Many friends have impure thoughts, are they thinking wrongly?
What Ye Zi thrust into my hand was a key.
"What is this? Where is the key?" I asked her.
Seeing that his father hadn't come in yet, Zi Zi lay down and whispered in my ear: "There is a house to the north of the reservoir. It was an observatory that was abandoned in the early years. I changed the locks. I used to sleep there when I didn't go home at night." ??
"Then why did you give me this key?" I asked.
Ye Zi said bluntly: "I don't want you to watch imperial films. Let's go to the dark room and I will make you feel more comfortable."
After hearing this, I looked at her face from left to right.
"What, there's something on my face?"
I shook my head: "No, why are you so direct? How many boyfriends have you had before?"
She shook her head, "We only talked about one, it was back in school."
It can be seen from this incident that Ye Zi has ambitions in her heart. She definitely does not like me as a person.
I was in Xiaoqiang Internet Cafe last night, and she knew about it today, which means that she specifically asked someone behind the scenes. Among the people surfing the Internet in the Internet cafe, there were her spies.
She is worried that I will lie to her, that I will give her less money, or that I will take the things and run away. If something happens to me, she subconsciously believes that this risk can be reduced.
When I was traveling around the world, my boss once warned me "four more and four less".
The last one is to touch less women. Some rural girls may look innocent on the outside, but in fact they have many tricks. You may be trapped if you are not careful.
It can be expected that if I went to the dark room with Ye Zi at night and something happened if I couldn't hold it back, I would never be able to get rid of it in my life.
Nothing in the world is that good, and you have to pay the price for being comfortable.
The word "sex" is like a knife to the head. If a man wants to stay rational, it only needs one word.
"Tolerate."
I put the key on the table and said, "If you have something to do tonight, Mr. Song asked me to come over and help. Let's talk about it next time."
Ye Zi was stunned, looked at him suspiciously and said, "Xiang Feng, how can you be so patient?"
I laughed and remained silent on the surface, but in my heart I said to her: "You made a mistake in trying to wrap your neck around my neck. Do you think you are a peerless beauty? I have seen several people who are prettier and have better figures than you."
Yes, I have seen strong winds and waves, but you are still a little green."
That afternoon, Ye Zi called someone on the phone, the man named Donglei who was shoveling the land.
This man is in his early thirties, has dark skin, rides a Suzuki motorcycle that burns oil, smokes constantly, and always has a small black leather bag slung across his body.
"I heard that your family has something to sell? Let's take a look and see what it is."
I brought one over.
The man squatted on the ground and fiddled with it for a long time. Seeing this, Ye Zi asked nervously: "How about Brother Donglei? This is a serious antique, passed down from our family."
The man stood up and threw away the cigarette butt and said: "Yes, it's an old thing. This is a jar used for pickling in the Qing Dynasty. Look at the lid. There are traces here. This is because they used stones to press the pickles because they were afraid of not sealing well.
There are traces of it coming out.”
I was watching on the sidelines and almost told you to get out of here. It’s from the Qing Dynasty. This is obviously a large white-glazed jar from the Guangzhi Kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty. It is a serious ancient porcelain with a high kiln mouth. How did it get into your mouth?
A jar of pickles.
"No way, Brother Donglei, take a closer look. This shouldn't be the pickle used in the Qing Dynasty, right?" Ye Zi frowned and said.
"That's right, it's just a pickle jar. I've collected hundreds of these. But you're good with the leaves. You see, there are flowers on it and a cover. It's rare. Is this the only one you have?"
Ye Zi glanced at me and saw that I was silent with a dark face. She nodded and said, "This is the one, Brother Donglei. Since you said we don't see each other often, how much can you give me?"
"Um."
The middle-aged man lit another cigarette, thought for a while and said directly: "Well, it's rare to have a lid. I'll give you a high price, 260 yuan."
"ah?"
"How much more?"
"260, that's not enough for you. It's a lot. If you don't cover it, I'll give you 50." ??
Ye Zi's face changed, and he pushed the man out of the door angrily.
This man refused to give up, knocked on the door and said loudly: "Don't panic! The price is negotiable! How much do you want to sell it for? Just tell me!"
Ye Zi shouted through the door: "I want to sell it for 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 a chair with a depressed face and drank a large bowl of water.
I didn't say anything from beginning to end, because I knew from the moment this person came in that he was not good and talking to him would be a waste of time.
"belch."
After drinking too much cold water, Ye Zi burped.
I pulled up the stool and sat down and asked, "Do you regret it? It's still too late. I'll ask you again. I'll give you 50,000. These ten jars are all mine. How about that?"
Ye Zi held his chin in his hands and looked at me, his eyes rolling around.
"Xiang Feng, I feel like you are trying to trick me?"
"No, are you suffering from delusions of being persecuted? Why did I cheat you? I don't know how much the jar can be sold for, but I still advanced the money to you."
Ye Zi held his chin and said, "Keke, why am I not at ease? I always feel that you can sell these jars for a lot of money."
I was speechless, and I almost blurted out this sentence: "Yes, I am just trying to trick you."
Ye Zi hesitated for a long time and then said: "Okay, Xiang Feng, just give me 100,000, and then these jars will be yours."
"No," I shook my head and said, "I'll give you 60,000 at most."
"Is ninety thousand okay?"
I shook my head.
"Then give me 80,000, at least."
I looked stern on the surface, but my face was sullen, but in my heart I was happy, thinking: "If the sales are good, one can sell for 80,000 yuan. As expected, I still have long hair and short knowledge."
"Ye Zi, this is making it very difficult for me. There is a high probability that I will lose money and it will be a huge blow to my hands, do you know that?"
As soon as he heard that there was a show, Ye Zi immediately held my arm with both hands, shook it and said coquettishly: "Oh, Xiang Feng, Xiao Fengfeng, just give me 80,000 yuan. You will definitely not lose. With this 80,000 yuan, I will
I can go to a big city to learn singing."
"Don't rub against me."
"Hey. Forget it, just be my brother and I support your dream. I accept your loss, so I'll give you 80,000." I said sadly.
Suddenly, Ye Zi's eyes turned into two crescents when he smiled.
"Then let's make an agreement, and no one can go back on it later."
Ye Zi nodded repeatedly and said that he would never regret it, and whoever regretted it would be a puppy.
She gave me a piece of paper and wrote the Agricultural Bank of China card number on it. I kept it close to my body and said she would transfer the money to you as soon as possible.
I planned to go to the bank to transfer money tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Mr. Song kept urging me to go there that night, saying that he had something urgent to do with me.
As for Ye Zi, she is actually a very realistic girl. I cheated her, and later she left Tianjing Village with 80,000 yuan to participate in the 04 Super Girl audition, but failed.
She didn't give up. She probably learned singing specifically, and later uploaded her own songs on the Internet, which Kugou can listen to. She marked them as self-released. I can't say the title of the song.
When I heard it, it was a big change.
But the voice has not changed, maybe this is the so-called million tuner.
I also wanted to leave a message saying: "It's over", but in the end I didn't dare.
This chapter has been completed!