Taking the stone out, he frowned and looked at it in confusion.
The size and shape confirmed that it was the mutant red tin ore he had thrown in before, but what was going on with the color? The information he had found did not say that the mutant red tin ore would change color after being de-radiated.
In order to make sure that he remembered correctly, he put away the magic furnace, returned to the room, and used his optical computer to search for information on the radiation of mutated red tin ore, and then his brows furrowed even more tightly.
The data showed that the mutated red tin ore would not change color after being initially processed by the machine, but after being sorted out by the mecha maker's mental power, the color would only become lighter, and color change had never occurred.
So what happened to the thing in his hand? Was it cooked by the magic furnace?
He thought about it aimlessly, and the more he thought about it, the more unreliable it seemed. With some worry, he opened the official website of the famous brand again and chose a free valuation.
This time, the scanning beam stayed on the mutant red tin ore for a long time, and the light beam even flickered and stuck. His heart was in his throat and he held his breath unconsciously - this was his last hope. His magic power had been exhausted, and he could not think of any other way to make money for the time being.
It took a full three minutes for the famous brand's valuation system to give a scanning conclusion.
"Suspected secondary mutation of red tin ore, radiation reaction: none, hazard level: none, material activity: special grade, valuation: cannot be estimated, please go to the appraisal center for detailed material appraisal, customers are welcome to entrust this product to Mingpin for sale, please go to the official website for sales procedures and terms and conditions."
No danger, but priceless?
Georgia's heart was about to rise to her throat but got stuck again. Her little face was almost wrinkled into a ball. She looked at the mutated red tin ore lying quietly on the table after the light beam was retracted. She gritted her teeth, went to the official website of the famous brand and contacted the online customer service.
——It’s not impossible to sell it just because it can’t be valued. It’s fine as long as it can be sold! He just needs to make sure it’s safe!
The customer service of the famous brand responded to his inquiry almost immediately, and did not show any neglect at all because of his identity as Visitor A who was not logged in.
After contacting customer service, Georgia first carefully inquired about the procedures and charging standards for selling goods on Mingpin.com, and then asked whether the goods could be sold anonymously. After receiving a positive answer, she sent the valuation results of the mutant red tin ore.
The customer service representative who always responded within seconds paused for a few seconds this time, then quickly replied with a "wait a moment" and didn't reply again.
Seeing this, his heart was lifted again, and he had a lot of random thoughts in his mind. He even started to plan that if this one didn't sell, he would shamelessly make some metal dolls to sell. If metal dolls didn't work either, then he would just set up a stall to sell them...
Wait! He suddenly thought of something - although he didn't have wood and earth magic stones, he still had a lot of magic stones of other attributes! Those magic stones called gold jade, blue jade, and red jade here are also very valuable! They can also be sold!
Thinking of this, he was almost about to cry because of his own stupidity of running around like a headless fly. He hurriedly took out a bunch of magic stones of other attributes from the storage ring, touched this and that, and collapsed silently inside.
This is the second time I made such a low-level mistake...
Ding Dong, the customer service reply notification interrupted his self-reflection, and he turned his head to look over.
Customer Service 112: Sorry to have kept you waiting. How much of this secondary mutation red tin ore do you have?
How much? Just this one.
He answered honestly, and then the customer service stopped for a long time, and finally a message full of regret came back.
Customer Service 112: Although the mutant red tin ore is one of the best and rarest materials for making mecha weapons, according to the minimum weight and volume measurement standard of mecha weapons, the single selling weight of the mutant red tin ore must be more than five kilograms. According to the grading, the product you provided is a special grade, and the price will be very high, but due to the volume problem, there may be a situation where many people are interested but no one buys it. If you really want to sell it, I suggest that you classify this secondary mutant red tin ore into mecha model accessories or gemstone partitions, and cast it into mecha model weapons or high-end jewelry before selling it, but model weapons and jewelry belong to toys and entertainment products, and the price will be about five grades lower than mecha accessories.
All in all, this thing is too small and not suitable for selling.
At the end of the explanation, the customer service staff also enthusiastically stated that Mingpin was willing to collect this second-variant red tin ore. If he was willing to sell it, they were willing to purchase it at a slightly higher price according to the special price, after setting a specific price based on the weight standard, and exempted him from all handling fees, and gave him a member discount card. However, Mingpin needed to obtain the customer's detailed identity information to collect the items, so it was not possible to be anonymous, but Mingpin guaranteed that the customer's identity would not be disclosed.
