"Hiss~" He An's eyes lit up, "Six million?"

Seeing Tang Jiangyan still shaking his head, his heartbeat began to accelerate: "It can't be eight million, right?"

"Wrong, wrong, wrong." Tang Jiangyan chuckled, "You're such a big guy, why are you so stingy when it comes to guessing money?"

"Eight million is still too little?!" He Anchao was so shocked that he even forgot to control the volume. "Don't tell me that Miss Yun invested 10 million!"

It was at this time that Yunli appeared.

"Miss Yun, why are you out?" Tang Jiangyan caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye and hurriedly apologized, "This is He Anchao. Did he disturb you? I'm so sorry, he's always been loud since he was a kid."

As he said this, he gave He Anchao a look.

He Anchao understood and immediately apologized.

Looking at their fearful expressions, Yunli found it a bit funny for some reason: "You two are making me look like some ancient local tycoon exploiting the peasants."

Tang Jiangyan and He Anchao looked at each other and then laughed.

Smiling and shaking his head, Yunli walked up to them and looked at the express boxes they were holding. "Are these the costumes and jewelry for the characters in Jiuli?"

"Yes." Tang Jiangyan put down the express box in his arms, took out a set of clothes from it and unfolded it, "This set of clothes is what Jiuli wore when she was a goddess."

The costumes are exquisite, the details are perfect, and they are almost a one-to-one replica of the design.

And the fabric looks really good too.

Yunli touched the clothes.

Sure enough, it was as soft and comfortable as her eyes saw.