In Qiu Mingqing's heart, Feng Rui's voice suddenly sounded: "Just say you can do it, and tell that Zhao Decheng, he is watching!"
Qiu Mingquan was taken aback, and replied solemnly: "Why don't you do such an easy-to-make money business? Aunt Wang, to tell you the truth, I have made nearly a thousand yuan in the past few days, and I am making money lying down."
Wang Juan exclaimed: "Oh, pay me half a year's salary!"
Zhao Decheng's small eyes lit up for a moment. After thinking for a while, he quietly ran outside.
Going around to the second floor, he mysteriously pulled out the salesperson's wife who was working in the women's clothing department: "Hey, how much money does our family still have?"
His wife rolled her eyes: "What are you doing?"
"Hurry up, I have a way to make a fortune, take it all out! This time, our family can make a lot of money!"
Seeing Zhao Decheng's back disappear, Qiu Mingquan showed an embarrassed expression again: "Aunt Wang, I thought about it just now, and I should not buy it. This small business will really fall into the hands of the next wave." gone."
"Oh?" Wang Juan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little suspicious in her heart. This child, don't be afraid that she will come to compete too, right?
"Auntie, think about it. The Hero Gold Pen Factory has put so much effort into advertising, and the effect is surprisingly good, but why can't the supply keep up?"
Without waiting for Wang Juan to answer, he logically said: "Because they didn't expect the advertising effect to be so good in advance, and they didn't dare to expand the production line on a large scale. Now the agents all over the country are desperately rushing for goods, and their production lines will expand immediately, and the production capacity will increase." It’s definitely not an issue anymore.”
In fact, as far as Feng Rui knew, it was during this period that the Hero Golden Pen Factory fought a very good performance battle. Not only did the domestic sales blow out, but it also went abroad, and the foreign exchange earnings from exports increased year by year. Over 10 million US dollars of foreign exchange earned through export, exported to more than 60 countries!
In the following few years, this domestic pen brand has been sold on the same stage as Parker, Montblanc and other world-renowned pens on the stationery counters all over the world, creating the most glorious period in its history. Can't keep up?
Wang Juan listened blankly, looking at the clear and honest eyes of the child in front of her, she suddenly became excited.
Yes, such a great situation, considering the overwhelming advertisements, the leadership of this manufacturer is definitely not a mediocre person!
"Xiaoquan, thank you." She couldn't help feeling chills down her back.
These days, seeing Qiu Mingquan earn so much money smoothly and easily, she almost lost her head, and wanted to put all her eggs in one basket, and even borrow some money for a big one!
If it really rushed in, it would be strange if it didn't all fall into the hands!
Holding the final payment after the gold pen was completely out of his hands, Qiu Mingquan only felt his heart beating again.
In the big schoolbag, he stacked all the ten-yuan bills neatly together, and among the remaining loose notes, there were a lot of coins, which made the schoolbag heavy.
The 80 yuan he initially stole has turned into a terrifying 2,400 yuan after the 45% compound interest growth these days!
"It would be great if there were hundred-yuan bills. With so much money, more than twenty bills are enough." He sighed.
Feng Rui asked: "When do you think there are hundred dollar bills?"
Seeing Qiu Mingquan stunned, he proudly flaunted: "It's coming soon. In May 1988, that is, a few months later, it was the first time that the central bank issued hundred-yuan bills. At the beginning, many stores dared not accept them." , because I have never seen it before."
After the gold pen was shot, I went home early this day. As soon as he stepped into the house, Qiu Mingquan was taken aback.
In the compound, like the previous few times, the neighbors gathered together, with strange expressions, surrounding a person in the middle.
"Our Jieda Real Estate was appointed by the district! We will build this area for the well-being of everyone! Integrate industries and develop the economy. When the time comes, both sides of the Pegasus Road will be demolished!" A middle-aged man was facing the door with his back , the greasy feeling on the back of the head was abnormally obvious, and the saliva was flying in the mouth.
"A while ago, there were hooligans who wanted to buy land and houses in advance to fight against the government. Now, we will directly talk on behalf of the district, and we will never let the interests of the masses be damaged!"
A group of people in the compound looked at each other in blank dismay, and many of them were obviously moved.
"Mr. Zhou, it would be great for the public to come forward to take over the house." Aunt Wang was impatient and asked with a smile on her face, "Then...how much can I give? We don't want to live in this shanty town for the rest of our lives. If there is more, we are willing to move!"
