"How powerful am I? That Manshu gambled away three pieces of jade! I made millions, and my third uncle contributed the money!"
Judging from her tone, she sounded very depressed.
"But in my eyes, Siyu is the most powerful."
Gu Zimo rubbed her hair again, his voice soothing.
He stared at Yan Siyu with his eyes, as if he could only see her.
Yan Siyu's heart skipped a beat when she was looked at. Every time Gu Zimo looked at her like this, her mind went blank and her temper was gone.
"Brother Zimo is the best."
Yan Siyu hugged Gu Zimo's arm and put her head on his shoulder.
Gu Zimo reached out and scratched her nose.
The two of you are playing with each other.
Manshu's eyes swept over the two of them, and she was disgusted by this scene.
"Miss Manshu, what's wrong?" Wan Yi led her to the lounge on the second floor.
I saw this girl making a retching motion.
Could it be that I made too much money today and lost all my money?
"It's nothing, I feel like there are flies stuck in my throat."
Wan Yi: "..." I suspect that the little girl is cursing, but I have no evidence.
"You're not talking about me, are you?" He looks pretty good, right? Why does he look like a fly?
Manshu was stunned and quickly explained: "How could it be possible? You are much better than a fly."
Wan Yi: "Thank you." Being compared to a fly means I have no future.
He led the people to the lounge.
Zhu Lao and Yan Zhan were sitting separately.
Manshu held the box, which contained red jade.
Wan Yi walked over first and said to Yan Zhan: "Third Master, Miss Manshu is here."
Yan Zhan then raised his eyes: "Yeah."
He glanced at Manshu. She lowered her eyes and couldn't see clearly the expression in her eyes.
But this little girl dared to ask for face-to-face transactions, and she was obviously not afraid of him at all.
If I first paid attention to her, it was because she looked like the old lady in the old man’s bedside photo.
Now, more attention is paid to her talent in stone gambling.
Zhu Lao glanced at Yan Zhan angrily. This guy was too cold when he called people over.
He simply said to Manshu: "Come and sit."
The old man shouted, but Manshu was stunned for a moment and then passed.
Her back was straight, neither humble nor overbearing. After saying hello to the two of them, she sat down.
Put the box you were holding on the coffee table and open it.
"Master Yan, this is my red jade, please take a look."
She pushed the box over.
The red jade blooming inside is dazzling.
Manshu was a little nervous, mainly because Yan Zhan's eyebrows were like sharp arrows, and his eyes were like cold stars, which were sharp in his bones, which made her worry that she would show cowardice in front of him.
After all, she had to make an unreasonable request.
"Not bad." Yan Zhan only glanced at her twice before pushing Hong Fei in front of Mr. Zhu.
Mr. Zhu didn't refuse and took a magnifying glass and a strong flashlight.
The red part of this piece of jade has indeed reached the ice level, and there are few cracks, so the jade piece produced will definitely be beautiful.
Such magical and beautiful existence is possible due to the uncanny workmanship of nature.
"It's really good, isn't it Manshu?" Mr. Zhu raised his head to look at Manshu after seeing enough.
"Yes." Manshu didn't know why Mr. Zhu was talking to him.
But he still answered calmly.
"How do you choose wool? Theory, or intuition?"
It has to be said that the curiosity of the elderly is sometimes like that of children.
"I just read a few crappy books on theory." Manshu's words were half true and false, and others couldn't find her flaws for a while.
Because there is a bookstore outside her school, and there are many old books there.