Hu Xiaoniu watched Qingchen leave, and he felt a... familiar smell.

It’s not that he has seen Qingchen or Qingchen looks like someone, but Qingchen’s attitude of keeping people from thousands of miles away.

It’s like the attitude of being polite and polite on the surface but proud in the bones when they reject some of their classmates themselves.

This surprised Hu Xiaoniu. He looked at the building where Qingchen lived and asked, "Did you find him a little strange?"

"I asked Nan Gengchen next to me today. He said that this classmate's grades have been stable in the top three in the grade. It is normal for a little proud. Isn't all academic masters like this?" Bai Wan'er smiled and said, "We scholars in the sea are the same."

Wang Yun smiled and shook her head: "The ceiling of the top students in small cities is too low."

In fact, Wang Yun did not deliberately mock her, but they knew very well that education in super first-tier cities is much ahead of small cities.

In key middle schools in some big cities, you can communicate English without any hindrance when you are holding someone at the school gate. The key is that you are holding someone like this.

I don’t know how many of these students won the competition awards, and they experienced life in the Arctic during the winter and summer vacations.

It seems to be a life of two worlds.

"Forget it, don't think about the academic masters and gods. We won't have much interaction with him. We just happen to live with neighbors," Wang Yun said, "When you enter the house, you said."

The workers had evacuated and the house was completely renovated after only one day of use.

The house was not renovated. Because the time was too short, it was urgent to lay fixed carpets on the floor, moisture-proof spray was applied to the walls, and a layer of wallpaper was pasted.

For the four of them, this is barely enough to live.

"Actually, we can stay in a hotel, and we don't have to stay here. Everyone's goal is Liu Dezhu, and Jiang Xue is nothing special," Bai Wan'er said.

Hu Xiaoniu said: "Don't be so short-sighted. Since we have decided to go from City 7 to City 18, we should try to make friends in City 18. Haven't you read He Xiaoxiao's guide? Try to form a team."

Wang Yun was still a little sad: "You have to slowly establish a good relationship with Liu Dezhu. In my opinion, it is okay to spend money directly on information and resources."

Zhang Tianzhen shook his head: "Since you have chosen to come to Luocheng, you should make plans to endure hardships. This is what Xiaoniu and I agreed from the beginning."

Hu Xiaoniu is the backbone of this group of people. He nodded and said, "Now I am trying to find a way to get along with Liu Dezhu, so let's put away everyone's usual style. Although you must not have money, money is not omnipotent. You must understand that there are many people in the world who have more money than us. When someone wants to spend money to buy resources from Liu Dezhu, friendship is our biggest advantage."

"By the way, how are you doing? We were originally going to be in the same class, but the school insisted that Class 4, Grade 2, was full," Wang Yun asked.

Hu Xiaoniu replied: "Liu Dezhu is quite easy to get along with, but he just asked him a lot of things and he was unwilling to say it."

"By the way," Wang Yun suddenly said: "Did you hear that Yang Yang also plans to go through the transfer procedures."

"Yanyang?" Bai Wan'er and others were stunned.

Seedlings.

A very simple name, but looking at the reactions of Bai Wan'er and others, it seems that this name has a unique position in Haicheng's top middle school in Haizhong.

Zhang Tianzhen suddenly said, "Will she transfer to this place, too?"

"I don't think about these things for now, and I haven't heard that Yangyang has become a time traveler," Hu Xiaoniu said: "Go to visit your new neighbor first."

As he said that, he took out an exquisite box from the house as a meeting gift and took the others to the second floor together.

Dongdongdongdongdong, Hu Xiaoniu knocked on the door.

A voice came from the room: "Xiaoyun, go open the door, maybe it's your brother Qingchen."

Then, Xiao Yun's sweet voice came: "Brother Qingchen wait a moment, I'll open the door for you."

With a clack, the door opened.

Wang Yun said with a smile: "Hello, kid."

The door was closed again with a slam, and Li Tongyun said in the door: "Mom, it's not Brother Qingchen."

Jiang Xue was surprised: "Who is that?"

Li Tongyun replied: "It's not important."

The sound insulation effect of the room was not very good. Hu Xiaoniu heard cartoon sounds from the Wangwang Agents inside, and then the door was never opened for them again.

Wang Yun and Bai Wan'er looked at each other: "Brother Qingchen... This name sounds familiar?"

At this time, they had not realized that the neighbors in this building were the direct bloodline of the Li family consortium and the other was the single-letter disciple of Li Shutong. They worked hard to travel to Luocheng, but even though none of the main leaders were right.

...

At this time, Qingchen, who was muttered by Li Tongyun, was standing in an alley south of Luocheng Cross Street.

The alley has been around for a while, and the buildings are all Chinese-style. The bluestone roads are lined with gray walls and black tiles.

When it rains, raindrops gather on the tiles and then fall down the corrugated ones.

Two red lanterns were hung in front of the Laojin store, and a blackboard was placed at the door: high-priced gift recycling, gold, cordyceps, ginseng, Maotai, Jiannanchun, and Wuliangye.

Qingchen asked with a hoodie in her sweatshirt, "How to collect gold?"

The old man who was weaving a bamboo basket inside raised his eyes and slanted him: "Do you have an invoice?"

"No," Qingchen shook his head.

The old man glanced at him, put down the bamboo basket in his hand and said, "It's hard to handle without an invoice. If you want to sell it sincerely, 340 grams per gram, I won't ask where you got it."

Today, the price of gold is 380 per gram, but there are prices for selling stolen goods.

Qingchen thought for a while and said, "Trade, 39 grams."
Chapter completed!