This is the truth, if you come out from the district, it won't make the big guys suffer, right?
The man with a greasy face looked serious: "We have been notified that the district has drawn up a plan, and the price refers to the market price, and the unified price is 800 yuan per square meter!"
Everyone sighed in disappointment.
This price is much better than Wang Daquan's robbery, but it is still slightly lower than the market price. If it is really sold at this price, it is not even enough to buy the same house elsewhere.
Aunt Wang immediately became anxious, and stammered: "But Mr. Zhou, isn't it going to build a big house and a big factory here? The price of the land needs to be raised!"
She clearly remembered that Qiu Mingquan said that day that this house and land would be worth ten times and a hundred times in the future!
"Yes, yes, how can we pay according to the current market price? Mr. Zhou, you can tell the higher-ups to add more." The neighbors chattered, but their voices were not loud. People in this era, They also have sincere trust in the identity of the public family. This person said that it was a real estate company sent by the district, so they were naturally in awe.
"Why, you still want to make money from the public!" Mr. Zhou's expression turned ugly, and he was bored and vigilant for a while.
——It was this shantytown that not only beat away Wang Daquan who came to intimidate him, but even failed to set fire to it. Otherwise, there would be no need for them to come forward directly.
He looked around the crowd, deliberately exuding majesty, with a cold expression on his face: "This is about the overall planning of the big construction, and some personal greed cannot be tolerated. Whoever dares to take the lead in making trouble, don't blame the government for being rude!"
Liu Dongfeng remained silent all the time, and was about to speak when he heard this, but was suddenly pulled back by Liu Qinhua, and pinched hard.
Mr. Zhou looked at everyone's silent faces with satisfaction, and nodded: "Everyone is ready, hurry up and find a house to move..."
"Wait a minute." A clear and calm teenager's voice sounded.
Qiu Mingquan didn't know when he had already stood in front of him, looked at him intently, and showed a confused expression: "Uncle, you mean the public, but you, aren't you just from the real estate company? How can you represent the meaning of the above?" what?"
Mr. Zhou looked at the weird child, and was speechless for a while: "Go away, the adults are talking, and the children don't interrupt."
Qiu Mingquan stared at him with subtle inquiry in his eyes: "Wang Daquan brought someone here, and I injured him. He came to set the fire himself, and I accidentally burned him."
Mr. Zhou looked at him in astonishment, and suddenly remembered the news he had just received——Wang Daquan died suddenly in the hospital this morning!
Looking at the dark and calm eyes of the child in front of him, he didn't know why, he staggered back a step, reacting to his gaffe, he couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment.
He threw out a piece of paper with a "slap", and flashed it viciously in front of everyone: "See clearly, this is a document! The public has made a decision, and staff will arrange to sign the contract soon!"
Qiu Mingquan unceremoniously reached out to take the document, and looked at it carefully before his eyes.
Behind him, several neighbors leaned over anxiously.
Qiu Mingquan held the document in front of his eyes. He whispered in his heart, "How is it?"
Feng Rui glanced through it very quickly, and with an idea in his mind, he couldn't help but sneered: "It's not in compliance. Just ask him what I said."
Qiu Mingquan had an idea in his mind, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This is just a draft resolution in the district, not a red-headed document. Then, it is a real estate company that actually signed the agreement with the residents, right?..."
He said it lightly, but Mr. Zhou's heart suddenly jumped: This child is hitting the deadly spot!
This is not the opinion of the city at all, it was concocted by someone impromptu. In fact, they dare not even download the document. ... And the real handover is their new real estate company, and even his legal person is temporary.
"Yes, how is it?" He forced himself to be calm.
A sarcasm flashed across Qiu Mingquan's eyes, and he reached out and handed back the document: "Uncle, go back, let's think about it."
It wasn't until Mr. Zhou took his people away that he looked at everyone with a smile: "Don't worry, everyone, this person doesn't mean anything."
Liu Qinhua hesitated first: "This is what the district means."
Qiu Mingquan shook his head: "This matter still needs to be discussed, no matter who it is, it can't really talk to itself, right?"
He pulled his grandparents aside and smiled obediently: "I'm hungry, let's eat."
