Ever since Song Ye entered the door, he had always treated the other side as a child who had never changed.
But when the last sentence landed, his heart suddenly slammed, and he couldn't help but look again at the child in front of him.
It's obviously still the same shabby clothes, with bangs that are so thick that you can't see your face, but if the curvature of the corner of the mouth is seemingly non-existent, it's clearly smiling, but it gives people a very cold feeling, and the whole person's breath is also lost. This coldness completely changed.
"What...what do you want to do?" Zhao Zhen frowned and said vigilantly. If the jade in this hand was sweet and sweet the previous second, it would become a hot potato this second, because he was not sure if it was something his opponent designed to frame him.
Jade's business is profitable no matter how small, and the inside story between peer competition is sometimes even darker and scary.
In the face of the scrutiny of the compelling gaze, Song Ye still looked indifferent, only raised his arm slightly, and then took the jade back into his own hands. The speed of the action made Zhao Zhen dumbfounded, "The price of 300,000, Uncle Zhao also I know it's missing. You want a piece of jade to support the scene. I want to start a business. This transaction is reasonable."
She noticed that the jewelry in the shop was not good enough. Zhao Zhen was eager to buy the jade. It also shows his current dilemma.
Song Ye thinks that he is reciprocating mutual benefit, and there is nothing special about it.
Can these words from the mouth of a fifteen-year-old girl, is in itself an incredible thing, Zhao really even thought he did not hear clearly, "business?" "Well,
I'm very interested in gambling stone, hoping to cooperate with Zhao Shu "Song Ye sat back at the table and played with the jade in his hand. He didn't feel that what he said would shock others.
No matter how good the temper is, Zhao Zhen is a little angry at this time. He held his face and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Hehe, if the little sister wants to play with the family, I will not accompany you. I am a small shop here, so I won't greet you. Up."
He is indeed distressed by the good jade resources recently, but this does not mean that he will be hotheaded and follow a child to mess around.
When she was rejected, Song Ye didn't show any irritability. Instead, she got up and threw the jadeite in her hand. It went up and down, and Zhao Zhen's heart was trembling, thinking whether this little ancestor was not bad or crazy. , Don't accidentally break this baby.
Seeing Zhao Zhen's painful face, Song Ye said flatly again, "Since Uncle Zhao has no intention of cooperating, let's make a deal for 300,000 yuan." The voice fell, the green light in his hand flashed, and the precision fell back to Zhao Zhen's hand. .
The heavy weight made Zhao Zhen stare, and couldn't help holding the jade. "You don't regret the deal for 300,000 yuan?"
"Well, cash payment, I don't have a card." Song Ye nodded indifferently, obviously cancelling the shareholding Thoughts.
But the more relaxed she was, the more entangled Zhao Zhen was. The price difference of hundreds of thousands was shining. Now that he knew that he had suffered a loss, why did he make this transaction, whether
he didn't care about the money, or... it seemed to see through his mind, Song Ye walked by the glass window in the shop, and said casually: "Uncle Zhao, don't doubt, the things are already in your hands. I will have a way to find good ones in the future and come back for business."
What? She has a way?
Zhao Zhen was really frightened a lot today, and he was able to sell rare emeralds, and he was fooled by the mysterious attitude of the Song Ye people.
But looking at her style, Zhao Zhen believes that the original stone is not a so-called family heirloom, and she does have a way to get good jade resources.
Thinking of this, his palm holding the jade suddenly became hot, and he was sure that he made a decision.
"The remaining 400,000, I
will give you 30% of the store shares." This means that Zhao Zhen agreed to the two people's cooperation.
But he didn't notice the light flashing in Song Ye's eyes with his back facing him admiring jewelry.
Of course she has no resources. Whether it is family heirlooms or follow-up transactions, they are all used to defraud Zhao Zhen.
For Song Ye, who is familiar with the crime in his heart, dealing with a sincere businessman like Zhao Zhen is easy. Of course, she didn't worry about the other party's rebellion. One day, she would let the other party see what a miserable world is.
