Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

Mentioning this, Duanmu Baolian also wanted to laugh, but she remembered that the first time Wu Shufei called her, he called her embarrassment miserable.

"Then did you lose money when you were in business before?" Duanmu Baolian was very curious. If it was all stupid people with rich money, then no matter how solid their foundation was, they would lose everything in the end. Watch it.

"No!" Mr. Mei shook his head and said, "If the previous business also loses money, how can I be a representative of how many people are stupid?"

Duanmu Baolian thought about it, it was true, if he had no money, it would be impossible for many people to be stupid if he wanted money.

"Baolian, your cell phone is ringing..." At this moment, Duanmu Baolian's cell phone rang, and the blue and white porcelain song - Sky Blue Waiting for Misty Rain, and I'm waiting for you.

This song suits her identity.

Duanmu Baolian didn't care about talking, so she ran over in a hurry, picked up the phone from the table, looked at it, it was Zhang Qian, not only frowning slightly, although it was not too late at this time, but it was also night, she called to find What did she do?

Ever since Zhang Yao and the others maliciously speculated that she was a sugar daddy, she felt very uncomfortable. Although she had Mr. Mei's salary, the money was earned by herself. It was clean. How did she get here? From what they said, it became such a dirty deal?

Therefore, for these old classmates, if they can not communicate, they will not communicate.

The ancients said: wine is less than a thousand cups when you meet a bosom friend, and there are too many words if you don't speculate.

She, Zhang Yao and the others had nothing more to say if they counted as speculative words.However, Zhang Qian was very protective of her last time, and it could be seen that even though she graduated from high school, she still had to go to college in the future, and she still had to meet and date.

When Duanmu Baolian was about to finish ringing, she pressed the answer button. Sure enough, Zhang Qian's energetic voice came from the phone: "Baolian, it's me."

"I know it's you." Duanmu Baolian smiled, of course she knew it was hers, if Zhang Yao and others, she would never answer the call.

"It's like this. We have graduated, and we haven't invited the teachers to dinner. Now, high school is on holiday, and the teachers are free, so I want to invite you to dinner with the teachers. What do you think?" Zhang Qian said.

"Oh?" Duanmu Baolian agreed noncommittally.

This is not a new invention of Zhang Qian. It has always been inevitable to invite teachers and principals to have a meal after graduating from high school.

It is really hard work for the teacher to pass on his karma, and now that he has graduated, there is no other gift, so it is really reasonable to treat him to a meal.However, Duanmu Baolian knows that this kind of banquet to thank teachers is sometimes invited by a single family, and sometimes, most of the students in the whole class gather together and invite one in a certain hotel-then there will be a crowd , that is called a lively scene.

"Who else?" Duanmu Baolian asked.

"Everyone is joining together, you know." Zhang Qian said, "All the students in the class get together, plus the teacher, as well as the principal, the director of the teaching office, etc."

"When?" Duanmu Baolian asked.

"At noon the day after tomorrow." Zhang Qian said, "On the 300th floor of Furong Building, the vast Yangtze River can be seen through the window. Everyone pays 52 yuan per person, and there are 600 people in total, totaling [-] yuan. If it is not enough, I will make up for it."