Deep in his consciousness, President Feng snorted coldly: "It's really audacious to dare to appoint a private real estate company to take over."
He has earned so much in the past few days, and he has been thinking about adding something to his family for a long time.
"I want to buy more for my grandparents, okay?" Qiu Mingquan said excitedly.
Feng Rui snorted: "Go ahead, you have to spend money to make money."
After thinking about it, he said again: "Don't spend too much, save some money!"
Qiu Mingquan froze for a moment, then fell silent in a sense of loss.
Although the money belonged to him, for some reason, he always felt that it was more like Feng Rui's property.
After a while, Feng Rui realized something. He pondered for a moment, and opened his mouth slowly.
"Qiu Mingquan, this money belongs to you." He explained solemnly, "But since you asked me, I will of course do my best and give you the best advice."
Qiu Mingquan lowered his head and said "hmm".
Feng Rui said calmly, "It's a fool who doesn't know how to make money, and a miser who doesn't spend money if he makes money. But don't worry about spending money now."
"En." Qiu Mingquan felt inexplicably settled down when he heard his steady voice.
It was the first time that this man was willing to explain to him seriously, and he could hear the earnestness in these words.
Feng Rui's tone was full of pride: "These days, you think such compound interest is already scary, right? But next, there will be the most frenzied and alluring feasts in the history of wealth in China. Make sure you save enough money before this feast comes. Do you understand?"
The most frenetic and alluring feast of wealth? ...
Qiu Mingquan was so shocked that his mind was at a loss. He felt confused, but he knew instinctively that this man would never lie to him, and he was not even exaggerating.
What kind of opportunity it was, he couldn't think of it.
He has been living at the bottom of the society in his previous life, without any higher education, the only thing he knows is to buy real estate around 2000, but that is too early, isn't it?
By the way, it seems that there are still stocks.
But he doesn't know how to get rich in stocks. With his limited knowledge, he only vaguely knows that there seem to be quite a few people who have lost their fortunes in the Chinese stock market.
"Don't worry, leave everything to me." CEO Feng Da solemnly promised.
Qiu Mingquan nodded, feeling suddenly relaxed.
Yes, Feng Rui will not harm him. Walking on the second floor of the boutique shopping mall, Qiu Mingquan greedily looked at the dazzling array of products. At the men's and women's clothing counters, he chose two sets of thick autumn clothes for men and women, a thick woolen hat and cotton gloves.
After thinking about it, he added a pair of cotton shoes to each of the two old men. In total, it only cost more than two hundred yuan.
"What about you?" Feng Rui reminded.
"I don't need it anymore." Qiu Mingquan was satisfied, "You said, you need to save money!"
"Oh, then I'll take you to eat something good to celebrate." Feng Rui felt a little uncomfortable.
This child... Oh no, he is obviously in his dozens of years, so why is he so harsh on himself?
Instructing Qiu Mingquan to make three turns and two detours, they entered a remote path.
It's not far from the boutique shopping mall, and it's cold and windy in winter, but the small shop that Feng Rui directed him to enter has a very good business.
The signboard tree of "Wangji Sanxian Small Wonton" was at the door. When Qiu Mingquan came in, it was just after five o'clock in the afternoon. In the small shop, the diners were full, and the mellow aroma of food came to the face.
"This is the famous small wonton stall with fresh meat in Dongshen City. Try it. It's only 80 cents, and the meat stuffing inside is rare and fresh." Feng Rui looked at the steaming wonton in front of Qiu Mingquan with emotion. Memories flooded my mind again.
This genuine small wonton shop disappeared in the tide of demolition in the old city. In his previous life, he came back from studying abroad and came to this old shop. Unfortunately, he returned disappointed, and the delicious food has become a nostalgia.
Qiu Mingquan was surprised: "Isn't the fresh meat wonton outside only 50 cents?!"
"Of course good things are more expensive. A place like Dongshen City never lacks rich people." Feng Rui said lightly, "Food is the most important thing for the people."
Sure enough, Qiu Mingquan took a closer look at the diners, all of them were neatly dressed and beautiful, obviously more decent than those neighbors in the shanty town.
A steaming bowl of three fresh wontons was placed on the table.
In the clear soup base, there are bright yellow egg shreds, light red shrimp skin, and black seaweed, all of which are delicious in color and fragrance. Gently scoop up a small wonton with a small spoon. The skin is translucent, small and gratifying.
