Many friends have impure thoughts, right?

The leaves stuffed into my hand is a key.

"What is this? What's the key?" I asked her.

Seeing that my father had not come in yet, Ye Zi lay in my ear and whispered: "There is a house in the north of the reservoir. It was an observatory that was abandoned in my early years. I changed the locks. I used to sleep there if I didn't go home at night."

"Then why do you give me this key?" I asked.

Ye Zi said bluntly: "I don't want you to watch royal movies. Let's go to the small dark room and I'll make you feel more comfortable."

After hearing this, I looked at her face left and right.

"Why, I have something on my face?"

I shook my head: "No, why are you so direct? How many boyfriends have you ever talked about before?"

She shook her head, "I just talked about one thing, it was when I was in school."

From this incident, we can see that Ye Zi has ambitions in her heart, and she definitely doesn't like me as a person.

I was in Xiaoqiang Internet Cafe last night, and she knew about it today, which means she had specially asked someone for inquiries behind the scenes... Among the people who surf the Internet in the Internet cafe, her eyeliner was her.

She was worried that I would lie to her, afraid that I would lose her money, or that I would run away with something, and if something happened to me, she subconsciously thought that this risk would be reduced.

When I ran to the world, I once warned me of "four more and four young people".

The last thing is to avoid touching women. Some rural girls look simple on the outside, but in fact they have many tricks, and you will be trapped if you are not careful.

It can be imagined that if I went to the small dark room with Ye Zi at night and couldn't help but something happened, then I wouldn't be able to get rid of it in my life.

There is no such good thing in the world, and it will cost you if you feel comfortable.

The word "color" is a knife, and men should keep their rationality in one word.

"Tolerate."

I put the key on the table and said, "If you have something to do in the evening, Mr. Song will ask me to help you. Let's talk about it next time."

Ye Zi was stunned and looked suspiciously and said, "Xiang Feng, how could you bear it so much?"

I smiled, but said to her in my heart: "You are wrong to cover my neck. Do you think you are a peerless beauty? Have you seen several people who look better than you, have better figures than you, and have seen them in the wind and waves. You are even tender."

That afternoon, Ye Zi called someone over the phone, and the one named Donglei shoveled the ground.

This man is in his early thirties, dark-skinned, riding a Suzuki Wangpo motorcycle that burns oil. He smokes and always has a small black leather bag cross-body.

"I heard that your family has something to sell? Let's see what it is."

I took one over.

The man squatted on the ground and fiddled with him for a long time. Seeing this, Ye Zi asked nervously: "How about Brother Donglei? This is a serious old antique, passed down from our family."

The man stood up and threw away the cigarette butt and said, "That's right, it's an old thing. This is the jar used to pickle pickles in the Qing Dynasty. Look at the lid, there are traces. These are the traces that I was afraid of not sealing well when pickled pickles, so I pressed them out with stones."

I watched from the side and almost said, "Get out quickly, what about the Qing Dynasty. This is obviously a large white glaze jar from Guangze Kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty. It is a traditional ancient porcelain in the kiln. How come it has become a pickle jar in your mouth.

"No, Brother Donglei, you're taking a good look. This shouldn't be used for pickled pickles in the Qing Dynasty, right?" Ye Zi said with a frown.

"It's not wrong, it's just a pickle jar. I've collected hundreds of this thing, but you're good at leaves. Look, there are flowers and covers on it. It's rare. You just have this one?"

Ye Zi glanced at me and saw that I was dark and silent, she nodded and said, "Only this one, Brother Donglei, since you don't say it's too much, how much money can you give?"

"Um....."

The middle-aged man lit another cigarette, thought for a while and said directly: "It's rare to have a cover. I'll give you a high price, and I'll give you 260 yuan."

"ah?"

“How much……?”

"260, you still think it's too little, it's a lot. If you don't have any gamblers, I'll give you 50."

Ye Zi's face changed, and she was so angry that she pushed the man out of the door.

The man refused to give in and slapped the door and said loudly: "Don't panic! The price can be negotiated! How much do you want to sell for? Tell me directly!"

Ye Zi shouted through the door: "I want to sell 100,000 yuan!"

"100,000 yuan!"

"Is this the pickle jar used by Emperor Qianlong? I'm dreaming! Keep it for yourself!"

After the man left, Ye Zi sat on the chair with a depressed face and drank a large bowl of water.

I never spoke from beginning to end, because I knew from the moment this person came in that this person was not good, and talking to him was a waste of time.

"Disconnect..."

I drank too much cold water and Ye Zi burped.

I pulled open the stool and sat down and asked, "I regret it? I still have time to ask you, I'll give you 50,000 yuan, these ten jars are mine, how about it?"

Ye Zi held her chin with both hands, looked at me, and her eyes dripped in circles.

"Xiang Feng, I feel you are cheating me?"

"No, do you have paranoia caused by the pest? Why do I cheat you? I don't know how much the jar can be sold, so I'll give you money."

Ye Zi held his chin and said, "But... But why am I not at ease? I always feel that you can sell these jars for a lot of money."

I was speechless, and almost blurted out this sentence: "Yes, I'm just cheating you."

Ye Zi hesitated for a long time and said, "Well, Xiang Feng, give me 100,000 yuan, and then these jars are all yours."

"No," I shook my head and said, "I will give you at most 60,000."

"Is ninety thousand okay..."

I shook my head.

"Then give me 80,000, the least."

I was serious on the surface: I was nervous, but I was happy in my heart, thinking: "If you sell well, you can sell 80,000 yuan per person. It turns out that my hair is long and my knowledge is short."

"Ye Zi... You are very difficult for me to deal with. There is a high probability that I will lose. Do you know if I have lost my hand?"

As soon as he heard that there was a show, Ye Zi immediately hugged my arm with both hands, shook it and said coquettishly: "Oh... Xiang Feng, Xiao Fengfeng, you can give me 80,000 yuan, you will definitely not lose. With this 80,000 yuan, I can go to a big city to learn singing."

"Don't rub it against me."

"Oh... Forget it, just act like my brother, I support your dream. I admit it too, so I will give you 80,000." I said sadly.

Suddenly, Ye Zi's eyes smiled into two crescent moons.

"Then let's make a statement, no one is allowed to repent after that."

Ye Zi nodded repeatedly, saying that he would never regret it, and whoever regretted it would be a puppy.

She gave me a piece of paper and wrote the card number of the Agricultural Bank of China. I put it in close contact with me and said I would transfer money to you as soon as possible.

I plan to go to the bank to transfer money tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. In the evening, Mr. Song kept urging me to come over and said that there was something urgent to ask me.

Ye Zi is actually a very realistic girl. I cheated her. Later, she left Tianjin Village with 80,000 yuan to participate in the 04 Super Girl Audition and was defeated.

She didn't give up, and should have learned to sing specifically. Later, she uploaded her own songs online. Kugou can listen to them, and the markings are self-published, so I can't say the title of the song.

That sounded so much.

But the voice has not changed, maybe this is the so-called million tuners.
Chapter completed!