Chen Chuan bought Villa No. 7 in Guanshanyue, paid 21.7 million yuan, and paid 43.4 million yuan, and then paid 3 million yuan for decoration, and paid 6 million yuan.
Looking at the card balance, it is already 50.4 million.
So, I opened [Qian Kun Bag·White] and bought two items [Little Green Bottle] and [Grape Seed].
Chen Chuan only has a balance of 400,000 yuan because he does not participate in rebates when he buys things in Qiankundai.
Driving to the front of the Great World Stadium, the time was 6:30 in the evening, and there was still an hour before the start. The audience lined up in a long queue and entered the stadium one after another.
Sitting in the car, Chen Chuan looked at two items.
It also produces a drop of magical liquid every 30 days, a bag of grape seeds.
There are no water droplets in the small green bottle at present, wait 30 days for the water droplets to be produced, and then study the effect.
Since grape seeds are produced by the system, they must not be garbage varieties. After all, a small bag sells for 5 million.
These grape seeds can find a piece of land and plant them.
Chen Chuan dialed his cousin's phone number: "Director Chen, in the name of the company, you are looking for a mountain top with a larger area, which is finally connected to the plain, and the terrain should be flatter. Yes, and then you can contact a group of green seedlings to purchase seedlings Planting, operate according to the model of a holiday manor, set aside a piece of land, I want to grow grapes. If there is a shortage of professional manpower, you can go to the job fair to recruit a group. There are a group of newly graduated college students at the Agricultural University, who major in agriculture and forestry. Hire some."
"Alright Mr. Chen, don't worry, I'll write it down and make sure it's done." Chen Shan said.
The two of them are very self-conscious, and they usually get along well as brothers and sisters, but at work, they still follow their duties.
"By the way, Chen Chuan, don't forget our grandfather's 70th birthday at the beginning of next month." Chen Shan finally reminded.
"I remember." After Chen Chuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Take out your concert tickets and go in line.
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After Yao Qian got off work, she borrowed a coat to wrap around her body. After a quick meal, she went to line up outside the stadium.
While queuing, Yao Qian answered the phone: "Song Jinyi? What's the matter?"
"Miss Yao, where are you tonight? Treat you to dinner." A voice came from the phone.
"I was listening to a concert outside and couldn't go."
"Tianhou's concert? Have you bought a ticket? With whom?"
"I'm alone. I'm done. Hang up. The show will start soon." Yao Qian hung up the phone.
…
Chen Chuan also lined up to enter the venue.
Tickets are for sitting together, but Chen Chuan and Yao Qian are not familiar with each other, so they just chatted awkwardly, mainly listening to music.
Yao Qian is wearing the off-the-shoulder one-piece skirt that she used as a part-time car model in the afternoon. It may be that she got off work late, and she didn’t have to go back and forth to change clothes. She borrowed a big coat from somewhere, wrapped her body, and sat in the gymnasium in late autumn. inside. Even so, her white legs were still blue with cold.
In the clubhouse, the atmosphere of the concert was hot.
Outside the hall, the bus station.
A boy got off the bus and walked from the station to the gate of the gymnasium.
He took out his phone and dialed out: "Hey, Song Jinyi, I'm outside the concert venue... Got it, Yao Qian will come out later, I'll see if she's watching the concert alone, and if there's anyone else around. Don't worry, everyone Report to you... For the 500 yuan tracking fee, you can transfer it to my WeChat."
In the clubhouse, Chen Chuan felt the atmosphere of a chorus of thousands of people, and the location of the ticket was very good, so he could listen to the queen's singing voice at close range.
Yao Qian next to her also sang along, dancing happily and shedding tears during the chorus.
The two-hour concert ended quickly, and the audience left the venue one after another.
Chen Chuan and Yao Qian went out together.
Yao Qian raised her head to look at the night sky, wiped away the tears on her face, and said, "It's so enjoyable to listen to, it's the first time I feel the atmosphere of tens of thousands of people singing in chorus... Thank you for selling me tickets at a low price."
"It's nothing, just remember to owe me a favor."
Following the crowd, the two walked outside the venue and stopped at the bus stop.
"You have to go back to school, just wait here for 912, there is the last class." Yao Qian said.
Chen Chuan looked at the crowd on the left and right: "There are quite a few people, so it might not be possible to squeeze in. Shall I take you back?"
"You came here by car?" Yao Qian was taken aback.
"Well, the car is in the parking lot, wait for me here, I'll drive over." Chen Chuan said and left.
Yao Qian watched Chen Chuan walk away, stomped her feet twice, looked down at her white legs that were blue from cold under her short skirt, and then looked at the crowds waiting for the bus. Well, I will really catch a cold.
Thinking about it this way, I feel a little lucky that I got into the car.
At this time, in a holly tree not far away, a boy holding a mobile phone stared wide-eyed: "What did I see? The one with Yao Qian turned out to be Chen Chuan?"
