together and went back to the room to rest.

Chu Hanxing lives in the guest room of Gao Min's house, although the relationship between the two is very good, but there are still many inconveniences for Chu Hanxing, and after getting along for a long time, Gao Min may not be able to see that she is not the original owner.

Therefore, early the next morning, Chu Hanxing planned to go to see the house.

Gao Min went out first, Chu Hanxing pondered for a moment, summoned Xiao Tao, and took out a pile of gold and silver paper: "Do you know how to stack ingots?" ā€

She's still in debt.

Xiao Tao shook her head, "I haven't received it, I've only seen what it looks like in their hands." ā€

"It's simple."

Chu Hanxing took out a piece of gold and silver paper from a pile of papers, rolled it into a cylinder, and then pressed the corners of the two ends.

"Oh yes! I learned! ā€

The little peach folded one according to the gourd painting, which was exactly the same as Chu Hanxing's stacking.

Since she swallowed the black gas, her ghost power has risen and she can take real things.

Chu Hanxing nodded, "Yes, do me a favor, stack ingots." ā€

"Good! But... Master, the horns of this ingots are not warped, they are flat. ā€

Chu Hanxing's expression was faint: "Send yin, the ingots should be flattened, the kind you are talking about, it is burned for the immortals, in the underworld, it is worthless." ā€

Xiao Tao seemed to understand whether he understood or not, Chu Hanxing stacked a warped angle, and burned it to Xiao Tao on the spot.

Looking at the broken gold that has not yet been covered with fingernails, Xiao Tao sighed.

This pile, worth more than five cents, counts her as losing.