He silently counted the game software on the sofa, 1234567... plus the one in his and Wang Ye's hands, there were a total of 12.
Ten thousand yuan per ticket, that’s 120,000 yuan.
If 20,000 yuan...
Gu Sanyu choked up, he didn't know what to say. He was used to the generous side of this circle, rich people abound, but to be honest, there were few people as generous as Qiao Nian!
Others spent more than 200,000 yuan on a meal and a bottle of wine, and at least they got some attention and spent the money on socializing.
Miss Qiao bought a gift for a five-year-old child and spent more than 200,000 yuan on a piece of game software.
He put down the game disc in his hand, glanced quietly in the direction of his master Wang Ye, and calculated the wealth of the Ye family.
He used to think that Miss Qiao was not worthy of Mr. Wang.
Now he thinks Wang Ye can consider changing his career and becoming a gigolo.
Where can you find a rich woman of Miss Qiao’s age and appearance in China
Ye Wangchuan didn't know what he was thinking, he just felt a pair of eyes falling on him, but he didn't care. He bent down to put down the CD and found that Qiao Nian had also bought other toys for Ye Qichen.
"You also bought him a toy gun?"
He picked up the imitation gun that Qiao Nian bought. It had a good texture and was obviously made one-to-one. Except that bullets could not be put inside, it looked almost the same as the real thing.
It has a pure black appearance and is about 20 cm long. It can be disassembled and reassembled.
It’s a bit of a waste to give it to a child, but Ye Qi Chen will definitely like this toy.
"Well."
Qiao Nian was still wondering what Mr. Jiang meant by transferring 200,000 yuan to her when another new message came in, still from Mr. Jiang.
The general meaning is that Jiang Xianrou came back and told them about the encounter with her in Nanluoguxiang. They all knew that she came to Beijing City, so they asked her if she had time to meet up for dinner in the next few days. They also asked her which hotel she was staying in Beijing City, and whether Ye Wangchuan was with her...
The message was very long and took up most of the screen.
Qiao Nian read every word very patiently, rubbed her swollen eyebrows, looked at the message with dark eyes, and thought about how to respond. She didn't deliberately not tell Mr. Jiang and the others about her visit to Beijing.
The main reason was that she was only here to take the exam and would leave after the exam. She would not stay for many days, so she didn't tell them because she thought there was no need to trouble them.
I didn’t expect to meet Jiang Xianrou in Nanluoguxiang today.
Qiao Nian drooped his eyelashes, his eyes were full of banditry, and his slender fingers quickly sent a message back.
[QN: I am free the day after tomorrow. Is it ok to meet at noon the day after tomorrow?]
The message was sent successfully.
She checked her phone again and found, in addition to the message from Mr. Jiang, there was also a message from Wei Lou, asking her when she would leave.
Qiao Nian replied to him by the way.
[the day after tomorrow.]
She only took a week off from school. After the interview tomorrow, she will have been in Beijing for five days. She will have dinner with Mr. Jiang and others the day after tomorrow and go back that night. It's just the right time.
Thinking of this, Qiao Nian felt annoyed.
According to her personality, it didn't matter whether she skipped classes or not, but she only asked Shen Hui for a week's leave, and her absence resulted in a deduction of full attendance points for Class A.
After she finished replying to the message from the guardhouse, she looked up at the man who was still playing with the imitation gun she bought for the little guy, and suddenly asked, "Is there any good place to eat in Jing City? I want to reserve a table."
Ye Wangchuan's fingers are extremely beautiful, with well-proportioned flesh and bones, so beautiful that he could be a hand model.
The imitation toy gun that Qiao Nian bought was black. He held it in his hand as if he was filming a TV drama. If ten people were here, all ten of them might mistakenly think he was holding a real gun.
(End of this chapter)