Swallowing it one at a time, Qiu Mingquan only felt that his mouth was full of fragrance, which was extremely delicious.
"Pure meat stuffing, pork mixed with a little fresh shrimp. Real ingredients, absolutely fresh." Feng Rui asked proudly, "How about it, fresh meat wrapped in thin skin, isn't the taste salty, fragrant and smooth? Absolutely?"
Qiu Mingquan took one after another, the delicious and smooth wonton filling mixed with the slightly hot three delicacies soup on the tip of his tongue, it was so fresh that he almost bit off his tongue.
It's so delicious... In the last life, or in this life, I have never eaten such a delicious thing!
"That's natural. I was so picky about food when I was a child, and I liked everything here." Feng Rui felt Qiu Mingquan's astonishing admiration, and was suddenly a little depressed.
Even if he moved his index finger a lot, it was impossible for him, who didn't even have a body, to eat as much food as he did in his previous life.
Qiu Mingquan stopped suddenly while eating.
"Come on me..." he whispered.
Feng Rui was silent for a while, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed. This guy...is he pitying himself?
Under the battle between heaven and man, he still quickly occupied that body, and when the delicious memory slipped between his lips and teeth, he almost shed tears.
What a shame!
Qiu Mingquan watched President Feng drank the last sip of fresh soup in the bowl with great care, sucked a trace of seaweed into his throat, and asked curiously, "Did you live nearby when you were young?"
"Yes, my house is nearby." Feng Rui's voice became a little weird, and he sighed softly, "Let's go."
After walking out of the small wonton shop, Qiu Mingquan followed Feng Rui's instructions and walked towards an unfamiliar street.
But the doubts in his heart were bigger than ever.
In the schoolbag, apart from the huge sums of money that he carried with him, there was another strange thing.
These days, Feng Rui repeatedly told him that no matter what, he must keep the three high-grade gold carving pens and not sell them.
Now, the remaining three gold pens were quietly lying in his schoolbag.
"Later, listen to my instructions. If you see a woman, sell these three pens to her." When Feng Rui said these words, his voice was calm, but Qiu Mingquan had a strange feeling, as if This man, who has always been calm and arrogant, has great anxiety.
It was almost dusk, and the cold winter wind gradually became howling, blowing on the body, with a kind of biting cold.
Qiu Mingquan walked for a while, and gradually found that the scenery on the roadside became more and more beautiful, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians passing by.
Every house on the side of the road has its own garden, with lush flowers and trees and small courtyards, and small bungalows with foreign architectural styles are hidden.
Even in this era, even after more than half a century of isolation and historical tribulations, there are many wealthy but low-key families living in the depths of this historic city.
"It's right there." Suddenly, Feng Rui's voice was a little hoarse, and he seemed a little scared like nostalgia, "See that black New Crown car on the corner of the street? You go over there and knock on the window."
"Oh, and then?" Qiu Mingquan asked ignorantly.
"Just ask the woman in the car if you want to buy the gold pen in your hand." After a pause, he hesitated again, "Forget it, anyway, you can let me get up next time, and I will talk."
Qiu Mingquan let out a "hmm", affected by his strange emotion, his heart suddenly beat wildly in a strange way.
He slowly walked towards the black car at the end of the small street in the setting sun.
It was a new Toyota Crown rarely seen in Dongshen City. The low-key and elegant model was smooth and spacious. Although Qiu Mingquan didn't understand cars at all, he could still feel the elegance exuded by the brand-new body.
When he got closer, he hesitated for a moment, then lightly raised his finger, and tapped on the dark car window.
...Liu Shuyan was holding a book of Tagore's poems in her hand, and was reading it leisurely in the air-conditioned car, when suddenly there was a knocking sound from the car window.
He raised his head in surprise, and saw a handsome boy's face appearing out of the car window, with big black eyes open, looking pure and well-behaved.
Liu Shuyan felt so strange, this child is very face-to-face, could it be his son's classmate?
The car window was lowered slowly, Qiu Mingquan just froze. This aunt's face is really beautiful!
Curved willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of autumn water-like pupils that are as gentle as water, clear and dark, with a faint smile on the oval face, and curly hair that is not outdated even in later generations.
Her face has a highly recognizable natural beauty like Hong Kong and Taiwan actresses in the 1980s and 1990s. Except for a faint red lipstick, she does not wear any makeup.
