Su Cheng didn't say anything and directly transferred a sum of money to her.
Meng Fu counted the zeros and shed tears of poverty again.
"Fairy Assistant," Jiang Yinong looked at Meng Fu with envy, "I'll treat you to dinner at noon, and be sure to bring me a portion of the buns tomorrow morning."
In fact, Jiang Yinong also suggested that Meng Fu's assistant open a bun shop, which would definitely become popular.
But she was familiar with Meng Fu, but not her assistant, so she decided to wait until she met her assistant before asking him.
People come to the class one after another.
Someone else inquired about Meng Fu's whereabouts after returning and asked Meng Fu to sign a book early in the morning.
Some want it for my sister, some want it for my brother, and the most amazing thing is that one wants it for my grandfather.
The morning class still shows videos.
Not many people came today, including Duan Yan, Ni Qing and Liang Si.
Meng Fu finished flipping through these books, but this time he didn't read the basics of pharmacology. He just put on headphones and watched a few movies that Yi Tong passed to her.
GDL is a game that combines Western fantasy with Chinese mythology. It involves a lot of questions and the performance method is different from traditional ones. Meng Fu asked Yi Tong for advice on acting.
Jiang Yinong was not a person who was very good at making fragrances. Although she was talented, she was just as lazy as Meng Fu. The two of them sat in the last row, one watching TV and the other playing games.
Inexplicably, he looks a bit like an ordinary university student.
Duan Yan was very harsh on Meng Fu yesterday and wished she could read a book all the time. When he saw her like this today, he was speechless.
At 11:20, nearly the time when get out of class ended at 11:30, Ni Qing, who had not been here all morning, finally came.
She put the books she had brought on the second floor on the table, then looked at Duan Yan, Jiang Yinong and others, and finally focused on Duan Yan: "Brother Duan, you found someone to buy it at the auction yesterday. Got the ticket?"
"No, I asked someone to look online. The tickets have been sold to 880,000 yuan each. They are priceless." Duan Yan put down the book in his hand, raised his head, and paused with cold eyebrows.
High-grade spices are very precious to anyone who comes into contact with perfumery.
"I have already guessed that this is an eighth-level auction," Ni Qing straightened his expression. "The reason why it is rated as eighth-level is because it contains the legendary Dogaro Incense."
"Dogaro Xiang? Are you sure?" Duan Yan's expression changed slightly.
Those who know a little bit about the history of perfumery will know that Dogaro is the top spice in the industry, but the recipe is only known by that family.
No wonder the Hong Kong Association has started elections.
"I didn't tell you yesterday that my uncle is from the auction house," Ni Qing looked at Duan Yan: "This is absolutely true. This eighth-level auction is grand, not only the Si Xie and every family of the Guwu family will have Representatives participated, including those from the Federation. The one who held this auction was the Military Association. "
Upon hearing this sentence, most manufacturers took a deep breath.
"The Military Association?" People like Jiang Yinong may not be able to imagine the terror of the Federation, but they know how terrifying the Military Association is.
With so many forces gathering together, how grand should the scene be
Meng Fu saw that it was time to end get out of class and stood up directly.
She goes to class on time every day and ends on time. Jiang Yinong also knows that when she sees Meng Fu get up, she knows that Meng Fu is going to eat. Jiang Yinong also wants to know what Ni Qing said about the eighth-level auction, but she He also agreed to treat Meng Fu to dinner.
Think about it, I am no longer familiar with Ni Qing.
Jiang Yinong reluctantly gave up the gossip, took her small bag and trotted out with Meng Fu.
Ni Qing raised her head slightly and looked at Meng Fu's leaving figure. It seemed as if she didn't hear what she said. She couldn't help but look away and looked at Duan Yan with a smile: "There are indeed no tickets now, and the invitations on the local website are also auctioned. It’s all gone. I’ll ask my uncle if he can arrange a few staff positions for me.”
"Ni Qing, you can't favor one over the other!"
"Sister Ni, after all we are classmates..."
As soon as she said this, the other students in the class gathered around and started chattering one by one.
As soon as these people heard Ni Qing's description, they yearned for this auction where big names gathered.
At the door, Jiang Yinong also heard Ni Qing's last words, and couldn't help grabbing Meng Fu's arm. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became: "The eighth-level auction, this is the first time I have heard of this level of auction. Yes. Only the Federation is qualified to hold an auction of this level! This auction house in Beijing is so awesome. I don’t know how many big names there will be in my lifetime.”
Meng Fu looked at her and said, "Indeed."
Isn’t M Xia’s marketing great
But it’s also a good way to get money.
"You're not even curious? That's the eighth-level auction, between the Federation and the Military Association!" Jiang Yinong was still holding Meng Fu's sleeves. She always felt that Meng Fu had an extremely comfortable aura about him. Meng Fu is approachable and approachable.
Meng Fu took out a mask from his pocket and put it on himself, then put on the M brand black peaked cap.
Hearing this, he didn't care too much. He just patted Jiang Yinong's head, and his perfunctory meaning was very obvious: "I know."
"You know you are still so calm?" Jiang Yinong looked at Meng Fu, which was amazing, "You really don't look like a perfumer."
For the first time in so many years, there was an auction of level 5 or above in the capital. Not to mention the perfumers, even several major families attached great importance to it.
"I'll invite you to eat on the second floor of the cafeteria." Jiang Yinong led her to the cafeteria.
Meng Fu followed her slowly.
The phone in her pocket rang. She pushed her peaked cap down and saw the message from Yu Wen—
Does Ms. Meng have time now
Meng Fu held Jiang Yinong's collar with one hand, asked her to stop, and put the phone back into his pocket: "Wait a minute, I'll get a courier."
"Express delivery?" Jiang Yinong was forced to turn around and looked at her walking towards the door with some suspicion.
Isn't the express delivery at Cainiao Station