"Do you think I will believe it?" My tone was very cold.
Wang Minghang lowered his head, it seems I was right.
"Looks like I haven't learned my lesson yet!" Zhang Yujie suddenly grabbed the mop in the corner and swung it towards Wang Minghang's head!
"Zhang Yujie, no!" I shouted.
The mop in Zhang Yujie's hand stopped just a few centimeters away from Wang Minghang's head. Although he didn't swing it down, the mud spots on the mop hit Wang Minghang in the face.[
"Hey, you should be lucky that Zhou Ming is softer than me." Zhang Yujie smiled, took the mop back, and threw it back into the corner.
Wang Minghang was so frightened that a drop of sweat broke out on his forehead. Che Hao and Chen Mo were also breathing heavily. What happened last night should have left a deep impression on them.
Lin Yufeng and others' eyes widened. It was the first time they saw Zhang Yujie's ghostly speed, which shocked them even more. Everyone in the dormitory also secretly sweated, but they didn't know what they were thinking.
Qian Kuilai, on the other hand, has been packing the goods from beginning to end.
He emptied all eight cabinets in the dormitory, stuffed everyone's belongings under their beds, and then sorted the goods into the cabinets bit by bit. He worked meticulously and ignored the affairs of the dormitory.
He turned a deaf ear to everything that had just happened, as if he had not seen it at all. He was still busy with his own things and living completely in his own world.
The atmosphere in the dormitory suddenly became extremely tense. I stood up, put my hand on Wang Minghang's shoulder, and said coldly: "I don't want to hear your glib nonsense again."
Wang Minghang stretched out his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Just as he was about to speak, Qian Kuai came up and held up a small green bag and said, "Wang Minghang, how much is the purchase price for this?"
Wang Minghang was startled, turned around to see the money coming, and then looked at me. I nodded, and he thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be San Mao."
"Three cents, then you can sell it for fifty cents." Qian Qianlai took out his notebook and recorded it, muttering: "How can you sell this kind of stuff? You guys are so ignorant."
Everyone in the dormitory looked at each other, and the tense atmosphere just now was relieved. Qian Jilai was still packing the goods, entering a state of complete selflessness, and was completely attracted to another world.