The 300,000 yuan was credited, but the contract had to be finalized tomorrow. Song Ye waved his hand to explain that the day would come to deal with it, and he turned and walked out of the jewelry shop.
Zhao Zhen stood in front of the door, looking at the carefree girl carrying 300,000 cash in the street, and then looking at the jade in her hand. He always felt that the night was ghostly and everything was a little unreal.
The sky is completely dark, the lights are beginning to shine, and the northern winter is getting colder at night.
When he reached a corner, Song Ye threw 300,000 cash into the space, touched his shriveled belly, and decided to have a meal first to reward his torn body.
I still remember that in the last life she entered the organization for examination, she knew that she had missed the optimal development period, which caused her height to stay at 1.65 meters, and again, she did not want to be inferior.
God gave her a second life, then she must eat well, drink well, and mix well!
In the end, she was attracted by the aroma of Linjiang food stalls, because a feast of ice fishing had just been held and there were a lot of seafood on the stalls.
Song Ye stood at the door wearing a shabby gray padded jacket, and the lady boss frowned so that it could trap flies. Because it was the peak of the meal and the shop was overcrowded, she waved to drove people out without thinking about it. Don't block the door of the store and hinder me from doing business. There is no leftovers for you."
This is not polite at all, and the volume is not reduced at all. The guests near the door all glanced over, the smile on the corner of the mouth is very mocking. .
Song Ye looked down at her dress, um...it was a bit bad, but she didn't ask for food either, this lady boss was too snobbish.
"Stir-fried shrimp, sizzling squid, steamed sea bass, rice noodle crab..." She raised her eyes and scanned the upper menu, her clear voice was not high or low, it was still clear in the noise.
It's just that before she finished reading, the lady boss had a sullen expression and yelled at her impatiently, "Hey, I'm talking about you, why are you messing up, don't you hurry..." Go away.
The words were not over yet, a light and fluttering old man's head reached her hand, the number of one hundred successfully blocked her mouth, and the other party paid too fast, she did not respond for a long time.
"I'll have another sauerkraut clam soup. Give money first, then serve. What's the problem." After Song Ye said this, he directly sat down at the table where no one was in the corner.
The tables near the door were suddenly silent, and no one thought that this poor girl would be an old man's head when she shot.
The lady boss shook her hand for a long time and swallowed, feeling that the girl's gaze on her body just now was frighteningly cold.When a table full of seafood was placed in front of her, the lady boss also recovered 60 yuan. Her attitude changed from her contempt, and she was a little more polite.
Song Ye put sixty dollars back into her pocket at will, but she didn't care about food stalls, a market-like business method. At this time, her heart was just feeling that the prices were cheap. After fifteen years of doing this, the price of a meal was so low. Can rise tenfold.
Ignoring the surrounding or envy or surprised gaze, Song Ye opened his bow left and right, and his chopsticks swept across the table. Despite the speed, he was always orderly and even gave people an elegant feeling.
No matter what era it is in, being too provocative is always particularly eye-catching, and this shot of an old man's head, one person's five-course meal of Hesai, has long attracted a few pairs of secretive eyes.
A few airy ruffians swayed into the door of the food stall, and one swear word came out, "Isn't the damn I see Lao Tzu here? Is this not waiting for Lao Tzu to come or don't want to come out to say hello?"
The ruffian banged as he spoke. With a sound, he kicked out the chairs of a nearby table, and the man fell to the ground and dared not make a sound.
The proprietress had been hiding behind the cashier counter for fear that they would make trouble, so she came out with a bitter face and bent over to make a smile, "Oh, brother Xiaodao, I'm not busy here. I haven't seen it for a while, don't be angry. Look, I just paid the protection fee the day before yesterday. What about today..." If
you don't say anything later, everyone knows it well.
