She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"I bought this with my own money, isn't it inappropriate to show it to you?"

Chongzhi smiled innocently and glanced at King.

King rolled his eyes: "You're hiding this, do you still want to be friends with us?"

"Don't worry, I won't read it all. I'm just helping you with some advice."

"Do you think I need an advisor?" Chongzhi raised his eyebrows.

King: "Of course I need to. It won't cost me anything to take a look. Besides, do you trust your junior sister's taste in choosing raw materials?"

Does Chongzhi believe it?

That's definitely not believed.

"We have to be prepared for both situations. This notebook has to be returned tomorrow morning."

Chongzhi just teased King for a bit, but eventually opened the notebook and showed it to him.

The little girl's handwriting is neat.

In addition to the record number, she also wrote the psychological price at the back.

This makes things convenient for Chongzhi and the others.

Because it was written with numbers, King could understand it.

"What do you think of her record?" Chongzhi scribbled a note and asked King.

"Very comprehensive and clear, I like this."

"But don't you think this looks like a trap set up for the fish to take the bait?"

Chongzhi is not a fool, and he believes that Manshu is not.

When her master was teaching her, he must have reminded her that if she looked at the bids herself at a public auction, she could easily be targeted.

Some people deliberately copy other people's record books, then intercept other people's bids and compete with them.

So, even if there were records, she shouldn't have written them so comprehensively.

Most people will write some secret codes according to their own habits.

“She wrote it, too.”

King flipped through the notebook in his hand: "Look, she used different colored pens to record."

"Some may be the ones she has chosen, and some may be the ones she is undecided about."

"Others may be people who like it but cannot afford it."

"I think there's nothing wrong with it."

"Brother Zhi, I think you are too cautious. To be more precise, it was your former master who was too cautious."

"So you are inevitably a bit suspicious."

"As long as we understand what these colors represent, we won't have to worry about not being able to grasp the little girl's psychology."

"When the time comes, take down all the ones she's interested in. What else do you think she can use to compete with you?"

"The few pieces of raw materials that were missed may not be worth showing off."

King had already imagined the scene of Manshu crying bitterly because of losing the competition.

This kid never expected that the person who defeated him once in City C was Manshu.

"I'll study it further to see what she wants."

Color markings are indeed difficult to identify.

But Chongzhi is not without any solution.

He took out the notebook where he had made his notes and opened it to check.

If there are overlapping numbers, he will know the number.

"Are you using the process of elimination?" King was no fool and he reacted quickly.

"Would you like to compare the ones I like?"

Chongzhi glanced at him and said, "No need."

King actually has a good talent in gambling on stones, but the gambling stone king took him in to repay a favor.

Therefore, there is a limit to what he can be taught.

In addition, if two people compare together, how will they make bids at the auction?

Seeing that Chongzhi was so petty, King didn't mention it.

Chongzhi copied all the contents in the notebook, marked them himself, and went back to think about them slowly.

Then after use, the notebook was returned to Qi.