Su Cheng said nothing and directly transferred some money to her.

Meng Fu counted the zeros and shed tears of poverty again.

"Godly assistant," Jiang Yinong looked at Meng Fu with envy, "I'll treat you to lunch at noon, and you must bring me a portion of the buns tomorrow morning."

In fact, Jiang Yinong also suggested that Meng Fu's assistant open a bun shop, which would definitely be popular.

But she was familiar with Meng Fu, but not with her assistant, so she decided to wait until she met her assistant before asking him.

People started arriving in the class one after another.

Some people even found out where Meng Fu came from after returning, and brought notebooks to ask Meng Fu to sign them early in the morning.

Some were asked for their sisters, some were asked for their brothers, and the most amazing thing was that one was asked for his grandfather.

The morning classes are still video recordings.

Few people came today, including Duan Yan, Ni Qing, Liang Si and others.

...

...

Meng Fu finished reading these books. This time she didn't read the basics of pharmacology. She put on headphones and watched a few movies that Yi Tong sent to her.

GDL is a game that combines Western fantasy with Chinese mythology. It involves many questions and the performance style is also different from the traditional one. Meng Fu asked Yi Tong for advice on acting.

Jiang Yinong was not someone who would settle for learning perfume making. Although she had talent, she was as lazy as Meng Fu. The two of them sat in the last row, one watching TV and the other playing games.

Somehow he looks a bit like a student from an ordinary university.

Duan Yan was very harsh to Meng Fu yesterday, wishing she would read all the time. But when he saw her like this today, he didn't say anything.

It was eleven twenty, almost half past eleven, the time for get out of class to end, and Ni Qing, who had not been to school all morning, finally came.

She put the books she had brought down from the second floor on the table, then looked at Duan Yan, Jiang Yinong and the others, and finally focused her gaze on Duan Yan: "Brother Duan, did you find someone to buy the tickets for the auction yesterday?"

"No, I asked someone to check online, and the ticket price has been raised to 880,000 yuan per ticket. They are priceless," Duan Yan put down the book in his hand, looked up, his eyebrows were cold, and paused.

High-end spices are extremely valuable to anyone who comes into contact with perfumery.

"I guessed it a long time ago. This is an eighth-level auction," Ni Qing straightened his expression, "The reason why it is rated as eighth-level is because it contains the legendary Togara incense."

"Dogara incense? Are you sure?" Duan Yan's expression changed slightly.

Anyone who knows a little about the history of perfumery knows that Togaro incense is the top-level fragrance in the circle, but the formula is only known by that clan.

No wonder the Hong Kong Association has started an election.

"I didn't tell you yesterday that my uncle is from the auction house," Ni Qing looked at Duan Yan, "This is absolutely true. This eighth-level auction is grand. Not only will each of the four associations and ancient martial arts families have representatives attending, but even those forces in the federation will have people coming. The one who held this auction is the Military Association."

Hearing this, most manufacturers took a deep breath.

"Military Association?" People like Jiang Yinong may not be able to imagine the horror of the Federation, but they know how terrifying the Military Association is.

How grand would the scene be if so many forces came together?

Meng Fu saw that it was time to end the get out of class and stood up immediately.

She attended classes on time and left on time every day, and Jiang Yinong knew that. When she saw Meng Fu get up, she knew that Meng Fu was going to eat. Jiang Yinong still wanted to know what Ni Qing said about the eighth-level auction, but she also agreed to treat Meng Fu to dinner at noon.

Come to think of it, I am not familiar with Ni Qing anymore.

Jiang Yinong reluctantly gave up the gossip, took her small bag and trotted out with Meng Fu.

Ni Qing raised her head calmly, watching Meng Fu's back as she left. It seemed as if she didn't hear what she said. She couldn't help but retract her gaze and looked at Duan Yan with a smile: "There are indeed no tickets now, and the invitations on the Internet have all been auctioned off. I'll ask my uncle if he can arrange a few staff members for me to go in."

"Ni Qing, you can't be partial to one and ignore the other!"

"Sister Ni, after all, we were classmates..."

As soon as she said this, the other students in the class gathered around and started chattering one after another.

As soon as these people heard Ni Qing's description, they became yearning for this auction where many bigwigs gathered.

At the door, Jiang Yinong also heard Ni Qing's last words. She couldn't help but grab Meng Fu's arm. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became: "Level 8 auction, this is the first time I've heard of an auction of this level since I was a child. Only the Federation is qualified to hold an auction of this level! This auction house in Beijing is amazing. I wonder how many bigwigs will be there in my lifetime."

Meng Fu looked at her and said, "Indeed."

How can M Xia’s marketing not be amazing?

But this pit of money is also good.

"Aren't you curious? That's an eighth-level auction, between the Federation and the Military Association!" Jiang Yinong still grabbed Meng Fu's sleeve. She always felt that Meng Fu had an extremely comfortable aura, and Meng Fu was also very approachable.

Meng Fu took out a mask from his pocket and put it on himself, then put on a black M brand baseball cap.

Hearing this, he didn't care too much. He just patted Jiang Yinong's head and said perfunctorily, "I know."

"You know you're still so calm?" Jiang Yinong looked at Meng Fu, quite amazed, "You don't look like a perfumer at all."

This was the first time in all these years that an auction above level five appeared in the capital. Not only the perfumers, but even several major families attached great importance to it.

"I'll invite you to have dinner on the second floor of the cafeteria." Jiang Yinong took her to the cafeteria.

Meng Fu followed her slowly.

The phone in her pocket rang. She pushed her cap down and saw the message from Yu Wen.

[Miss Meng, are you free now? 】

Meng Fu grabbed Jiang Yinong's collar with one hand, asked her to stop, and put the phone back into her pocket: "Wait a moment, I'll get a courier."

"Express delivery?" Jiang Yinong was forced to turn around and watched her walk towards the department door, feeling a little suspicious.

Isn’t the express delivery at Cainiao Station?