Georgia took a look at the various magic stones piled on the table, thanked him for his explanation, and then declined his proposal - he had something more suitable to sell now, and it was too risky to expose his identity to sell this secondary mutated red tin ore, so he decided not to sell it.
The customer service felt even more regretful and tactfully reminded him that he could get more of this secondary mutation red tin ore and sell it after it reached the single-time sale standard. At that time, Mingpin would definitely give it a reasonable price.
The other party was very patient and answered in detail. He did not try to inquire about the origin of his mutated red tin ore, nor did he plot against him. Instead, he gave him sincere advice and helped him analyze a more suitable way to sell it. He was very conscientious. Georgia was very grateful and promised that if he got more secondary mutated red tin ore and collected five kilograms, he would sell it to them.
The customer service staff enthusiastically expressed their expectation for his next visit.
After finishing the conversation with the customer service, Georgia opened the shopping app, picked out a piece of blue jade with good quality and ordinary appearance, scanned and uploaded it, and then put the product on the shelf at the lowest price recommended by the system.
Because the price was low, the blue jade he uploaded was bought soon after it was put up. He quickly called A1 to help him process the order information. Seeing A1 help him call the courier, print the delivery note, pack the goods and send them out in an orderly manner, he was so happy that he almost wanted to hug A1 and give him a big kiss!
Robots and such are so convenient!
More than an hour later, the goods arrived at the buyer's hands. After the other party signed for the goods, the purchase amount was automatically deposited into his account. He finally had money again!
At the famous brand headquarters, Fan Qi stopped typing, stood up and gave his seat to the real customer service 112, looked at the middle-aged man waiting on the side, and asked, "Has the location been determined?"
"No, the other party has not logged in, so we can't find out the specific location." The person in charge answered and asked in confusion: "Young master, it's just a piece of mutant red tin ore. Is it necessary to be so nervous? If you want it, you can just take it directly." Why bother to push the customer away in a tactful way, and his words and deeds all implied that he was suggesting that the other party not to sell.
The Federal Military Academy will be opening soon. The young master came here this time to get a batch of mecha maintenance materials to take to school. As a result, he didn't even look at the maintenance materials. Instead, when he saw the disputed product pictures reported by the customer service, he came here to pretend to be a customer service representative. He also located the customer's position, which is very contrary to the company's principles. This behavior is really puzzling.
"This is not nervousness, but a reasonable understanding of the customer base." Fan Qi replied slowly, looked at him calmly, and said meaningfully: "That is not a mutated red tin ore, but a secondary mutated red tin ore, a secondary mutated red tin ore that has never appeared before."
The person in charge frowned, still not quite understanding his approach: "But the scan confirmed that the secondary mutation of that piece of red tin ore was artificially formed, not naturally formed. It can be determined that there is no new variant of red tin ore. This kind of ore mutation phenomenon often occurs when the mental power is combing the ore, but red tin ore has never appeared. Although the secondary mutation red tin ore is rare, it has little practicality and research value, and it is not worth-"
"Then have you ever thought about why the red tin ore has never mutated during its existence?" Fan Qi interrupted his long speech and asked.
The person in charge was stunned and replied: "Because the red tin ore had been forcibly destroyed by the radiation removal machine before it was sorted out by mental power-" At this point he suddenly reacted and widened his eyes, "Master, you mean..."
"Other ores mutate when they are combed because the problem lies in other parts of the ores. They are harmless to the mental power and can be combed directly by the mental power before being processed by machines. However, red tin ore cannot do this. It will never do this. Therefore, it will never mutate. But it has appeared now. What do you think this means?"
What else could it represent? Of course, a new way to process red tin ore has emerged! A new way to process it that can cause mutations by directly combing it with mental power without the need for the de-radiation machine to destroy the internal structure of the ore!
De-radiation will reduce the activity of the ore, but the activity of the second-mutated red tin ore is super! Compared with those "dead" stones processed by machines, this second-mutated red tin ore is "alive"! If this "alive" is used in the weapons of the mecha...
