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143.【061】Choose a mascot (2)

"Then what kind of mascot is good? Please give me some advice, Master." Old Madam Murong was very anxious.

Yang Zimei smiled lightly and said nothing.

"No matter how much money you ask for, I will give it..." Old Madam Murong said anxiously.

"The old lady still owes me the hexagram gold. If I remember correctly, you said you can take the hexagram gold for me?" Yang Zimei raised his eyebrows.

Old Madam Murong was stunned and looked at her a little nervously, worried that she would open her mouth like a lion.[

"The hexagram gold I need is not high, just one hundred thousand, but you have to donate three million to charity." Yang Zimei said. She only charges one hundred thousand hexagram gold. It's not that she is not greedy, but that she can't, otherwise, she will suffer

It was God's punishment, but she had to make Old Madam Murong bleed profusely so that she could show her disdain for her before, so she asked them to do charity.

Murong Yunqing was burdened with human life and a lot of resentment. Only by accumulating good deeds could he be better protected.

This is also for his own good.

Hearing what she said, although Old Madam Murong was heartbroken about the money, she did not dare to say anything more. After all, they only accepted 100,000 yuan.

Murong Yunqing had been watching from the sidelines, watching the conversation between her and his mother, and roughly guessing what happened between them.

Yang Zimei saved his life. Not to mention more than three million yuan, he was willing to spend all his wealth.

What surprised him was that Yang Zimei only took 100,000 yuan and donated the rest.

He looked at her——

Her beautiful face had a calm expression, and her star-like pupils seemed to see through everything in the world.

This is a girl who is only fifteen years old!

But how can he be like an old man, who has gone through countless vicissitudes of life and finally become indifferent?

Yang Zimei noticed that he was looking at him, and raised the corners of his lips with a faint smile, "Although I don't have a mascot now, I can't rule out that your store doesn't have one. I will help you pick one, but there is a fee.

One hundred thousand yuan."

Her tone at this moment sounded very much like a miser.

This is such a mysterious girl!

It is impossible to say that he is not interested in her.

He really wanted to lift all her veils one by one and see what kind of person she was and what she had experienced.

He also asked for information about her.

The information obtained is very simple. A rural girl was disabled for some reason. She was treated by an old Taoist priest in the mountains and learned physiognomy. After ten years of treatment, she went down the mountain to follow her parents to study in the city.

If there is something strange, it is that I learned physiognomy from an old Taoist priest.[

There are more than tens of thousands of people learning physiognomy in this world. What's more, he also found out that the Taoist priest seemed to be an ordinary Taoist priest with an unknown reputation and no outstanding talents.

Is everything this girl’s talent?

Yang Zimei ignored Murong Yunqing's speculation about her and just asked him to take her to the jade room where he kept his collection.

Murong Yunqing naturally presented his private collection to her first.

Seeing the collectibles that exuded the fluorescence of antiques, Yang Zimei was truly envious. These were all genuine. Counting them, there were no less than thirty pieces. It is estimated that any one of them would cost more than a million, and those

Gao Guyu was once said by Song Xuan before to be worth hundreds of millions or even priceless.

What a rich man!

Yang Zimei murmured in his heart, secretly calculating that if he could collect so many genuine items in his own private collection, he would be sitting on a golden mountain and would not have to eat or drink for the rest of his life.

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