"Little friend, what do you do?" Liu Shuyan asked with a gentle smile after waiting for a while.
As she got closer, she had already seen clearly Qiu Mingquan's shabby attire, and overturned the idea that this was her son's classmate.
Qiu Mingquan waited for a while, but before Feng Rui could speak, he suddenly came to his senses, quickly took out an exquisite 50 gold carving pen from his backpack, and held it up to the car window nervously.
"Auntie, do you need a gold pen? Hero brand, famous brand authentic, when the country's leaders go abroad, they use this model to give to foreign friends."
Orphans with low education and poor family background, no wonder they are still working on construction sites in their 30s and 40s, doing nothing.
In this world, there are always such people who are destined to live at the bottom, and there is no possibility of turning over.
Thinking of the dazed and gloomy face he saw before he died, even though he was ruthless in the past, facing such a child, President Feng couldn't help but soften his heart a little, and he had the mentality of a savior out of thin air.
——Well, since they are bound together by no other means, then in this life, he can always turn this person's tragic life into a shocking reversal, right?
In the field of vision shared with Qiu Mingquan is a toothpaste with a light green skin.
Feng Rui looked at it with interest, it was a Fangcao toothpaste that was squeezed to the bottom, and to him, it was decades ago.
At this time, it was a well-known state-owned toothpaste brand, and it was popular on department store shelves all over the country.
Feng Rui clearly remembered that at this time, the familiar slogans could be heard in the TV and radio advertisements: "Use fragrant grass every day, until old teeth are good", "Baby wakes up early, use fragrant grass every day".
"In a few years, Fangcao toothpaste will go downhill." He said casually.
"Ah? Really?" Qiu Mingquan spat toothpaste foam.
Feng Rui knew very well that this toothpaste ranked second in the national industry in the 1990s, and it was affiliated with Anhui Fangcao Daily Chemical. Later, in the late 1990s, major international daily chemical brands aggressively occupied the domestic market, and its decline was inevitable.
This is just a microcosm of the fate of many domestic brands in the past. In the early 21st century, a large number of domestic brands gradually lost in the brutal market competition, were merged, acquired, or went bankrupt silently.
"Oh, these simple business cases." Feng Rui didn't care.
Qiu Mingquan squeezed out the last bit of toothpaste, instead of throwing away the shriveled aluminum toothpaste tube, he opened a shoe box and put the toothpaste skin in it.
"What are you doing?" Feng Rui's sharp eyes saw several empty toothpaste skins neatly placed inside.
"Save it all up and sell it. Doesn't your family sell it?" Qiu Mingquan seemed more surprised than him, "It costs three cents a piece."
Feng Rui was really shocked by this.
Yes, the aluminum skin can be recycled! Three, three cents each? ...
Back in the house, the two old people had simply finished their meal, gave Qiu Mingquan a few worried words, and went out to pick up waste together.
Feng Rui seized this opportunity and said unhurriedly: "Now, I think we need a negotiation, let's talk about the conditions."
Qiu Mingquan was holding the salted duck egg, and was carefully picking out a little bit of oily egg yolk with chopsticks, he was taken aback when he heard this.
"what?"
"You don't always think that I am obliged to help you for free, do you?"
...
Qiu Mingquan stopped his chopsticks in confusion: "Huh?"
President Feng didn't let him go because of his low profile, but became more mean: "You came back from rebirth with a good card in your pocket, have you thought about how to play it? You don't seem to have any plans."
Qiu Mingquan was silent for a moment: "...I want to go to school."
In his previous life, because of the burden of his family, he dropped out of school early and entered the society. He had no education or qualifications, so that he spent his whole life in the most poverty-stricken life. The only way he could think of was to seize the opportunity, go to school hard, and use knowledge to change his life. destiny.
For a poor kid like him, what other shortcuts do he have?
"Go to school, go to that funny first grade of junior high school?" Feng Rui became obviously impatient, "No wonder you're still doing small jobs on construction sites at the age of 30 or 40, and your IQ and EQ are worrying."
Qiu Mingquan lowered his head, feeling a little sad suddenly.
This man spoke harshly, but probably because he was used to hearing such words before, he didn't feel anything wrong.