"We must get our hands on that piece of secondary mutated red tin ore!" The person in charge began to get anxious. Thinking that the young master had just deliberately pushed out a new ore processing method, he was so anxious that he wanted to crawl through the Internet to the customer's home and get the stone back!
"How do you want to get it?" Fan Qi admired his anxious look and asked, "For customers who have not logged in, there is no way to find their location information. Apart from waiting for the customer to come to you again, how else can you get the stone?"
The person in charge's heated brain seemed to be poured with a bucket of ice water. He was silent for a few seconds and struggled to reply: "Maybe we can--"
"Don't try to find the person by any crooked tricks. Just wait patiently. You may not be able to afford to offend the person on the other side. Think about who has the mutated red tin ore recently." Seeing that he couldn't figure it out, Fan Qi shook his head, threw down a sentence, pushed open the door of the customer service department, waved to Kong Yuan who was waiting outside the door, and left the famous product headquarters directly.
The person in charge watched him leave, thinking about his last words, and recalled that the Chu family had recently dragged back a large amount of mutated red tin from the mining planet. He was shocked and cold sweat ran down his face.
After starting the hovercraft, Kong Yuan glanced at Fan Qi, who was looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking, and asked, "Aren't you going to take the maintenance materials?"
Fan Qi came back to his senses and replied casually, "Let someone send a batch to school." After saying that, he thought of something and sent a message to his eldest sister, telling her about what he saw at Mingpin, with emphasis on the Chu family.
When the mutated red tin ore had been scarce for two years and there was almost no mutated red tin ore circulating in the market, an unknown customer who did not log in suddenly came with a piece of secondary mutated red tin ore for appraisal. The timing happened to be when the Chu family suddenly dragged back a large amount of mutated red tin ore from the mining planet and put some of it in a famous product auction to stimulate the Xiang family. The connection between them cannot help but make people think deeply.
There are only a few areas that Mingpin cannot locate, and the Chu family is also among them. If this secondary mutated red tin ore was made by the Chu family using the mutated red tin ore, then Mingpin will be tempted by the money and do something about it, but the loss will outweigh the gain.
He also wanted to see whether the unknown customer could produce more secondary mutated red tin ores. If he could produce more, it would prove that the new method of processing mutated red tin ore did exist and was not an accidental mutation.
New mutant material...
Thinking of the weapons that needed to be added to the new mecha, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled. It was really exciting, and I hoped that the simple and common-sense-lacking customer would not let him down.
Georgia bought a lot of high-grade earth magic stones at a great price. After confirming that the magic power would never be insufficient, she spent two days drawing magic circles on several surfaces of the jade!
After dinner another day, Chu Rong, who was about to go to the study, was stopped by Georgia.
"What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to pull Georgia's overly long bangs.
Georgia tightened the pendant in her hand, handed it over, and said, "This, I made a new one, it's prettier than the last one. Can you give me the old one back and put this new one in your pocket and carry it with you?" The old one had been worn for a while, and the magic power had been consumed, so the color must have become lighter. In order to prevent the other party from discovering the problem, it would be better to take it back.
Chu Rong raised his eyebrows, lowered his head, picked up the diamond-shaped jade in his hand and looked at it, then looked at him again. Then he took out the small pocket in his chest pocket and put it in the space button. He tied the jade pendant to the space button, rubbed his hair, and said, "This mecha model is a good return gift." During the action, he had no intention of returning the old jade in the small pocket to him.
“But, but…” Georgia became anxious when she saw this. She stared at the space button in his hand, then glanced at the jade hanging on the space button. She couldn’t help but take a step forward and wanted to reach out: “Let me put it in your small pocket for you. Don’t be careful if you hang it directly like this—”
"Jade isn't as easy to break as you think." Chu Rong's mood became better after receiving the gift. He suddenly reached out and brushed his bangs that covered his eyes, pulled him up, and said, "Your hair has grown long. Let me cut it for you."
Georgia kicked her legs in his hands, raised her hand and touched her bangs which had grown much longer, turned her head and looked at him: "Can you cut hair?"
Chu Rong gave him an unfathomable look.
Ten minutes later, Georgia sat on the sofa, looking at the strange machine in Chu Rong's hand, nervously rubbing back, trying to save herself: "It's actually not very long, I can braid it, no need to cut it specially."
