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Chapter 711 The World Is Too Real

If Miss Ruomo went to find Duanmu Ruize with a letter of recommendation as soon as she came to Bianjing, wouldn't that save a lot of trouble.

But she just didn't understand, why Miss Mo didn't take a shortcut, she had to go to the extra effort to take part in some assessment, she really couldn't figure it out.

Yu Yingru stared at Mo Wushang for a long time, but couldn't see why from the other's face, so she withdrew her gaze from looking at him, shook her head helplessly, and looked at the Bianjing Mansion again. The long line in front of the door.

When Yu Yingru saw a man in a black tight-fitting robe, about thirty, with a resolute face, the expression in her eyes changed slightly.

She seems to have seen this person there!
Looking at Mo Wushang downstairs, when he saw someone in the crowd, a wave suddenly appeared on his calm face, but he returned to normal in a blink of an eye, and then he turned his eyes back, not looking at the building again. the following situation.

Mo Wushang, who turned her gaze back, didn't know that at the same time she retracted her gaze, the man in black who was noticed by both her and Yu Yingru suddenly tilted his head and looked over here.

Seemingly looking this way unintentionally, he turned his head back again.

Yu Yingru, who was glanced at by the man in black, felt her heart tighten when she met his sharp eyes. This man is by no means a simple doctor.

It was almost noon, the spectators had already returned one after another, and the long line was coming to an end, and it was almost time to watch, so Mo Wushang also went downstairs, and casually threw it to the shopkeeper of the teahouse. Jin Zi turned around and left the teahouse.

Thinking of the flattering smile of the shopkeeper of the teahouse, which made countless creases on his face, Mo Wushang couldn't help but sigh in his heart!

This world is really a reality, those who have money are uncles, and those who have no money are nothing.

I remember that when she came here to book a private room yesterday, the shopkeeper saw her simplicity, and her face was not her face, her nose was not her nose, until she casually threw a few ingots of gold at her, and the other's eyes began to light up.

His attitude towards her was completely different. Not only did he reserve a private room for her, but it was also the one with the best location. Faced with such a situation, she just laughed twice.

When I saw this shopkeeper again today, she was even more affectionate towards her than her own father, which really flattered her a bit.

Facing the hospitality of the other party, how can I be stingy and not give more.

By the way, in order to express his good mood, Mo Wushang also gave a small gift to the shopkeeper of the teahouse at the same time, hoping that the other party would not be too happy after receiving this gift from him.

When Mo Wushang left the teahouse and walked outside the Bianjing Mansion, there were only two people left in front of her, and it didn't take long before it was her turn.

Wushang, sixteen, South Vietnam.

The name, age, and where he came from were all reported to the other party one by one. Naturally, he didn't dare to tell his true identity, so he could only make up some random nonsense.

But it is not completely unreliable, if calculated according to human age, she should indeed be 16 years old, her name is not all fake, and she must be from South Vietnam, so it is not a lie!

After the registration, the officials gave Mo Wushang a small wooden signboard, with the three characters of Bianjing Mansion engraved on the front, a line of small characters on the bottom, engraved with the number 120, and the reverse side with the word Wushang, which is The official just wrote it up.

(End of this chapter)