She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"I'm not that impressive. That Manshu won three pieces of jadeite by gambling! He made millions, and this money was contributed by my third uncle!"

Judging from her tone, she must be very depressed.

"But in my eyes, Siyu is the best."

Gu Zimo rubbed her hair again, his voice soothing.

A pair of eyes stared at Yan Siyu, as if he could only see her in his eyes.

Yan Siyu's heart started pounding when she was looked at like this. Every time Gu Zimo looked at her like this, her mind went blank and she lost all her temper.

"Brother Zimo is the best."

Yan Siyu hugged Gu Zimo's arm and put her head on his shoulder.

Gu Zimo reached out and scratched her nose.

Two people you Lennon me Lennon.

Manshu glanced at the two of them and was disgusted by the scene.

"Ms. Manshu, what's wrong?" Wan Yi led her to the lounge on the second floor.

The girl made a retching motion.

Could it be that he made too much money today and vomited it all?

"Nothing, I just feel like there's a fly stuck in my throat."

Wan Yi: “…” I suspect the little girl was cursing, but I have no evidence.

"You're not talking about me, are you?" He looks okay, right? How could he look like a fly?

Manshu was stunned and quickly explained: "How could that be? You are much better than a fly."

Wan Yi: “Thank you.” I am not that great to be compared to a fly.

He led the man to the lounge.

Mr. Zhu and Yan Zhan sat separately.

Manshu was holding a box, which contained red jadeite.

Wan Yi walked over first and said to Yan Zhan, "Third Master, Miss Manshu is here."

Yan Zhan then raised his eyes: "Yeah."

He glanced at Manshu. She lowered her eyes and he couldn't see the expression in her eyes.

But the girl dared to ask for a face-to-face transaction, which clearly showed that she was not afraid of him at all.

If I say that I first paid attention to her, it was because she looked like the old lady in the photo above the old man's bed.

Now, people are more concerned about her talent in gambling on stones.

Old Zhu gave Yan Zhan a reproachful look. It was too cold for this kid to call someone up.

He simply said to Manshu, "Come and sit down."

The old man shouted, and Manshu was stunned for only a moment and then passed away.

She stood up straight, neither humble nor arrogant, and greeted the two of them before sitting down.

He put the box he was holding on the coffee table and opened it.

"Master Yan, this is my red jadeite. Please take a look."

She pushed the box over.

The red jade that came out of it was dazzling.

Manshu was a little nervous, mainly because Yan Zhan's eyebrows were like sharp arrows, his eyes were like cold stars, and he was fierce in his bones, which made her worry that she would show weakness in front of him.

After all, she had to make a somewhat unreasonable request.

"That's right." Yan Zhan took only two glances and then pushed Hong Fei in front of Mr. Zhu.

Mr. Zhu did not refuse and took a magnifying glass and a high-intensity flashlight himself.

The red part of this jade has indeed reached the ice grade and has few cracks, so the jade piece made from it will definitely be beautiful.

It is the wonders of nature that make such magical and beautiful things possible.

"It's really good, Manshu, right?" After seeing enough, Mr. Zhu raised his head to look at Manshu.

"Yes." Manshu didn't know why Mr. Zhu was talking to him.

But he still answered calmly.

"How do you choose the wool? Theory or intuition?"

I have to say that the curiosity of the elderly is sometimes like that of children.

"Theoretically, I've only read a few crappy books." Manshu's words were half true and half false, and others could not find any flaws in her words for a while.

Because there is a bookstore outside her school, there are a lot of old books there.