In this era of chaotic public order, there are some local ruffians and gangs between towns and villages who have come out to collect protection fees. They call themselves to protect businesses from interference. In fact, they stand on their own hills and seize sites.
It happens that this area of Linjiang is their site.
Seeing the boss's wife bowing to her knees, several rascals laughed with joy, waved their knifes, and were in a good mood, "I have taken the money, I remember, sir, I'm here for dinner today, so you don't care."
"Eh, hey..." The proprietress was taken aback for a moment, and then she sighed. She wanted to be slaughtered again today.
But when the group finished talking, they didn't order any food. Instead, they swaggered towards the corner and walked towards the corner. Everyone looked along and saw Song Ye who was facing a table of feasting. They couldn't help but worry about the order. Girls.
But in the face of evil forces, no one dared to step forward to stand up for her.
With a slap, Song Ye only felt the table shake, and then several figures sat on the opposite side, knowing who it was without looking up.
It is common to see ground ruffians, girls either wipe their tears or beg for mercy. The movement of the table just now made the whole room silent, but the knife and others waited for a long time, only to find that the ordinary girl in front of her was still eating with thunder. The expression is quite enjoyable.
Unexpected reaction, a little embarrassed on the faces of the people on the opposite side, Xiaodao grinned and said, "Little sister, I have a good courage, and I will go to play with my brother later." After that, he pointed at Song Ye with a handsome face. After blowing a whistle, the other people also showed wretched laughter.
At this time, the young girls in the shop have all got up and left one after another, for fear that they will become the next goal if they go too late.
But Song Ye still sat there eating in a calm expression, slowly and calmly, as if blocked from the outside world.
"Boss, is this woman deaf?" This time, the ruffian next to her was also depressed, and it was the first time she threatened people to be ignored so thoroughly.
Xiaodao raised his eyebrows and said, "Whether you are deaf or blind, you have to go with Lao Tzu obediently today." After finishing speaking, Xiaodao suddenly got up, stretched out his big hand, and was about to grab the opposite Song Ye.
Just when his fingers were about to touch her, Song Ye leaned aside and hid directly. At the same time, he raised his hand and slammed his chopsticks towards the knife.
The knife was painful, he immediately took his hand away, and yelled, "Hey, stinky girl, look for..."
"I want me to play with you, wait until I finish eating." The swear word was not over, but the girl opposite suddenly opened her mouth, her voice was cold, like the cold wind outside the house that blew through the heart of a knife, which was unbearable. There was a cold war.
Xiaodao felt a little bit guilty, but immediately thought about what a fifteen-year-old girl could do, but she was just pretending.
Thinking of losing face just now, he patted the table again and stood up, "Fucking don't be shameless, just let you go, or I will scratch your face now."
Hearing this, Song Ye really raised his head. , Seeing the folding knife in the opponent's hand, his eyes sank, he stood up obediently, wiped the corners of his mouth, and took the initiative to walk out of the food stall.
"Huh, what's the pretense, you will look good in the future." After regaining his face, the knife snorted coldly, then lifted his leg and shook it out.
They saw this young girl outside with their own eyes that it cost one hundred yuan per shot. In the age when the factory's monthly salary was several hundred yuan, the girl's bright revealing fortune immediately caught their attention, and then stayed for ten minutes. After confirming that the girl had no companions, they came to the door.
As a group of people left, the lady boss patted her chest. She was still in shock, and she sighed when she thought of the girl surrounded by a few ruffians.
Hey, this girl is afraid that she will suffer.
Song Ye, who took the initiative to cooperate with the robbery, had followed a few ruffians to a private house deep in the alley. As soon as he stepped into the narrow doorway and creaked, the door panel was closed.
Song Ye looked at the simple rooms and halls under the dim light, and unexpectedly found a man covered in blood in the corner and passed out into a coma.
