This foreshadowing was buried just right, and Yao Yi was looking forward to the shock of the other party when he discovered the truth.

When he found out the price of Kailan Digesica, he recalled Yao Yi's sentence "You can only buy one for a month's pocket money" and his own sentence "Your pocket money per month may not be enough for me to make a meal." I guess his expression would be very exciting.

As for whether it is really possible that his meal is lower than Yao Yi's pocket money for a month? It doesn't exist.

It’s not that there is no such person. The huge Shangjing and the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties can be said to be a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and some people who appear to be ordinary actually have unfathomable strength and background, but the young man in front of him is obviously not one of them. If he was at his age, it would cost 400,000 US dollars for a meal, Yao Yi would not have no impression of him.

After brewing for a moment, Yao Yi said in a plain tone: "This is Kailandi's pen. This one in my hand is 'Gesica'. It's a limited edition model. It's not easy to buy a brand new one."

"Haha, the so-called 'limited' are marketing methods that stimulate customers' desire to consume. Do you know what 'hunger marketing' is? Forget it, you don't understand it even after you say it. In short, you just need to know that things that ordinary people think are difficult are just a piece of cake in the eyes of elites." The young man pushed down the golden glasses on the bridge of his nose, making him pretend to be reserved, but his tone was very arrogant. After saying that, he looked at Mi Meng proudly, wanting to see his admiration or appreciation of him on Mi Meng's face.

But he was disappointed. Mi Meng didn't look at him at all. Her big watery eyes kept looking at Yao Yi.

Yao Yi spread her hands and didn't say anything.

There is no need to refute, because he is right.

"No need to look for it." The young man put down a hundred red banknotes on his forehead, hugged the bun and turned around and left, from beginning to end, never looking at Yao Yi in front of him.

Yao Yi watched his back gradually fade towards the street. After thinking about it, he would have a complex expression of shock, doubt, anger, shame and disbelief on his face.

Well, that's really a funny and distorted face.

A joke that is enough to contract today's share.

Yo, there is a bit of rhyme.

Maybe I have the talent for RAP. If I feel so tired, I can consider creating a rap music program a few years in advance, so as not to be turned into a smoky "Yu Yue program" by those guys who are full of eyes and digging for gold.

Speaking of which, if you really want to enter the field of literature and art, you should try youth literature first? The submissions of "Berry" and "Reader" were rejected, but I was indignant and depressed for a long time. At that time, I felt that the reviewer was blind, but now I think that those words that were whining without any illness were really unattractive.

After all, everyone is good at different fields. Yao Yi can become a legend in the business world, but she may become a Husky in the literary world.

However, today is different from the past. Yao Yi has seen the ever-changing world. With many stories, the old man who has written again will definitely be able to write thought-provoking and touching articles.

Thinking of the blow that year when he was rejected, Yao Yi felt that this was also a regret that should be made up for.

I was thinking divergently, and my shoulder was suddenly blocked by a small hand.

When he turned around, Mi Meng, who was less than 1.6 meters tall, patted his shoulder and comforted him sympathetically: "Yao Yi, think about it, don't be sad for a woman who doesn't love you, it's not worth it!"

Yao Yi was stunned for three seconds before she realized what this girl was talking about.

She must have mistakenly thought that the bunny girl was Yao Yi's old love, but now she is in love with a big shot!

Well, looking back at the previous conversations is indeed easy to cause misunderstandings.

A 20-year-old boy was selling bookmarks in a street stall on the street with lights. After seeing a young couple, he stared at the girl for a long time. The girl recognized him, but insisted that he did not know him...

Tsk, it is simply a prime time urban emotional theater.

"Actually, I don't know her." Yao Yi laughed and said while shaking her head, "I don't even know her name."

Mi Meng took back her little hand, gave her a thumbs up, and nodded vigorously: "Yes, you don't know her, you will be a stranger from now on, and you don't need to remember her name."

“…”

"Okay, don't be sad! Or I'll treat you to a midnight snack, just treat it as thank you for teaching me, uh, marketing. Well, I remember to walk there for a while and have a very delicious spicy hot pot. Do you like spicy hot pot?"

"No need. Oh, it's getting late and the bookmarks are sold out. It's almost time to go back and rest."

When he heard that the little girl wanted to treat her to spicy hot pot, Yao Yi hurriedly refused.

"Okay." Mi Meng looked a little disappointed, but she didn't insist. She lowered her head and started to pack up her things. The small stool, watercolor pens and unused stickers were stuffed into the big bag, and the folding table was folded and carried like a shield.

After collecting the things, Mi Meng found that Yao Yi was still standing there, and suddenly felt puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Yao Yi knew that this girl would not cheat, so she had to think of a saying that would not hurt her face and give a reminder: "You forgot our agreement."

"Oh!" Mi Meng suddenly realized, "I forgot to share the spoils for you!"

Spread the spoils...

OK, don't care about this detail.

Yao Yi smiled and nodded. Mi Meng put down the folding table and big backpack, took out the wallet with Doraemon painted, took out the banknotes with different denominations and started counting: "Twenty, thirty, eighty..."

"There were twenty bookmarks on the folding table, but I gave one on my own initiative. The remaining nineteen were sold for 190 yuan. Five of them were blessings signed by me. The cost, including the bookmark I sent, I will just make up for ten yuan. The net profit was 180 yuan multiplied by 0.3. The result was fifty-four yuan. The additional income I signed and written by me - this money should belong to me, do you have no objection - a total of seventy-nine yuan."

Yao Yi is naturally sensitive to numbers and has received professional memory training. She completed the calculation in the blink of an eye. As for the 100 yuan that the little villain who gave her to her face, he did not count it.

He looked down on that money.

Mi Meng was stunned when she heard this. Out of trust in Yao Yi, she did not recalculate it and took out 80 yuan and handed it to Yao Yi.

When Yao Yi took the reward he deserved, the two of them said thank you in unison.

As soon as Mi Meng showed two tiger teeth, her smile froze on her face because she saw Yao Yi handing over a coin.

"Here, I'll look for you one yuan."

"No need."

"According to our agreement, the reward I deserve is 79 yuan." Yao Yi shook his head and said seriously, "We should strictly abide by the agreement in order to continue to maintain the relationship between partners."

"Okay." Mi Meng accepted the coin and muttered in a low voice, "Look at your very good person, why do you look like you don't recognize your relatives when you calculate the accounts?"

Yao Yi pretended not to hear it and asked, "Where are you living? If it is not far away, I will send you downstairs. It's so late, it's not safe for girls to walk at night."
Chapter completed!