Chapter 30

"Sister, don't talk big. I know you're comforting me, but it's like this every year. I don't want to participate. I want to act, but my father doesn't agree. He said it's not business. I won a participation award when I participated in the pharmacy competition the year before last. Do you know what the Participation Award is?

It's just a towel. When I came back, my grandmother scolded me to death and said I was mentally retarded. I really don't want to participate. "

LAN Yanran looked bitter and bitter, and LAN Enron was very distressed.

She touched LAN Yanran's small head and remembered that her brother committed himself to an old and ugly rich woman for her, just to raise money for herself, and finally died miserably in the hands of the rich woman.

LAN Enron thought of the tears falling down. She didn't turn her head to wipe her tears and smiled.

"Don't worry. After the pharmacy competition, I told my father not to let you study medicine. How about transferring you to the performance department?"

"Really?"

LAN Yanran's eyes lit up and suddenly came to the spirit.

"When did my sister lie to you?"

LAN Enron smiled sincerely.

"Sister, you are the best sister in the world!"

LAN Yanran put down the dishes and chopsticks and said happily holding LAN Enron.

"Well, eat quickly!"

LAN Enron smiled.

LAN Yanran obediently picked up the dishes and chopsticks. He never felt the rice at home so fragrant!

……

After dinner, LAN Yanran obediently went back to his room to sleep. LAN Enron looked at his watch.

The black market is still a little far from home. She has to start in advance. In order to ensure that her family finds out, she has to wait until LAN Tingyun comes back.

At twelve o'clock, LAN Enron set out.

The night shrouded Chengdu, a shrinking black figure shuttled through the lonely street.

The black market is located in the suburb of Chengdu. It is only open once every Saturday. It sells a wide range of things. All the things that can be sold here are things that can't see light. Therefore, it is also called ghost town.

The rule of ghost town is to buy and leave. They have nothing to do with each other. Usually, people who buy and sell things don't ask the source and give money. There are no police and urban management here. Things sold are rarely seen in the market. Things are rare and expensive, so the price is generally high.

LAN Enron, wearing a night suit and a cap, came all the way along the path to the nearby ghost town. Where is a group of people waiting for LAN Enron.

"How's it going? Is the information accurate?"

LAN Enron asked first.

"Don't worry, this is internal news. The shopper is called an old ghost. He doesn't know anything and never misses."

A big man said definitely.

"Well, go in!"

LAN Enron took the lead in.

There are many people in the ghost town today. Everyone is veiled and doesn't want others to see the truth.

LAN Enron and a group of people went straight to a hut with only candles. In the hut sat a wounded old man with white beard and a hat. His skin was yellow under the candlelight.

"Little girl, do you want to know the news of fennel vanilla?"

The old man asked in a low voice.

"Well, I need it."

LAN Enron replied.

"Everyone who comes to me needs rules, okay?"

The old man said and held out his hand.

LAN Enron naturally understood that she had brought a bag with a stack of cash in it. She gave all the cash and smiled.

"Can you tell me now?"

When the old man saw a bag of heavy banknotes in his hand, he immediately smiled, opened his mouth and smiled with yellow teeth.

"Fennel herb is a rare thing. Its value is said to cure all diseases. There are only one or two in recent decades. Recently, there is a live fennel herb in Liuxiang Pavilion, but it needs to be auctioned. The one with the highest price has to go and have a look."

The old man took a wad of money and counted it slowly.

He is the king of information. The fennel vanilla auction is almost blocked. Everyone wants it, so he is almost suppressed.

"I see. Thank you!"

LAN Enron turned to go.

The old man said.

"Come to me next time!"

LAN Enron ignored and walked out of the room.

"Boss, isn't this auction a lot of money?"

Asked the man.

"Money is not a problem. Help me get an invitation!"

Blue Enron said coldly.

"Why don't you let someone make one here?"

A thin man said puzzled.

"People here only recognize money and can't confuse the false with the true. When they are found, they will be in trouble. Besides, I have no money, this blood sucking old man!"

LAN Enron looked at his watch. It was almost time. When he got back, it was just dawn.

"I'm separated. Remember I want a real invitation. Go back and add chicken legs to you!"

Then she disappeared into the night.

"The boss is really swift and resolute!"

The thin man sighed.