"Haha, how are you satisfied with our site?" Xiaodao was still the first time he saw the weird girl, but thinking of the silence around him, he stared at Song Ye's figure, looking a bit ***** now, Hand over your money, and then let us search. "
search? Song Ye did not expect that these seventeen or eighteen-year-old children moved their crooked minds here. Thinking of Yaxing, who was interrupted just now, she took out sixty yuan from her pocket and thin lips. Qin Qi, said lightly: "If you have the ability, come over and get it."
Xu is her cold aura which is more bluffing, and several big boys looked at the sixty yuan and didn't dare to move for a while.
In the end, the knife spat, "Pretend what garlic, bring me." As
soon as the voice fell, he snapped his hand towards the money, but when his hand was half empty, his wrist was caught by a small hand. The cold touch makes the scalp numb. At this moment of dazedness, the girl on the opposite side reversed her wrist, and only heard the sound of clicking and clicking. The knife's arm was twisted into a strange shape like a toy. .
"Ah!" The
scream broke through the roof in an instant, resounding through the entire small house.No one could see Song Ye's weird technique. He saw that small hand was slender and weak, but he pinched the thick arm of the knife in the palm of his hand, twisting at will, the sound of broken bones one after another, matched with the uncontrollable screams of the knife, in the dark. Under the bright light, it is especially permeating.
The few people on the opposite side were frightened for a while, and they didn't even bother to save people, until the knife fell to the ground, and the few people were able to catch him. Looking at the twisted arms, they all fought a cold war. .
"Ah, stinky girl, ah, I can't forgive you, kill her for me, kill her!" The knife paled, clutching his arms, his horrible eyes, and gritted his teeth to let the person under his hand come forward.
Only then did the few people screamed, and rushed towards Song Ye with a grinning face, "Smelly girl, you are
looking for death." The Song Ye took a step back, moved his wrists, was full of food and drink, and planned to exercise and practice. Practicing hands, lifting his delicate chin with a trace of arrogance, "Let's go together." These strength values don't need to be broken one by one.
The few men whose self-esteem has been greatly challenged are still thinking about robbery, holding a big bowl of fist, just want to teach the stinky girl in front of them to death.
But at the moment when he was close, Song Ye's slender figure was like a ghost, avoiding the oncoming fists. A few people only felt a flower in front of them. The next second, the ribs, lower abdomen, armpits, and nose were all affected. It was a huge shock.
"Um..." The few people backed back again and again with groaning, covering different injured parts and looking up, but there was no one in front of them.
"Here." A faint voice sounded, as cold as a ghost, without ups and downs. A few people were surprised to find that the sound came from behind. They were about to turn their heads, but in an instant they felt a pain in their neck and collectively lost consciousness. .
Until the moment they went into a coma, their eyes widened, in disbelief, because they didn't see each other's movements clearly.
A group of four people solved three, leaving an old knife sitting on the ground. At this moment, looking at the girl who slowly walked towards him, he only felt cold all over, "You, don't come here, this is mine. The site hurts me, and you won't have a good life in the future." She
stammered with fear, but she was still thinking about intimidation.
Song Ye really didn't know whether to say he was fearless or ill in his mind. "Just now, you said you want to scratch my face." She squatted in front of the knife, squeezed the folding knife that fell on the ground in her hand, opened it, put it away, and played it out. Every light and shadow makes people dazzled.
Then... people fainted.
Song Ye was taken aback for a moment, and then he curled his lips, feeling a little boring.
As a killer, Song Ye's training method is of course based on the accumulation of actual combat. Only a fast and accurate combat method can improve his skills the fastest.
Without the after-dinner entertainment, she wandered around the private house. Before leaving the house, she glanced at the unconscious man in the corner. In thought, she turned her steps back, half-supported and half-carried the person out of the alley, and found a clinic. treatment.
"Hey, how do you beat people like this? You kids know that you are making trouble all day long and don't study hard. Whenever something really happens, see who you look for to cry." The barefoot doctor bluffed and reprimanded and checked the wound. He hurriedly took iodine and cotton to clean the wound.