Feng Rui became anxious: "Are you stupid! This is the 1980s and 1990s, you can move your fingers casually, predict those important time points in advance, there is gold everywhere, and the time is completely in time to plan!"
Qiu Mingquan listened blankly.
What does that have to do with him? The family's livelihood is difficult, and there is no savings. Even if you vaguely know that there will be some opportunities to make a fortune in future generations, whether you are buying a house or doing business, you need the principal.
The real poor are always poor.
"Under my guidance, you can have huge wealth, money, beauties, real estate, and status that you would never have imagined in your previous life..." President Feng decided to make a quick decision, and started the temptation before the negotiation, "Let's just say it, What do you like?—anything."
Qiu Mingquan was in a daze and remained silent for a long time.
Seeing that Qiu Mingquan didn't look excited at all, President Feng's elite brain was running fast, and he was a little suspicious.
Being so calm, he forced him to show all his trump cards in the final negotiation. Is this little migrant worker really stupid, or is he wise and stupid?
Ever since his soul was sucked in by this piece of heirloom jade, and inexplicably followed this poor migrant worker back to the past, he has tragically discovered something.
He can only perceive the world he perceives through Qiu Mingquan's consciousness, but if Qiu Mingquan throws it away, he will be locked up!
...It seems to be alive, but what is the difference between dead and dead? Even worse than death!
He, Feng Rui, was born with a golden spoon in his mouth all his life, with a superior IQ and a natural leader. In kindergarten, he was the king of the kids, in middle school he was the top student, he was the president of the student union for three years in a row, and he got a double master's degree abroad.
In such a life, he was flourishing and prosperous, but the heavens suddenly threw him into such a strange situation, no, he didn't believe in this fate!
In the past few days, he thought about it for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt.
The jade pendant handed down from the family has only been handed down to the eldest grandson. What I heard from the elders is that the pendant has an extraordinary origin and can ward off disasters for each owner and increase life three times.
When he was a child, he did get out of a car accident. If it was a one-time accident, then—could it be that he fell from a tall building, and now this jade has saved his soul, which is his second life?
He doesn't want it! What a day!
Qiu Mingquan hesitated for a long time, but finally shook his head: "I'll go to school first, I want to study."
"Listen!" Feng Rui gritted his teeth and yelled, knowing in his heart that he had been defeated, "Mr. Qiu, I want to formally make a deal with you."
Qiu Mingquan froze for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I don't make deals with you."
This ghost, who knows whether he wants to absorb energy or occupy his body.
"Listen to me first." Feng Rui was kind, and said in a soft voice that made his subordinates tearful in the past, "I think you can't deny that we were entangled and died together in the previous life, and now we are reborn together miraculously. Whether you like it or not, we both Some kind of inseparable relationship, and fate, has been established, right?"
"Ah... yes."
"Don't you think that fate is so entangled and bonds are so magical, and the lives of the two of us will definitely change because of this, and become full of unknown longings?" Feng Rui was persuasive, and he felt that this voice and tone , absolutely gorgeous.
I can't believe you're not shocked! He thought viciously in his heart.
Qiu Mingquan listened in a daze, and said for a while, "...you say it again? I didn't quite understand it."
After being silent for a while, Feng Rui spoke again: "Okay, I'll talk nicely—I mean, I'll help you get rich and kill people! But you have to promise to try your best to help me solve my problems, such as seeking A way to get out of trouble for the soul."
Then, he added weakly: "If you dare to leave me alone again, I will become a lonely ghost, and I will not let you go."
Qiu Mingquan took off the pendant in a daze, and put it in front of his eyes.
&&...%¥¥#! President Feng cursed a long list viciously in his heart.
He was going to die, this was the only negotiation he had fought and failed repeatedly in his life so far!
The winter sun is gentle, and the morning sun rises in the sky. A ray of rising sunlight shines from the east, and it is reflected on the pendant the size of a quail egg.
On a high-quality red rope, a delicate and complicated Pisces-shaped Chinese knot is tied. The hotan seed material is as solid as fat, delicate and crystal clear, exuding a layer of warm precious light.
However, there is a patch of green in the center of the white jade, like a jadeite with an excellent water head. The combination of two completely different jade qualities is beautiful and weird.
On the back, there is a deep layer of blood, which was soaked with the blood of the two of them when they fell to their death in the previous life. I don't know why, it seems to be printed in, deep into the texture of jade.