The silver-grade Qiyuan Stone at the auction had already fetched 16 million Nanbei on the second day. It is estimated that 20 million Nanbei could not be fetched.

The original person is too rich.

This is Wang Zhi's truest feeling.

He looked at the time and saw that there were still 20 minutes until 11 o'clock, which was about the same as he estimated. Han Qingxue should be arriving soon. Little Rabbit and Yang Yang were not here today, and Aunt Guo would not come back until evening.

Perfect.

But there is nothing to discuss about the Zhijiang Province College Cup.

It is better to recite poems, write poems, and talk about life ideals. As the saying goes, when the clothes are gone in the daytime, the Yellow River...

cough.

It was Han Qingxue's first time at home, so she had to prepare herself and not be rude to others.

Wang Zhi tidied up a little and washed up.

Not long after, the doorbell rang.

10:55.
Chapter completed!