Song Ye sat aside and did not speak. When the blood stains were cleaned up there, she realized that it was not a man who was lying there, but a 16 or 17-year-old boy. Because of his stupid clothes and stature, she did not make her recognize it. .
After treating the wound, the doctor prescribed some anti-inflammatories and wandered off to rest. Before leaving, he ordered, "Family members should watch carefully, and call me when I get fever in the middle of the night."
Song Ye watched when he was treated as an accomplice. I looked at the person on the bed and looked at the medicine in my hand, feeling somewhat thankless.
The wound on the opponent's head was not big, and Song Ye didn't want to wear it here. He got up and walked to the boy, pinching him to wake him up.
"Um..." The boy stunned his head and snorted. As soon as he opened his eyes he saw a gray padded jacket and an unclear face, "You are..."
"Song Ye, the one who saved you. "The name was stated concisely and concisely, so that the other party would remember the kindness, Song Ye was not a person who did not give it back.
Sure enough, the boy's pale face became subtle, "You save me, what about them?"
"The one who beat you is called Xiaodao? What gang are they, how many members are there, and how big is the site?" Song Ye asked instead. All the questions that hadn't had time to extract a confession just now were thrown to the boy in front of him.
The boy was taken aback, looked at her suspiciously, and replied with face, "They are from the Earth Tiger Gang. They are near Linjiang Middle School. The members... should have a hundred people."
Only one hundred people, this Are you playing?
Song Ye sneered in her heart, a little dull on her face. She was not interested in the little gang of a hundred people. She threw the anti-inflammatory medicine to the boy on the bed. She turned and walked out with her hands in her pockets. "
Hey..." When the boy reacted, Song Ye's figure disappeared from his sight.
He appeared inexplicably, asked endless questions, and now left on his own, even the boys who are usually good at acting cool are a little crazy.
However, Song Ye didn't pay attention to his distress at all. The fifteen-year-old body was exhausted all day long. She found a hotel nearby to rest and quickly fell asleep in bed.
In the endless nightmare is the bottomless sea, the explosion that swallowed all people's minds, and in the pain of her whole body, she still remembered how unwilling she was in her heart.
She has worked for the organization for 13 years and is the top killer ranked number one in the world, but she does not want to be betrayed by the organization and buried in the bottom of the sea during the last golden basin washing task.
She is too naive, whether it is the organization or that person, how can she leave the dark world alive...
The sun shines on the big bed through the curtains, Song Ye Youyou opened her eyes, sweating profusely, her limbs and skeletons as if remembering the pain of bomb tearing, she went into the bathroom and took a hot bath, pale. A trace of blood returned to his face.
Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at the delicate and beautiful face, showing a cold smile.
Even if she is dreaming, she is not reconciled. It seems that she will be born again, new and old hatred, sooner or later, it will be clear.
Only now, looking at the only worn-out padded jacket on her body, she decided to solve her current bad image first.
Before the time agreed with Zhao Zhen, Song Ye drank a bowl of soy milk on the street and went to the nearby commercial market to buy clothes.
Of course, as soon as she entered the door in a rustic dress, no waiter was willing to take care of her.At this time, Song Ye wore a gray cotton jacket, worn cotton trousers, and walked with her long hair in the largest commercial building in Yuncheng. His turnaround rate was 100%.
Even if she doesn't care about the sights around her, it's inevitable that someone will look at the soft persimmons and make a mockery. Not only did she walk into a women's clothing store, she heard a sneer, "Hey, I said, when is the standard of hospitality here? When it's low, any beggar can come in. Don't mess up your clothes later." The
talking is a little girl with a ponytail on her head and wearing cotton-padded flared jeans. The color is very fresh and beautiful. She is a well-off family. He was born, but he didn't know how to respect people with a mouth.
The waiter at the door also frowned, but his eyes were directed at Song Ye. It happened that the boss was not in the shop. She stepped up and stopped in front of Song Ye. She didn't smile, "This guest, it's not convenient for this shop to entertain. Please go somewhere else."
