Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

"How much?" Qin Shu asked directly.

The man rolled his eyes slightly and stretched out two fingers.

"Twenty thousand?"

Hearing the price quoted by Qin Shu, the man suddenly had a ridiculous expression, "Sister, regular price tickets start at [-], [-]? Are you kidding me!"

He emphasized his tone and said, "Yes, two, ten, ten thousand!"

"20 million?!"

Qin Shu glared at the man, and thought: Why don't you grab him!

But she could also tell that this man was clearly trying to blackmail him because he looked like a foreigner.

Even if she can afford the 20 now, she can't be taken advantage of by others!

Qin Shu's complexion darkened immediately, and he sneered: "Li San, right? I just want to join in the fun at the event site. If you do business like this, then you should keep this ticket and sell it to others. It's just that the event is far away. It's only been less than two hours since the beginning, if you really can't sell it, you can take it yourself and join in the fun."

After speaking, Qin Shu turned his head and left.

Li San was stunned, he probably didn't expect that the buyer who took the initiative to come to the door was not such a fool.

Seeing Qin Shu walking away quickly, he quickly raised his voice and shouted: "Sister, sister, if you think it's expensive, we can negotiate the price, come back and make a price—"

Qin Shu's lips curled up, and then he stopped slowly.

She turned around, raised her hand and compared a number to Li San.

Two in the afternoon.

The activity in Liangyu Garden officially started, and the participants entered in an orderly manner after verifying their admission tickets.

Qin Shu was in the admission line, and handed over the admission ticket bought from scalpers for 5 yuan to the staff for verification.

After the verification was passed, the admission ticket was taken away, and an electronic bracelet with a serial number was added to her arm.

Then, Qin Shu entered the garden with the flow of people.

Stepping through the gate, you can see an open-air yard. In the middle of the yard is a rockery piled with jade. The gurgling water merges into a pool of clear springs, and there are various koi swimming in it.

The event venue is not here, but indoors.

Across the yard is a long corridor, and at the end of the long corridor is an activity exhibition hall that looks like a hall.

All kinds of jadeware are displayed on the wall, these are the foil.The jade wares on display on the high platform in the middle are the highlight of today's show. Besides, there are still auction items that have not been displayed.

The people who come here are all jade lovers. As soon as they entered the venue, they gathered in groups of three or four and started discussions around various jade wares.

Qin Shu doesn't understand jade wares and is not interested in them.

All she knew was that the ticket she bought for 5 yuan was not for nothing.

She lifted the camouflage mirror frame on the bridge of her nose, and looked around the venue.

At this moment, Pan Zhongyu's familiar voice sounded not far behind her:

"This piece of jade cabbage is not bad, but I want to say that the real good ones will all be on the auction list later."

Pan Zhongyu's voice was a little smug.

Qin Shu turned his eyes lightly, and saw several jade lovers surrounded by him, his round figure like Maitreya Buddha was in the middle, piercing the eyes very much.

Now that it's confirmed that Pan Zhongyu is here, Qin Shu doesn't want to be seen by him.

She turned her head and walked to the other side.

She found a corner where it was not easy to be noticed, and silently watched Pan Zhongyu's every move.

At this moment, there was a commotion at the entrance of the venue.

Someone raised his voice and shouted:

"Master Yan is here!"

Under Qin Shu's gaze, Pan Zhongyu, who was flattering each other, immediately looked towards the entrance.

Qin Shu subconsciously followed his gaze.

But when the old man with a dragon's head and a cane slowly walked into her sight, she couldn't help being slightly startled: Is it him?