His hair was cut by his father, who always paid great attention to his appearance. It was obvious that the white-haired monster was not someone who had the patience to do such a job, so he was a little worried.
Uncle Chu, who was suspected, was unhappy. He turned on the machine, waved at him, and said coldly: "Come here."
Georgia glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and moved forward a little, stretched her head in front of him, and whispered: "Just cut it a little shorter, the bangs can be combed up when they grow longer. I am good at braiding hair. I helped my mother braid her pigtails..."
"Why do boys wear braids?" Chu Rong pulled his soft hair, pinched his moving ears, and scolded him, "Handle your ears and don't move."
Georgia tried hard to calm her ears, but the more nervous she became, the more out of control she became. She couldn't help but get anxious and said, "Wait a minute, I'll make it quiet, wait a minute."
How stupid! He can't even control his own ears.
Uncle Chu reached out and rubbed his hair again, then pushed the machine down without any warning.
"Ah!" Georgia was so startled that she almost jumped up when her neck was hit by the broken hair.
Chu Rong quickly held him down and scolded him, "Be honest, I just trimmed the ends of your hair."
"Is that so?" Georgia swallowed her saliva and sat back, suppressing the urge to cover her head and dodge. She raised her hand to grab his clothes, closed her eyes, and said like a brave man: "You, you cut it, I won't move."
Chu Rong took a look at his claws on his clothes and sneered, "You are useless."
Georgia pretended to be deaf.
The next day, after finishing breakfast and preparing to go out, Chu Rong looked back at Georgia who was curled up on the sofa listlessly, paused, and said, "I'll take you out this weekend."
Georgia looked at him blankly and turned her head away.
...He's quite hot-tempered.
"I'll buy you another mecha model." Uncle Chu added a condition. After receiving a mocking look from the back of his head, his eyes moved around his dog-chewed hair, then he looked away and added, "I'll take you to get a new haircut, too."
This time Georgia was finally willing to look him in the eye. She moved her lips with a stern face and whispered, "Be careful when driving. Go early and come back early."
Finally hearing what he wanted to hear, Uncle Chu nodded reservedly, turned around and walked out.
After he left, Georgia got up from the sofa, ran to the bathroom, looked at her messy hair, frowned and tried to adapt to it for a long time, but finally turned her head away in disbelief, ran back to the room, and bought herself a hat with her computer.
After self-studying today's lessons, Georgia studied the method of making magic potions for a while. Seeing that it was still early, he touched the hat on his head and lay listlessly on the table.
The money from selling the blue jade is almost all gone. He still needs to make magic potions in the future, and needs to buy herbs and medicine-making tools. The number of magic stones with other properties is limited, and they will be sold out sooner or later. Living off the savings is not a long-term solution, so he has to find a way to make money as soon as possible.
He didn't dare to touch the mutant red tin ore anymore. Too much magic power was needed to comb the ore. Even if he sold all the magic stones in his hand and exchanged them for earth magic stones, it might not be enough for him to comb out a piece of mutant red tin ore that reached the standard weight for sale.
What to do now and how to make money.
After lying down for a while, he sat up and poured out all the sellable items in the storage ring. His eyes moved around and finally fell on the several metal boxes in the space button that Tan Shengwei had given him when he first gave him something. After hesitating for a moment, he moved his eyes away.
Those boxes contained jewelry and other items found on the warship. They were valuable, but he didn't want to sell them. After all, they were of unknown origin and unlike the Philosopher's Stone, which could be transformed by magic, there were still some safety risks in selling them. Besides, selling them was another way of eating up all the money he had. What he wanted to find now was a way to make money.
His eyes moved around again, he thought about it, and finally picked up the secondary mutated red tin ore.
The customer service said that this thing can be made into a mecha model weapon or jewelry for sale... Making jewelry seems too impractical, but making a mecha model weapon seems possible? And making a model weapon is at least related to mecha manufacturing, which is good for his future studies.
Once the idea came to his mind, he couldn't stop it. He quickly put away the other things on the table, took out the two mecha models that Chu Rong gave him, and removed the weapons of one of the mecha models.
The mecha models that Chu Rong sent are all the best. If you have mental power, you can even use it to control them for battle. If you don't use mental power, you can still do some tricks with manual operation, or you can control them with a remote control.
