Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

If it weren't for the fact that the ink stain was still wet when she drew the last stroke, Lu Fang would have almost suspected that this was Lin Daiyu traveling through time to write a manuscript!

At this moment, Lu Fang's mouth swung into a capital "O" in shock, thinking of the last time Daiyu identified a fake spiritual jade and recognized it at a glance. Adding the time of today's manuscript, he exclaimed that Daiyu must be a family of Redology fans.

This person is definitely a hermit in the Red Chamber. Lu Fang is becoming more and more certain of this guess. Otherwise, why would she be named Lin Daiyu? It is estimated that her ancestors have been studying the culture of the Red Chamber for generations!

"Dai... Daiyu, what are you doing?"

"I'm just practicing calligraphy casually. I haven't used a brush for a long time, so my hands are a little rusty."

Seeing Lu Fang's shocked face, Daiyu thought that he would not suspect that I was a time-traveling monster. She smiled awkwardly and explained calmly.

"Are you practicing calligraphy?"

Just writing a page of manuscript casually is a height that their team of dozens of archaeological and Redology researchers could not achieve after more than half a year of scientific research.

She still calls this just "casual calligraphy practice". Is there any justice in the world?

Lu Fang became more and more excited as he watched, and asked:

"Can you transfer this manuscript to me?"

Daiyu raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at Lu Fang, and asked:

"You mean sell it to you?"

Lu Fang replied cautiously:

"Yes, that's right. I plan to build an industry chain of Red Mansion products."

Red Mansion product?

Daiyu pondered for a while in her heart, and she saw a big rose saltpeter on the wall of the table next to her. Curious, she walked over to take a look. There was a formula list and the production process on it, which was comparable to the research and development of skin care products.

"This formula flow chart is quite interesting."

Daiyu pointed to the wall. Hehe, she didn't even know that making rose saltpeter by herself still followed this process.

Lu Fang coughed a few times and almost choked:

"We hired a research expert at a high salary. In recent years, people's recognition of traditional culture has increased a lot. We plan to restore the production process of rose saltpeter in Dream of the Red Chamber..."

Daiyu looked up at him with a smile, encouraging him to continue. Lu Fang suddenly felt under a lot of pressure and didn't know how to continue.

"How about taking a look at my rose saltpeter first?"

After Daiyu finished speaking, she took out a small bamboo box from her schoolbag and handed it to Lu Fang.

Looking down at this exquisite little box, I saw the three words "Rose Saltpeter" written in hairpin-shaped small calligraphy on the surface of the box.

When I opened the box, a faint rose scent wafted out of the box, which was refreshing.

Lu Fang looked at the ingredient list and fell into deep thought. He asked:

"Did you also get this recipe from studying Dream of the Red Chamber?"

Daiyu nodded without blushing or beating her heart.

"Great! I'll keep this for our research team to develop."

Lu Fang was ecstatic and took a lot of photos of the box.

Daiyu said:

"In fact, there is no need for research and development. I plan to mass-produce this product. If you are interested, you can cooperate with me. I have already done the packaging design."

After saying that, Daiyu took out another can from her schoolbag. Last night, she designed a packaging ingredient list according to the Chinese skin care product standards.

"Here, I plan to sell this with my classmates. If you are interested, we can do it together."

"Okay, I'll contact the research team right away."

**

Those who often attend cultural exchange meetings must know that the most lively and cool part of the exhibition is watching the rich suckers spend money.

At the same time, the auction began.

When He Shuirong walked to the middle of the exhibition hall, there was a faint scent of roses in the air. He glanced at the closed iron door with a code next to him.

At this moment, a prompt sounded in the exhibition hall:

"Hello, everyone. Next, our auction session is about to begin. Guests who are interested in participating in the auction, please go to the second floor."

This exhibition hall was divided into different areas through corridors, and even the routes were designed just right. A revolving escalator appeared before his eyes, and He Shuirong walked upstairs to the VIP exclusive box.

He had walked around for a while but still hadn't seen Daiyu and He Zimo. He guessed that the two guys might be staying somewhere and having fun.

Other guests also went up to the second floor, everyone was looking forward to watching this year's auction.

Some time ago, there were rumors that the organizer of the event found the original manuscript of Lin Daiyu's poetry.

Everyone is curious about who will eventually win the bid for this blockbuster auction item.

As the host dressed in gorgeous clothes walked to the front of the stage, this auction began.

The first item to be auctioned was a jade hairpin.

A hairpin projection popped up in front of the big screen——

The hairpin has smooth lines, and the emerald green color appears more transparent and rich under the light, making it a top-grade jadeite.

The black hair is gradually tied up into a jade hairpin, and the hairpin embodies the dream of three thousand prosperous times.

All the ladies and rich girls present stared at the big screen with their eyes wide open. There is not a single woman who does not love beauty.

The host took the script and began to introduce it to everyone:

"This jade hairpin was used by Lin Daiyu's mother Jia Min to tie her hair during her coming-of-age ceremony. The starting price is 180 million."

Ye Su said to Lin Chenhui:

"Come to think of it, Xixi hasn't even had her coming-of-age ceremony yet, and now her engagement party with Xiaoran is almost here. As her parents, we'll buy this hairpin for her, and when she gets married and gets dressed, I'll personally pin her hair for her."

Lin Xi looked at the hairpin and her heart was so moved that she couldn't breathe. She could even imagine herself bundling up her black hair and inserting an exquisite jade hairpin, as if she was pinning three thousand prosperous dreams in her hair, which was a kind of classical beauty.

She said to Ye Su coquettishly:

"Mom, can I really own this hairpin? But it's really expensive, the starting price is 180 million! Brother Xiao Ran, don't you think so?"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Xiao Ran beside her, her face full of joy.

Lin Chenhui nodded lovingly and looked at his daughter, who was sitting with Xiao Ran. They were a perfect match.

"Xixi, you are my precious daughter, Lin Chenhui. Of course you deserve the best."

Xiao Ran also turned to look at Lin Xi. He had just met Mr. Zhu Shiquan, who spoke highly of Lin Xi's chess skills. He said that his future fiancée was really excellent.

"Xixi, yes, you deserve the best."

This kind of atmosphere is really touching.

Lin Xi took a photo in front of the big screen and posted it on WeChat Moments:

"Mom and Dad said they would take a picture of this jade hairpin and give it to me as a coming-of-age gift. Thank you, Mom and Dad! Kiss.JPG"

Lin Chenhui held up a sign on the spot:

"I'll offer 200 million."

The main point is wealth and power, 20 is not a lot of money.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Hermès lady in the front row turned around, looked at them, and also raised her sign:

"I'll pay 300!"

He suddenly raised the price to 300 million, which was so arrogant and inhumane.

Lin Chenhui continued to hold up his placard and confidently bid:

"I'll pay 330!"

Hermès Lady:

"350 million!"

Lin Chenhui was a little annoyed, thinking that she was really trying to go against him, right? He originally thought it was just a jade hairpin, why bother? His psychological price was actually 300 million, but people fight for a breath, Buddha fight for a stick of incense, he raised his sign fiercely and offered: