Xie Li was sold to a small mountain village as a child and was finally brought back to the wealthy Xie family after fifteen years.
A little country bumpkin flew into a wealthy family overnigh...
Xie Li went to collect the second prize, which was a large red envelope containing 20,000 yuan in cash, and immediately spent it all.
She just went out for a stroll, just to pick out some rough stones. She placed an order for one, and the money she received was gone before she even had a chance to enjoy it.
In addition to the 30,000 yuan prize money, Ming Xiaoxiao's first prize also included a special bonus from headquarters: a valuable jade pendant.
Jiang Yifan comes from a well-off family and has some knowledge of jade. He smiled and said, "Xiaoxiao, you are amazing. You won such a valuable prize just by participating in a poetry competition."
"This jade pendant has excellent quality. Manager Zhang just mentioned that it's worth about 500,000 yuan. You should keep it safe."
Ming Xiaoxiao was obviously happy too. She had originally worried that the extra prize would be something feminine, like a jade bracelet or necklace, and that she wouldn't be able to give it away.
Now that I look at it, it's just right.
The jade pendant is just right for a boy to wear; it's worth 500,000, and it wouldn't be beneath Pei Si's status.
She carefully held the jade pendant and said with a smile, "Xie Li, shall we take a picture together?"
It was as if the words he had just uttered from the audience had never existed, and there was no resentment between the two.
Xie Li had already thrown the empty red envelope into the trash can. Hearing this, he looked up and asked, "What?"
Ming Xiaoxiao pursed her lips. "Where's your prize money? Want to take a picture with it?"
Xie Li said, "Okay."
Just then, the person in charge of the event planning came over with a shop assistant carrying two rough stones. Xie Li took the one he had bought, not minding that the stone was big and heavy, and stood next to Ming Xiaoxiao with it in his arms.
Ming Xiaoxiao glanced at the dusty stone, unable to discern anything about it, and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Xie Li, it doesn't seem quite appropriate for you to take this, does it?"
Xie Li: "That's fine. I'll use my prize money to buy this stone."
Ming Xiaoxiao then stopped trying to persuade Xie Li, since she had already kindly reminded him anyway.
Even if you don't win the first prize, winning the second prize is still a great honor.
The red envelopes provided by the organizers had specially customized covers; they were antique-style and very beautiful. They were perfect for taking photos, and could also be kept as souvenirs.
What would it look like to hold up a broken rock? If you posted this on social media, your classmates would probably laugh at you, thinking, "You went to participate in a poetry challenge and came up empty-handed?"
While thinking to herself, Ming Xiaoxiao took out her phone and asked Jiang Yifan and the others to take a group photo for her.
The two had just finished taking photos when the store's event photographer quickly took photos of them as well.
Ming Xiaoxiao was in a good mood. As she took the phone, she asked Xie Li, "Can I post this on WeChat Moments?"
Xie Li didn't care: "Sure."
Not only that, she felt she could also give Ming Xiaoxiao's post on WeChat Moments a like.
After waiting a moment and still not seeing any new posts on WeChat Moments, I looked up and asked, "Didn't you post anything?"
She doesn't usually like browsing her WeChat Moments, and if she doesn't remember to like posts, she'll probably forget about them later.
Ming Xiaoxiao looked at the group photo, then quickly glanced at Xie Li. Why did Xie Li have such a strong presence in this photo?
She felt a little uncomfortable, a feeling she had never experienced before. Ming Xiaoxiao smiled and still tapped send.
Xie Li quickly liked Ming Xiaoxiao's latest post on WeChat Moments before putting away his phone and going to discuss the stone cutting with the shop's stone cutter.
The person in charge of the event planning then had someone give Xie Li the raw stone they had given him: "Please be sure to accept it."
Xie Li glanced at the rough stone and quickly shook his head: "No, I can't accept this from you. This one is worth 100,000 yuan."