Su Cheng said nothing and transferred the account to her directly.

Meng Fu counted zeros and shed tears of poverty again.

"Assistant of the God," Jiang Yinong looked at Meng Fu enviously, "I'll treat you to lunch at noon, and I must bring me a bun tomorrow morning."

In fact, Jiang Yinong also suggested that Meng Fu's assistant open a bun shop, which would definitely be popular.

But she was familiar with Meng Fu and didn't know her assistant, so she decided to ask him when she had seen her assistant.

Someone came in the class one after another.

Someone also found out when he went back, and asked Meng Fu to sign his autograph early in the morning.

Some of them want for their sisters, some of them want for their brothers, and the most amazing thing is that they want for their grandfather.

The morning class is still videotaped.

There were few people coming today, and Duan Yan, Ni Qing and Liang Si did not come.

After Meng Fu finished reading these books, this time she didn't read the pharmacological foundation, so she wore headphones to watch a few movies passed on to her by Yi Tong.

gdl is a game that combines Western fantasy and Chinese mythology. It involves many questions and the performance method is different from the traditional ones. Meng Fu asked Yi Tong for his acting skills.

Jiang Yinong is not a person who is content with scent. Although she is talented, she is as lazy as Meng Fu. The two of them sit in the last row, one watches TV and the other plays games.

I'm inexplicably a bit like an ordinary university student.

Duan Yan was very harsh with Meng Fu yesterday, wishing she was reading books all the time. Today, seeing her like this, she didn't say anything.

At 11:20, it was almost 11:30 that get out of class ended, and Ni Qing, who had not been here for a whole morning, finally arrived.

She put the book she had moved from the second floor on the table, then looked at Duan Yan, Jiang Yinong and others, and finally looked at Duan Yan: "Senior Brother Duan, did you find someone to buy tickets at that auction yesterday?"

"No, I've found someone to read it online. The tickets have been hyped up to 880,000 yuan per ticket, and there is no price for the market," Duan Yan put down the books in his hand, looked up, his eyebrows were cold, and he paused for a moment.

High-end spices are very precious to anyone who comes into contact with perfume.

"I've guessed it long ago that this is a Level 8 auction," Ni Qing looked correct. "The reason why he was rated as Level 8 is because there is the legendary Dogala Xiang inside."

"Dogalaxiang? Are you sure." Duan Yan's expression changed slightly.

If you know a little about the history of perfume, you will know that Dogala is the top spice in the circle, but only those from that clan know the recipe.

No wonder the Xianghui Association actually started the election.

"I didn't tell you yesterday that my uncle is the person from the auction hall," Ni Qing looked at Duan Yan: "This is a true matter. This level 8 auction is grand. Not only the Four Associations, but also each of the ancient martial arts families will have representatives. Even those forces from the Federation have people to hold this auction. The military association is the military association."

When most manufacturers heard this, they took a deep breath.

"Soldiers and the others may not have imagined the horror of the Federation, but they knew how terrifying the Soldiers were.

How grand should the scene be if so many forces gather together?

Meng Fu saw that the time was about to end get out of class and got up directly.

She was injured on time every day and finished class on time. Jiang Yinong also knew that when she saw Meng Fu get up, she knew that Meng Fu was about to go to have a meal. Jiang Yinong also wanted to know about Ni Qing's level 8 auction, but she also agreed to invite Meng Fu to dinner at noon.

Thinking about it, I am not familiar with Ni Qing anymore.

Jiang Yinong reluctantly gave up gossip, took his small bag and ran out with Meng Fu.

Ni Qing looked up lightly, looked at Meng Fu's back as he left, and seemed to have not heard what he was saying. He couldn't help but look back and looked at Duan Yan with a smile: "There is really no tickets now, and the invitation letters on the Internet have been auctioned off. I asked my uncle if he could arrange several staff quotas for me."

"Ni Qing, you can't favor one or the other!"

"Sister Ni, at least I have a classmate..."

After she said this, the other students in the class had already surrounded him and spoke one by one.

When these people heard Ni Qing’s description, they yearned for this auction where big shots gathered.

At the door, Jiang Yinong also heard Ni Qing's last words, and couldn't help but grab Meng Fu's arm. The more he thought about it, he became more and more moved: "The level 8 auction, I have grown up so old, the first time I heard of an auction of this level. The federal government has the qualification to hold an auction of this level! The auction in Beijing is so awesome. I don't know how many big shots will be there at that time."

Meng Fu looked at her, "It's true."

How can m Xia’s marketing be amazing?

But this money is good.

"You're not curious? It's a Level 8 auction, the Federation and the Army!" Jiang Yinong still grabbed Meng Fu's sleeve. She always felt that Meng Fu had an extremely comfortable atmosphere, and Meng Fu was approachable.

Meng Fu took the mask from his pocket and put it on himself, and then put on the black baseball cap of the M brand.

Hearing this, he didn't care much, so he just patted Jiang Yinong's head, and the perfunctory meaning was very obvious: "I know."

"Do you know you're still so calm?" Jiang Yinong looked at Meng Fu, very magical, "You really don't look like a perfumer."

Over the years, the first time that the auction of level 5 or above has appeared in Beijing is in the capital. Not to mention perfumers, even several major families attach great importance to it.

"I'll invite you to the second floor of the canteen for dinner." Jiang Yinong took her to the canteen.

Meng Fu followed her slowly.

The cell phone rang in her pocket, and she pressed her cap down, and saw the message from Yu Wen--

【Does Miss Meng have time now?】

Meng Fu held Jiang Yinong's collar in one hand, asked her to stop and stuff her phone back into her pocket: "Wait a minute, I'll get a courier."

"Express?" Jiang Yinong was forced to turn around and saw her walking towards the division door, a little suspicious.

Isn’t the express delivery at Cainiao Station?

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