"Hehe, it's not much, just nine thousand taels." An Xiaoqiao smiled like a fox and made the sign of nine.
"Why didn't you say nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine taels?" Mo Yang glanced at An Xiaoqiao. The deep meaning in his eyes was probably only understood by An Xiaoqiao.
"Why nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine taels?" Xiang Ziluo asked everyone's doubts.
"Of course the more money, the better, but if Luoxue has more shares than An Xiaoqiao, then the decision-making power will fall on Luoxue, and Luoxue's dividends will naturally be more than An Xiaoqiao's."
Everyone suddenly realized and looked at An Xiaoqiao with contempt, profiteer!
An Xiaoqiao faked a few laughs and secretly cursed, as expected of Mo Yang, even such a little thought was seen through.
Mo Yang added: "It is said that there is no profiteer without businessman, but in fact it is not bad to be a profiteer."
Hearing this, An Xiaoqiao immediately greeted him with a smile, "Yes, yes, Mo Yang, you are so right, how much do you plan to give me?"
"Just five thousand taels" Mo Yang actually gave it based on the estimated money needed in the plan.
"Okay, okay, then Zhihan and Mingyue, do you want to buy shares?" An Xiaoqiao smiled like a fox.
"I have no money" they both said in unison
...
It’s spring again in the Freehand Pavilion. Everything is revived, full of vitality, and a hundred flowers are blooming, but it can’t compare to the splendor of the two figures in the pavilion.
"Mo Yang, once in Beicheng, I thought you had a heart for the world. If you had a heart, the world would definitely change for you."
"Mochen, you think too highly of me. It's impossible for me. I used to think that I was always an outsider, but now it seems that you are the only one watching the show, Mochen," Moyang said. In fact, she was already caught up in it.
Xiang Mochen smiled and said: "That's all, what does this world have to do with us?"
Mo Yang looked into the distance and said calmly, "Mo Chen, I will leave the Mingshang Sect later."
"Where to go?" Xiang Mochen's face darkened.
"Go to a place far away, the place where I was born. I don't belong here in the first place. Don't ask why, I have already decided." Mo Yang said, she didn't want to explain too much.
Xiang Mochen was a little frustrated, "Okay, I won't ask, but do you know who placed the curse on you?"
"have no idea"
"You know, given your age, when you were born, except for me and my mother, all the magicians in the world were already dead," Xiang Mochen said. His mother actually placed such a vicious curse on Mo Yang.