"Oh? You opened the door to do business and pushed the guests out. This is the first time I met." Song Ye said calmly, but didn't stop and walked around. People passing by walked into the store, swept across the long hanger, with flexible fingers, and took out three sets of clothes in less than a minute.
Unexpectedly, the waiter just wanted to drive people out, but saw that Song Ye had already thrown his clothes to another waiter, "Check out."
What?
Not only the waiter, but even the girl who was ridiculing just now stared at her eyes, as if she couldn't believe that this poor bunny really had money to pay. And this shop is the highest-grade and most expensive shop in the entire clothing store. A set of clothes costs a hundred yuan, even the girl has to come for discounted clothes.
But just now I ridiculed Song Ye for not being able to afford it. In a blink of an eye, his face was slapped. It wasn't that the girl was walking at the door of the store, nor was she going in.
"Ahem, this lady, please come in, please come in." The waiter said, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. She has missed one commission, and she can't miss the second one.
The new waiter was still a little stunned when he went to checkout with three sets of clothes. He couldn't believe that this ordinary girl would cost hundreds of dollars per flower. When he thought of the commission he could get, he was suddenly excited.
The moment Song Ye passed the girl, he said in a light tone, "It seems that the level here is no more than this." When
the girl heard it, her eyes widened and her face flushed with anger, "You ..."
Song Ye paused, his eyes calm, it was clear what he meant for advice.
The girl broke her silver teeth and felt like her face was burned by fire. She could think about it, but there was no way to refute it. Then her eyes fell on the clothes at the checkout counter, and she had an idea, "I want those three clothes. "
This sentence caused many customers in the store to look around. When they saw the two people who were fighting for a fashionable dress, the other was rustic, they felt that the dumplings could not compete for flowers.
Even the waiter quickly went online to help out and grabbed three sets of clothes. "The lady is really good-looking. This is a new product in our store. There is only one piece of all styles, which best suits your figure." While talking, the waiter's eyebrows wrinkled with a smile, and his heart crackled with the commission abacus.
"But, Sister Liu, this is what the customer saw first..." The new waiter stood aside and whispered for Song Ye.
As soon as he said this, he was reprimanded by the old waiter, "If you don't understand the rules, don't you see who is more able to pay the bill, and stand up."
Although this reprimands the new waiter for lack of vision, it is also ironic. So Song Ye is here to swollen face to fill up fat.
The girl found her face, and Deng Deng Deng stepped to the cashier, extremely proud, "How much?"
"Hello, it's 568 yuan in total." The cashier politely quoted the price.
"Wh, what?" The girl stopped paying for the money, her eyes fell on three sets of clothes, and she didn't expect it to cost more than five hundred.
But now everyone around is watching herself, and the girl has to bite the bullet and pay for it. After counting five old people's heads, the entire wallet is basically empty. This is her pocket money for a month.
But in order to fight for this breath, she gritted her teeth and was about to hand over the money. Unexpectedly, another light voice came from behind, "I have fifty more than her. I want these three sets of clothes."
This calm The familiar voice made the girl turn her head abruptly and stared at each other fiercely.
Song Ye walked up to her, bent down slightly, and stared at the girl with a cold look, "Six hundred and eighteen yuan, you can find out, this dress belongs to you."
"You..." The girl became angry again. He refused to admit defeat and poured out all the change in his wallet, but couldn't make up six hundred.
Feeling the sight cast from around, the girl's face was red with blood.
Song Ye took his hand out of his pocket and held it neatly in his hand, which was 700 yuan. As soon as he stretched his arm, he handed it to the cashier.
Compared with the pretty-dressed girl who couldn't get the 600 yuan, the rustic Song Ye's 700 yuan was like slap her on her face, so ashamed that she couldn't hold herself anymore.
Song Ye didn't look at her again either. She adhered to the principle that no one would offend me and I would not offend others, but if the other party finds fault, she must have the courage to bear the consequences.