A good mecha model is like a scaled-down mecha, with most of the functions of a real mecha. Because of the fun of the model, some weapon designs that seem unreasonable on a real mecha can be used on the model. In the field of mecha models, designing weapons for various types of mecha models is a very popular branch of gameplay.
Mechas are limited to being piloted by people with B-level or higher mental strength, which means that most humans can only pilot mechas in simulation chambers throughout their lives. They have nowhere to vent their enthusiasm for mechas in reality, so they turn their passion to mecha models. In short, the mecha model industry is well-deservedly popular in both the Federation and the Empire.
Georgia studied the original weapons removed from the mecha model, and searched the types of weapons on the optical computer, and finally set his sights on the category of handheld cold weapons. He had no idea about the thermal and energy systems required for hot weapons, but he had forged cold weapons thousands of times and was very skilled at it.
Since he had decided to do it, he had to do it to the best of his ability. After deciding on the direction of weapon production, he used his optical computer to log into the mecha model weapon design forum and looked at the cold weapons designed by others, as well as various refined production tutorials.
After learning all this, he searched for classic productions of various types of cold weapons, watched the cold weapon battle videos recorded by mecha model enthusiasts on the Internet, and carefully understood the attack rhythm of the mecha model.
Finally, he set his sights on the two models whose weapons had been dismantled, then he shifted his gaze and picked up the heavier mecha model - it's you!
He touched the empty handheld weapon slot on the mecha model and squinted his eyes in pleasure.
First, use a large piece of low-level earth magic stone to build a forging table, draw an acceleration magic circle, put a fire magic stone in the eye of the circle, and when the temperature rises, draw a strengthening magic circle on the other side, activate it with a gold magic stone, and finally draw a stabilization magic circle at the bottom of the basin next to it, activate it with a water magic stone, and fill the basin with water.
When everything was ready, he took out the second-mutated red tin ore and placed it on the forging table. He took out a small hammer, sketched the general appearance of the weapon in his mind, and hammered it down accurately.
It took half an hour to forge the weapon embryo, and another hour to draw the precise weapon values on the blueprint and refine it. The formation in front of him exuded waves of heat. Although there was no open fire, the heat generated when forging the weapon still made him sweat all over his forehead.
He immersed the weapon in the stabilizing magic circle for the last time. After the weapon cooled down, he quickly took out the magic pen, concentrated the magic power on his fingertips, and drew a magic circle on the weapon surface. He did not activate it first, and then placed the formed giant sword into the strengthening magic circle operated by the gold magic stone, and activated it continuously.
A soft light rose up, and the magic circle on the giant sword emitted a golden light, which quickly swept across the entire sword body and then sank into the weapon.
Done!
He happily turned off all the magic circles, put away the makeshift casting table, picked up the dark purple giant sword with golden magic circle patterns engraved on the blade, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
I haven't made weapons for a while, so my hands are a little stiff, but fortunately I managed to make it.
Eager to see the power of this weapon, he took out the mecha model, assembled the giant sword, and recalled the beautiful light effects and neat striking effects of cold weapons wielding in those videos. He took out the mecha model remote control that he had never used, found the attack option, and pressed it.
The mecha model received the attack command and immediately moved, swinging its arms and slashing fiercely at the air in front of it!
After a sharp sound of breaking through the air, there was a bang, and the giant sword cut through the air and landed on the table. There was a crack on the table top, and then the crack became longer and deeper. With a bang, the metal table broke into two and fell down. The self-protection mechanism of the mecha model was activated, and it flew into the air and stood by.
Georgia was stunned, tightened her hand holding the remote control, and froze in place.
How, how could this happen? He made the forging table temporarily. The magic circle on it was just a primary magic circle he drew, not the advanced ones in the clan. He deliberately didn't inject magic power when forging it. The last magic circle was only added because it was the first time he forged a weapon after having magic power, and he wanted to practice... How could this weapon be so powerful? This is not normal! He just waved it lightly, and he didn't increase the attack strength of the mecha model!
Something is wrong! That’s not what the video says!
He reached out and pulled the mecha model down, touched its arm, looked at the giant sword, and stupidly looked down at the coffee table on the ground, his ears stretched straight with fear - what, what should he do, how should he explain the table to the white-haired monster?
Tell the truth, is it because he got it for testing new weapons for the mecha model? But, how can he explain that he has the mutant red tin ore? The storage ring cannot be exposed.
