Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

Duanmu Baolian has already taken the bag from him, and then stuffed a stack of red skins into Mr. Mei's hand, saying: "You count..."

While talking, she put on the bracelet, ring, and pendant again, not even forgetting the cute cat ears, and tidying up her bag at the same time.

Mr. Mei has long discovered that she has a slight obsession with cleanliness, which is not serious. She always likes to keep her things in order, so there is no mess in her bag, which is a must for some girls when they go out.

Looking at Duanmu Baolian's appearance, she didn't seem to mind that she rummaged through her bag. She couldn't help but look at the red skins she stuffed in her hand, and counted them. There were 22 pieces in total. After deducting the cost of one piece, there was still 21, which she just earned.

Adding up, it definitely took less than 10 minutes. How did she do it?Could it be that the owner of the game hall was mentally retarded, and when he saw her go in, he immediately opened his wallet and gave her the money?

"Baolian, how did you do it?" Mr. Mei asked curiously, he was conceited, he absolutely did not have such ability.

"Let's find a place, sit down and talk!" Duanmu Baolian said, "I want to eat ice cream."

"Okay, okay!" Mr. Mei agreed repeatedly, isn't it just ice cream?The main reason is that she is afraid that she will spoil it, so I don't let her eat it, but it doesn't matter if I eat it occasionally, especially in this midsummer weather.

I found a cafe, asked for a separate box, and then ordered some snacks, as well as coffee, ice cream, and closed the door of the box. Mr. Mei asked: "Paulian, you haven't told me, how did you do it?" of?"

Duanmu Baolian squinted her big eyes and smiled cheerfully. She took a piece of matcha cake and took a big bite. The scent of matcha and sesame blended together, which was light and sweet, and she liked it very much.

Seeing her smile similar to that of a little fox, Mr. Mei sighed and said, "Baolian, be careful of showing your tail."

"Hmph, I'm a cat, not a fox!" Did Duanmu Baolian know the meaning of his words?Isn't it the tail of a fox?

"I know, you are a good cat!" Mr. Mei couldn't help laughing when he saw this. He really didn't dare to compliment Duanmu Baolian's song. Really, he wanted to please say " Sounds good" can't say enough.

Her voice is clear and bright, with a bit of a childlike voice, very cute, but her singing is very out of tune.

When this girl is happy, she also hums a ditty - except for that good cat, he heard her humming blue and white porcelain, of course, she speaks clearly, one or two grades better than Jay Chou, but she is very out of tune* *.

Mr. Mei really couldn't listen to it anymore, and kindly worried about her, but what did this girl say?He sings his songs, I sing mine, Jay Chou wants to perform on stage, rely on this to make a living, and I don’t want to perform on stage, rely on this to make a living, I just need to sing my own tune.

Anyway, she would never admit that she was out of tune, but thought—that was the tune she invented...

"My dear cat, can you tell me?" said Mr. Mei.

"You should know what's in that game hall, right?" Duanmu Baolian said, "They all run some digital business at the same time."

"You should say that their main business is digital business." Mr. Mei understood what she was referring to. He is an adult, so he naturally understands that this kind of game hall, similar to a small casino, is actually a business that is not on the table.