The infield was open, and the bet between the two teenagers was brought to light.
Both of them were young sons, and the heads of the Gu family and the Yu family just let them do what they wanted and didn't take it to heart at all.
The big guys upstairs were still watching the fun, Mr. Zhu with the beautiful beard even picked up the binoculars.
"Who do you think has a greater chance of winning?"
"Zixuan, Zixuan has a calm personality. Since he dares to make a bet, he must be sure."
"Zixuan, this kid, is neither arrogant nor impetuous. He has the demeanor of Brother Gu back then!"
"Everyone says that Zimo looks like your old man. I think Zixuan is not bad either." Everyone who has a good relationship with Gu's father praises Gu Zixuan.
On the other hand, he has a good relationship with Yu's father, but he doesn't know how to praise Yu.
After all, that boy's impulsiveness was in everyone's eyes.
One of them held it in for a long time and said: "Your family Yu Yan is very similar to you when you were young. They both had a hot temper and would fight with others just because of a girl."
Father Yu: "..." Thank you for the compliment. You can tell me how many years ago that happened.
Believe it or not, my wife knows that she can pluck my head off when she gets home?
If Yu's father has a bad temper, then Yu's mother will be even more violent.
The two of them were in the same school, one was the school bully and the other was the eldest sister.
I don't know how they came together.
"It means that this child has a pure mind and knows how to protect his friends."
"..."
Everyone was watching and chatting on the second floor.
Only Mr. Zhu walked towards Yan Zhan, who had been silent and standing by the window.
"Azhan, what are you looking at here?"
The old gentleman followed his gaze and found that this boy was looking at the woman as if the iron tree had blossomed.
Oh, no, to be precise, she is just a little girl.
It's so tender that it looks like a minor.
Yan Zhan didn't say anything, and Mr. Zhu didn't care either.
I know this guy talks little.
But after a while, Yan Zhan finally spoke.
"Teacher, do you still remember what my old lady looks like?"
Your old lady?
Who?
Zhu Lao was stunned for a moment and then realized: "Are you talking about Mrs. Yan?"
If we talk about Mrs. Yan, she was a flower in City C back then.
The marriage with Mr. Yan was not chosen by the old man, but by Mrs. Yan.
It’s a lively scene like choosing a son-in-law in an embroidered building.
"Mrs. Yan is extremely beautiful. At that time, your old man was a jealous man and wouldn't allow us to stare at his wife. What she looks like, I am old and can't tell clearly."
Yan Zhan looked away, said "Yeah", turned around and went downstairs.
The people downstairs have already selected the first piece of wool.
It's not too big, but it's extremely expensive. This piece alone costs 50,000.
"Yanzi, are you sure the piece you chose can produce jadeite?" Don't cut it to pieces with just one knife.
Can the remaining two pieces, which add up to only 50,000 yuan, be as good as others?
Huang Tao watched him pick one at random and couldn't help but mutter.
"Why not? Doesn't it look good?"
Yu Yan feels that his choice is pretty good. If it is too big, it will rise first and then collapse.
It's too small and doesn't have much meat. What if it fails to win?
This is medium, and it must be just right when driven out.
"What's better, this piece of wool is so ugly. Otherwise, you choose this piece. I think this piece is not only beautiful in color, but also round and round. It looks like there is jade inside!"
Huang Tao pointed to the side. It was big and round, and looked like a yellow sandpipe.
Manshu glanced at the side and couldn't help but said: "Brother Taozi, choosing wool is just like choosing fruit. The ugly ones will taste better. The smoother ones may be more ordinary."