With all sorts of thoughts running wild in his head, his body became increasingly stiff, and he finally collapsed and hid in the kitchen - first, he should make something delicious to please the white-haired monster...
Chu Rong returned home on time, which was rare. As soon as he entered the house, he noticed the wooden coffee table in the living room that didn't fit in with the view. He walked over, kicked it, touched it, frowned, and searched the living room. He didn't find the familiar figure, so he looked at A1 who was waiting in the corner of the living room and asked, "Where's he?"
A1 pointed to the kitchen.
"Cooking?" Chu Rong's frown relaxed.
The light above A1's head flashed, and he gave an affirmative answer.
"Then why didn't you go to help?" Uncle Chu was dissatisfied.
A1 paused in place, and the program began to flash its lights in confusion - the first owner asked it not to enter the kitchen, and the second owner asked it to help, what should it do? The program did not tell it.
"Forget it." Uncle Chu mercifully did not continue to embarrass the household robot with a simple program, and walked towards the kitchen.
After a few days of trial and error, Georgia had already figured out how to use most of the kitchen utensils. Before, he had only watched A1 cook, and this was his first time, so he was a little slow.
Taking the fruit pie out of the oven and putting it aside, he walked to the pot, turned on the fire, added oil, and frying the marinated steak.
The aroma of meat wafted out slowly. He added a little bit of the seasoning and ingredients here, turned the steak over a few times to make sure it was fried evenly, and finally sprinkled in a little homemade seasoning and removed from the pan.
"Did you buy the hat yourself?"
A familiar voice suddenly came from the door. He was startled and turned off the fire. He looked over and saw Chu Rong leaning against the door, staring at the hat on his head. He didn't know how long he had been staring at it. His face turned red. Thinking of the broken coffee table, he greeted him guiltily, "You're back. Wait a minute. I'll make you a vegetable salad and you can eat."
The hat covered his ears. Uncle Chu narrowed his eyes unhappily, walked up to him and pulled him up, saying, "Let A1 do it. First, explain to me the matter of this ugly hat and the coffee table."
Georgia's body froze, and she looked away guiltily, retorting, "This hat is obviously very nice..."
"Tsk." Chu Rong looked disgusted and shook him: "Go outside and see who would buy a green hat now. Change it for me."
"What's wrong with a green hat?" Georgia was dissatisfied and said with a frown: "Green is the most beautiful color. It is the color of nature and it is very beautiful! You can't deny my aesthetic taste!" and the aesthetic taste of all elves and dwarves!
Elves like green the most, dwarves like green and brown the most! But he likes both! He doesn't accept opposition or denial!
So stupid that you are hopeless.
Chu Rong gave up explaining the popular meaning of green hat here. He put him on the sofa, sent A1 to the kitchen, pointed to the wooden coffee table, and asked, "Where is the original one?"
Georgia wanted to find some excuse to fool him, but the dwarf was born without the skill of lying. After stuttering for a long time, he lowered his head and replied honestly: "I broke it... I'm sorry."
A specially made hybrid metal table that is fireproof, explosion-proof, and earthquake-proof, but it broke?
Chu Rong glanced at him, sat down on the wooden coffee table, and asked in a deep voice, "How did it break?"
"I just accidentally broke it..." Georgia looked at him carefully, put her hands on her knees nervously, and said, "I was planning to buy an identical one, but the product identification scanner seemed to be broken. It couldn't scan the material of the table and couldn't match it with similar products. I had no choice but to buy this one... If you don't like it, can I exchange it for another one? This one has a seven-day return policy..." After saying that, she looked at him cautiously.
It’s a special coffee table, it’s impossible that it can be scanned, and I also know that it comes with a seven-day return and exchange policy...etc.
Chu Rong suddenly became serious and held out his hand to him: "Give me the communicator."
Frightened by his expression, Georgia, who already felt guilty for her mistake, quickly handed him the communicator, leaned forward slightly, and asked carefully: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong..."
After checking his account balance with the supervisor's authority, Chu Rong's face darkened. He returned the communicator to him and said, "This is a serious problem. Tell me the truth. What did you buy at home? Why is there no money in your account?" He has formed a habit of spending money recklessly before entering the society. What will happen to him when he enters the society in the future? No, how can the child taught by him, Chu Rong, become a bad boy!