This was just a small episode, she didn't take it to heart.
She changed into a new dress and walked out of the commercial building with a bag. She caught a glimpse of a barbershop on the side of the road. Thinking of her messy hair, she kept walking and walked over.
There are three or two customers in the shop doing hair. The hairdresser was taken aback when he saw Song Ye. Obviously, he hadn't seen a little girl with bangs covering her entire face, and she didn't look very energetic.
"What kind of hairstyle does this customer want? Do you want to dye it?" The barber tidyed up the tools, a little careless, probably because she could see that girls like Song Ye were naturally timid, so they used bangs to cover them up. Normally this kind of guests also Will not do large pruning.
But the two words that Song Ye uttered in the next second made him stunned.
"Short hair."
Short hair? The barber raised his eyes and looked at the girl in the mirror, "How short is it going to be cut?"
"You're like that." The simple and concise words made the barber's mouth wide open.
Because the hairdresser is a man, his hair is naturally short, but if a girl cuts it like this, she becomes a tomboy.
"Is there a problem?" Song Ye frowned, a little impatient. Just wasted time buying clothes, she wanted to go to the jewelry store earlier.
The barber shook his head subconsciously. Seeing that Song Ye was really not joking, he took the scissors and cut at the thick bangs.
In the next moment, the face that showed Lushan's true face stunned the barber again.
Song Ye is not inferior, nor is she not beautiful. On the contrary, her facial features are extremely delicate and beautiful, with good three-dimensional sense, delicate skin, and curvy eyes. She is not at all like a child from the countryside, her face is greasy in summer. Liangtuo plateau red in winter.
The reason why the three of Tang Meiling hated Song Ye and targeted her everywhere was also because they accidentally saw her look when she was enrolled in the first grade of junior high school.
Women's jealousy is sometimes more terrifying than the devil.
When this piece of short hair was standing in the sun, Song Ye couldn't help looking up at the sky, feeling very refreshed after shaking off his troubles.
Because of the perennial disguise required to perform the killer mission in the previous life, she often kept her short hair style, neat and tidy, and matched it with the white jacket and black jeans she just bought. The good facial features are a bit less feminine and a bit more handsome. If you don't deliberately observe it, it's enough to fall into the crowd.
Zhao Zhen got up early in the morning, and the sky was grey, and the contract was printed, the seal and documents were ready, and he sat alone in the store, and kept looking at the store door, waiting and waiting until all the employees came to work. , And did not expect the people of yesterday.
If it weren't for the rare jadeite in the bag, he might think that everything was just a dream.
While the clerk was busy and secretly guessing who the boss was waiting for, a slender figure walked in at the door, a thin figure outlined in a white jacket, and a black shredded hair gently swept the corner of his eye, his clear eyes seemed to be a deep well. , Full of water and light, she stood there like a beautiful pictorial.
"Ah, what a handsome face."
"That's right, so many grandpas and ladies come here, it's the best look."
"But, is this a man or a woman?"
In fact, Song Ye's appearance is not enough to mix men and women. It's just that this short hair, a neutral dress, and a cool and boring expression can confuse the audience for a while.
But in another year or two, his figure will be taller, and I am afraid that he will really be a beautiful man.
Zhao Zhen naturally noticed the handsome face that caused the clerk's commotion, but he didn't care when he glanced away.
He looked down at his watch, it was almost half past nine, why didn't he come... Just thinking about it, a dark shadow suddenly fell in front of him, he looked up, it was the handsome child standing in front of him, whose eyes met In an instant, Zhao Zhen was stunned for a moment, "May I ask if something is going on?"
Obviously, he did not recognize Song Ye.
Song Ye's temperament was cold, and he didn't make a dumb answer. He directly said, "Uncle Zhao, I'm Song Ye." When the
voice fell, and the clerk was still marveling that the deity's voice was so good, in a blink of an eye, his boss suddenly got up, scared directly. Knocked down the chair.
