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Her remarks made sense, and it looked like she was helping the book Wednesday, and wronged herself to lose money.

Li Xiao thought so too.

He looked at the girl in ordinary school uniform with a beautiful face.

Three thousand yuan, not too much, not too small. At that time, the per capita salary in city A was only one thousand and five, and the little girl in front of her was willing to spend so much money to help others?

Is it true?

He started to shake again.

Seeing him shake, Yang Zimei said lightly: "Just give you a minute to think about it, either sell it to me or take it home by yourself. Don't come to Brunei Street to make trouble, otherwise, we will run the whole Brunei Street. Will be united. "

He saw Yang Zimei's face with a faint Yang Zimei, and his eyes did not stay on the tower more. He hadn't taken it to look carefully just now. She could not recognize the real thing at first glance?

It is estimated that there is too much money left.

So he gritted his teeth and said, "Three thousand five."

He offered this price to test Yang Zimei's psychology. If it was genuine, it was estimated that Yang Zimei would also buy it, then he would repent and refuse to sell it.

Yang Zimei can naturally guess what he thinks, without even looking at him, and said lightly: "Then you take things away, and don't make a difference in our Brunei Street."

What she meant was very clear. If it was three thousand five, she would not want it.

It seems that it is not really authentic!

Li Xiao hurriedly said, "Okay, here are the things for you, and three thousand yuan for me."

Yang Zimei took three thousand yuan from the schoolbag, handed it to him, and held the iron tower in his hand.

As soon as her hand touched the tower, she immediately had a special induction.

As for what this induction was, she couldn't say clearly, because it was strange.

Li Daxiao saw that she could take out 3,000 yuan casually, knowing that it must be a rich child, and that she looked extraordinary, people on Brunei Street also respected her and suspected that she had a certain background. People, no longer say more, left with money.

In fact, the reason Yang Zimei's schoolbag had so much cash was that she had just taken out 10,000 yuan from the bank and was going to buy some supplements and herbs for the big daddy who gave her a copper plate to make up for her flicker. Guilty conscience.

Therefore, it can be used to buy this small iron tower.

On Wednesday, she saw that she really bought the tower for 3,000 yuan. She thought she was grateful and helpless to help herself. "Little eyebrow, why are you so stupid? Even if I don't refund the money, he sues the court. And helpless to me. "

"Brother Zhou--"

Yang Zimei pouted, "I watched your face just now. If I don't buy this, you will be stricken by it. What's more, I like this thing, and it can be used as an implement, not a loss."

Yang Zimei ’s ability to fortune-tell is also spread on Brunei Street. On Wednesday, the book heard her say this, and hesitated, “Is this really the case?”

Yang Zi nodded his head and patted his shoulder, "Brother Zhou, you still have a 70-year-old mother in your family, and your wife is ill, and your two children are small. All of them depend on you alone. You should not do anything at all. Impulsive. "

After reading the book on Wednesday, my eyes were a little red.

However, he was very strange. He had never told anyone about his family situation. How could Yang Zimei know so clearly?

Seeing his doubts, Yang Zimei smiled and said, "Don't forget, I'm a fellow."

After that, she left with the iron tower.

Because the iron tower has a thick black evil spirit, which is very suitable for raising a copper coin sword, she will temporarily help Lin Qingmei to drive away the evil for a few days, so as not to be unsure of herself, so she will be swallowed by the blood curse.

Regarding the bitterness of backwash, she is no longer willing to experience it.