Unexpectedly, he would ask this. Georgia paused, her eyes dimmed, afraid that he would check her transaction records. Thinking of her bad haircut, she became bolder and replied confidently: "I bought the jade for you, and this hat... Did I buy it wrong? It's all because of you! Then give me the jade back, and I'll sell it and get the money back!"
"No!" Chu Rong denied it immediately. Thinking of the jade with beautiful patterns hanging on the space button, he felt better. He raised his hand to touch his hair, but when his eyes met his hat, he frowned and took the hat off. He touched his dog-chewed hair and said, "We still have to spend the money we should spend."
Georgia covered her messy hair, not daring to speak angrily - what do you mean by money that should be spent? Originally, these two sums of money did not need to be spent!
Seeing his dissatisfaction, Uncle Chu strangely felt better. He pinched his ear again, connected his communicator with his own, transferred 10,000 yuan to him, and said, "You can't always buy jade if you like it. One yuan a month. You are responsible for the part that exceeds your budget. The children of my Chu family must learn to spend money rationally." Don't be like the spendthrift third child.
Thinking of that annoying younger brother who had no idea where he was going again and the older brother who doted on him unconditionally, Chu Rong's face darkened. He suddenly felt that Georgia's hobby of teasing Cui Yu was a good thing, as it saved money and worry.
My Chu family's child...
Georgia's ears moved, and all the anger in her heart disappeared. She looked at him with bright eyes for a few times, suddenly rushed over to hug him, rubbed his chest, and whispered: "I won't spend money indiscriminately, I will work hard to make money." Make a lot of money.
"Stop being a spoiled brat."
It had only been a few days, but Chu Rong had already gotten used to his way of expressing affection. He naturally pulled him out of his arms, spoke with disdain, but gently touched his head with his hand, and said, "You'll be going to junior college soon. Study hard. Making money is an adult's business. You don't need to worry about it."
Georgia's ears twitched and she continued to snuggle into his arms.
How come he doesn’t need to worry about anything? He will make a lot of money and repay the white-haired monster.
Time passed quickly and it was the weekend. After considering for a few days, Georgia uploaded the giant sword to Mingpin's product library, contacted Mingpin's customer service to assign the giant sword to the mecha model weapon area, and anonymously participated in a single auction of mecha model accessories at the weekend.
He entrusted the valuation and weapon identification to Mingpin. The required fees would be deducted together with the handling fee after the goods were auctioned. He only had to send out the goods and wait for the money to arrive.
After dealing with all this, he reluctantly put on the dark blue hat that Chu Rong bought for him and went out with him.
"I'll take you to buy some school supplies first." Chu Rong, dressed in casual clothes, flipped through the list Fan Xiangnan had made for him in advance and arranged today's schedule: "After shopping, go get a public transportation card, then have lunch, and buy mecha models in the afternoon. After shopping, take a walk, have dinner, and go home."
Georgia demurred: "Go get your hair cut first."
Chu Rong paused while flipping through the list and looked sideways at him.
"I want to cut my hair first." Georgia looked up at him and reiterated her request.
The atmosphere was deadlocked for two seconds. Chu Rong pressed his head with a stern face and compromised: "Okay, cut your hair first." After saying that, he took a look at the list in his hand and closed it in annoyance - raising a child is really troublesome.
Chu Rong found the best barber shop in the nearest commercial district, stuffed Georgia in, and said to the hair stylist who looked over, "Give him a neat short haircut."
The designer nodded to show that he understood. After arranging Georgia to sit down, he admired his handsome looks and then took off the hat on his head.
“…”
This dog-chewed hairstyle really ruins such a pretty face!
Noticing the constipated expression of the designer and Chu Rong's instantly frozen face in the mirror, Georgia moved and asked, "I did this accidentally. Can it be fixed?"
Chu Rong looked at him through the mirror, the corners of his mouth curled up, very satisfied - this child was well raised, really good.
"...It can be fixed." The designer came back to his senses from his complaints, maintaining a polite smile. He touched his hand to the top of his head and gently stroked the soft hair that felt nice. Just as he was about to praise the shine of his hair, his attention was attracted by a small spike sticking out of the hair, and his hand couldn't help but move there.
Hey, this is...
“Try to touch it if you dare.
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