"You, you are Song Ye? Yesterday..." After waiting for a few hours, I was dry and dry, and after being stimulated by this, my tongue became knotted.
Song Ye twitched the corner of her mouth lightly and nodded, "It's me." She didn't have a facelift and changed her face. Is she so surprised?
As a result, her smile made Zhao Zhen dazzled again. Realizing his gaffe, he coughed slightly, "Cough cough, it's just a bit different from yesterday. I didn't recognize it for a while. I have prepared things. Okay, please go inside."
"En." In the direction directed by Zhao Zhen, Song Ye lifted his leg and walked away, without even realizing that the other party was condescending for himself.
But this scene fell in the eyes of other shop assistants, but his jaw dropped.
The act of a man in his thirties making a petition to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child was quite strange, and the man was also the well-known owner of the Yufu jewelry store in Yuncheng.
In fact, Song Ye didn't know anything about Zhao Zhen's uprightness.
However, looking at the agreement documents and related clauses in his hand, Song Ye was quite satisfied with his ability to do things.
After scanning all the information with one glance and ten lines, she waved her hand and signed her name directly. Because she was a minor, she also printed a thumbprint.
Zhao Zhen fully suspected that the child could not read and understand these commercial terms... After
signing the documents, Song Ye also officially became a shareholder of Yufu Jewelry.
Zhao really planned to talk to her about the business situation in the store, but didn't want Song Ye to speak first, "Uncle Zhao did not hesitate to use the store's working capital to buy this apple green, is it urgent?" 300,000, plus The upper 30% of the shares is definitely a huge sum of money for a small jewelry company in this era.
Although Zhao Zhen loves jade, he is also a businessman, and it is impossible for him to take such a risk.
Hearing that, Zhao Zhen was taken aback for a moment, and as expected, he sighed and sat on the sofa with a sad expression, "In fact, there is no shortage of rich people in Yuncheng. It's just that we are in a bad position here. The wool market is on a dry road. It's too far from here, and even if you go there, you can't pick up good things. The jewellery shops in Yuncheng are gradually declining. There will be auctions at the wool market every once in a while. The jade jewelry sold will leave a good impression, and the resources will be relatively rich in the future. "The
so-called resources, of course, are the central point radiating and spreading, the center is the most advantageous, and the periphery is relatively weak.
Yuncheng is indeed embarrassed in this position. No wonder Zhao Zhen is so eager to show his face in the auction with Apple Green.
But now the jewelry store also has Song Ye's copy, so naturally he won't just watch it lose money, "When will the auction be held?"
"Just tonight." In fact, Zhao Zhen set off after signing the documents.
Song Ye nodded and put the papers aside at random, "Then I will go with Uncle Zhao tonight and buy goods by the way."
Purchase? Zhao Zhen was stunned. It took a long time to understand what this purchase meant. He couldn't help but twitched his mouth, daring to feel that this jade that gods can hardly break is the same as ordinary wholesale in her eyes.
But thinking that Song Ye brought out the jade, Zhao Zhen didn't resist, "Okay, then I'll leave later. It's a bit far away, maybe I'll spend the night there. Do you need to talk to your family?" Even though Song Ye's behavior was extremely Like an adult, but age is in front of him, and there are some things Zhao Zhen still speaks of an elder.
Song Ye looked indifferent, shook his head directly, got up and followed Zhao Zhen out, "You can set off immediately." The
Song family might curse her at home, but they would never worry about coming out. At one point she was pretty sure.
Zhao Zhen opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't continue speaking. He instinctively told him that Song Ye didn't like him to be nosy.
The wool market is located on the edge of the city, nearly three hours away by car. When Zhao Zhen parked and entered the hotel, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.
The two of them simply ate something and decided to go back to the hotel to rest first. When they left the door, Song Ye stopped in his footsteps, and his eyes fell on a prominent storefront diagonally in front of him.