"This... Do you want to call Brother Song and tell him about it?"
"After all, brother Song gave me five hundred yuan for tracking fee, and asked me to watch Yao Qian and whoever came to the concert."
"But if that's the case, Chen Chuan will be miserable. Will Brother Song screw his head off?"
"I, Cui Jiaming, share the same dormitory with Chen Chuan anyway, so I can't betray my brothers in the dormitory."
The boy was holding the phone and was in a tangle.
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A white Maserati slowly stopped in front of the bus.
Under the attention of the crowd near the site, Yao Qian stepped forward in disbelief, bent down, and saw that the car window was rolled down and Chen Chuan was sitting inside, Yao Qian blinked her eyes, as if surprised.
"Come on." Chen Chuan opened the car door for her.
Yao Qian hesitated for a moment, but bent down to go in.
"Heh, that outfit smells like chicken." In the crowd, some girl said something.
Yao Qian bent over and paused, she raised her head to look in the direction of the crowd, clenched and loosened her small fists.
"Yeah, is the taste of local tyrants so low..." In the crowd, some girl murmured again.
Yao Qian's face flushed immediately, and she said in the direction of the voice, "Dou! Do you have the ability to stand in front of me and speak?"
The crowd was silent.
Chen Chuan persuaded: "Forget it, maybe they are just jealous of your good figure."
Yao Qian stood outside the car and said to the crowd: "I dress like this to make money as a car model, and I earn my own money to go to concerts, unlike you, who spend their parents' money and hide in the crowd and gossip , Garbage music, Throwing Lei's mother, uh."
After speaking, Yao Qian got into the car, closed the door, and sat on the seat panting.
"Sit tight, let's go." Chen Chuan started the car, "Seat belt, put it on, let's shoot the bird."
Yao Qian bent down to take off her high heels, halfway through she remembered that it was someone else's car, and asked, "Can I take it off? My feet hurt."
"With such high heels, your feet will definitely hurt if you stand for a day. Take them off," Chen Chuan said.
"Thanks."
"Anyway, I have more than this car."
Yao Qian stopped, tasted the words, and said, "My feet don't smell..."
"Just kidding, why are you so serious." Chen Chuan said.
This is the first time he has come into contact with Yao Qian. He had only heard about the "Yao He Controversy" in the class before, but he didn't know what kind of person Yao Qian was. Now it seems that he is a short-tempered person, who cannot bear the slightest grievance, and cannot make the slightest joke.
Taking the situation at the bus stop just now as an example, if it was He Jinglan who was discussed by passers-by like this, He Jinglan would not bother, or just smiled and passed by.
Yao Qian wants to compare her truth in public.
It can only be said that there are a hundred kinds of flowers, and people are different.
There was a radio love song playing in the car, Yao Qian seemed to be in a bad mood, so she was silent all the way.
When approaching the school, Yao Qian seemed to want to break the silence and said, "By the way, if I didn't insist on buying that ticket today, who would you give it to?"
Chen Chuan said: "I didn't plan it well, maybe when the show is about to start, I just give it to people outside the venue who don't have tickets."
"Ah? So my classmate wants to pay half of the price?" Yao Qian's eyes suddenly widened.
Chen Chuan added: "Giving it to others is not for nothing."
Yao Qian said, "Don't pretty girls have any privileges? Of course, I don't mean that I'm pretty."
"Yes, won't this be brought back to you?"
"Ah, otherwise, you, you, you, you are still planning to ask for the fare?" Yao Qian turned sideways and looked at Chen Chuan.
Yao Qian saw that Chen Chuan had put on a black suit jacket at some point.
This temperament seems to be completely different from before
Chen Chuan also had no choice. Yao Qian took off his shoes, so he could only open the window, regardless of whether it smelled or not, it had a psychological effect. At the end of October in Haiqin City, the autumn wind was chilly. If he didn't wear a jacket to block the wind, he would be chilled if he wore a short-sleeved T-shirt.
Fortunately, there was a Zegna suit in the car.
Chen Chuan said while driving: "The fare should be at least 100, the distance is not short."
"You, you, you, you, if you dare to ask for it, I will give it to you." Yao Qian took out her mobile phone and asked to transfer money.
However, the sudden stuttering made her blush, and she covered her mouth with one hand, feeling a little ashamed. In this way, she couldn't say some harsh words, and even if she did, she didn't have much momentum.
How could Chen Chuan want her 100 yuan, as she said, dressed like that, being photographed for a day, and still smiling from various angles up, down, left, and right, might have already gotten angry. So at the bus station, I lost my composure.
"No kidding, we'll be here soon. By the way, did you have dinner tonight? Have some supper?" Chen Chuan asked, feeling a little hungry.
"I, I, I won't eat, eat you, eat you..." Yao Qian covered her mouth and took a deep breath, "No, I will eat your supper, supper, supper."
"We'll be there in front of it, get the good stuff, goodbye and good night kimodi," Chen Chuan said.