He took out two hundred taels of silver and put it in Mingxin's hand.
"I don't know either."
Mingxin's eyes lit up and she put the banknote into her pocket.
She really didn't know when her mother left.
"How old is your sister this year? What does she like to eat?"
Ming Chengze asked again.
This little girl looks small, but she is very smart.
He took out another two hundred taels of silver and placed them in Mingxin's little fat hand.
"My sister is eighteen this year."
"My favorite foods are roast duck, roast rabbit, and roast chicken legs..."
Mingxin opens her mouth and talks nonsense, all about what she likes to eat.
Ming Chengze took note of it secretly.
Having slept with countless women, he knew that eighteen was the most beautiful age for a girl.
"Diedie, what kind of man does your sister like?"
This is the question Ming Chengze wants to know most.
He directly put the five hundred taels of silver note in Mingxin's hand and looked at Mingxin.
Mingxin smiled and recalled what her father looked like.
"Tall and safe."
"He's handsome, very handsome, and likes to cry."
She thought about it and realized that her father was just that kind of person. Then she remembered that the idiot in front of her had sent people to assassinate her and her mother, and she snorted in disgust.
Ming Chengze was stunned!
He was over seven feet tall, not very tall, and certainly not muscular.
He is handsome, but he is not a crybaby.
Does the saint like such a man?
Ming Chengze found it a bit difficult. If he wanted to please the saint, he had to exercise first.
Next.
He asked another ten questions, each question costing two hundred taels of silver.
After all this, Mingxin made a lot of money.
When Ming Chengze asked the last question, he reached into his sleeves and found that he had no money!
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