The female supporting role is the ultimate boss

"Come on, help uncle and grandpa forward Weibo. There are many people and power is great. If you have a classmate who has seen that little piece of paper, remember to tell uncle and grandpa. Uncle and grandpa can buy it with money!"

The white-haired old man thought for a while, "Five million is a lot less?"

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, "...Dad, there are too many! If you spend so much money, if someone fakes it, you will miss the real pieces."

Dou Wan nodded in agreement.

The white-haired old man glared at the middle-aged man.

"You know that you are not good at learning, so you should have bought the pieces directly! You would rather buy the wrong one at a high price than let it go, don't you understand?!"

The middle-aged man said, "...Dad, I was wrong."

Don't hold on to this anymore, please.

The man sighed unrequitedly, and looked at Dou Wan.

Dou Wan pursed her lips to laugh, but held back, and took out her mobile phone, "Don't worry, uncle and grandpa, I will repost Weibo right away, and I will mobilize relatives and friends around me to repost it later!"

After she forwarded it, pull out WeChat, send the forwarded Weibo group, and place it in Moments. Please help forward it, and there will be a lot of rewards.

For a while, likes and forwards came one after another.

There are also many familiar and unfamiliar people who come to ask how much the heavy gold is.

Dou Wan typed 5, and the other party guessed as many as possible, but Dou Wan laughed and didn't answer the real number.

"Grandpa, don't worry, you are right, there are many people, there is great power, you can see that in such a short period of time, dozens of posts are forwarded, friends spread friends, and more and more people see it slowly, the fragments must be I can get it back."

The white-haired old man smiled, "Is that so? You see, I have hundreds of retweets."

Dou Wan looked at his microblog certified by the curator of the Beijing University Cultural Relics Museum, which had less than [-] retweets, and didn't know what to say for a while.

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On the other side, Jiang Li took several people home.

Ye Qingyu was paralyzed on the sofa, "I'm so tired. I can't stand the tiredness at all now. Every time I walk, I'm sweating all over. I don't know when my body will return to the state of that woman before."

Yun Qiao paused when she poured water, then poured a glass by herself as if nothing had happened, and pushed a glass to Ye Qingyu;
Laughing, "Exercise more, eat less junk food, stay up late to apply pesticides, and slowly you will find that you have always been a woman!"

Ye Qingyu almost spit out a sip of water, put down the water glass and pushed Yun Qiao down on the sofa.

"Okay, you little girl, you dare to choreograph me, what's wrong with me spraying pesticides? Why don't you tell me if you stay up late at night to draw sketches of those props?"

Yun Qiao was ticklish, and being scratched by Ye Qingyu, she kept begging for mercy, and burst into tears.

Mother Ye and Yun's parents visited the room. The design of the duplex building has a large kitchen, a large living room on the first floor, and a study room with two rooms connected. Four computers are neatly placed on one side against the wall, and four a desk;

On the second floor, there are four bedrooms, each room has its own bathroom, and the room layout is the style that every girl likes.

Yun Mu repeatedly praised, "This child really took a lot of effort."

Mother Ye smiled, "That's not it, it's very hard work to decorate the house like this in such a short period of time."

Father Yun smiled and nodded in agreement.

When they went downstairs, they saw the two children laughing and arguing together, with doting smiles on their faces.

At this time, several people's mobile phones suddenly rang several times at the same time.

Yudie first opened Weibo and saw Dou Wan's repost, clicked on it, and asked Jiang Li, "Ah Li, did Dou Wan apply for the same major as you?"