The little fat guy has been preparing for the auction these days, in order to be a qualified auctioneer. Auction?
Why couldn't he remember what Ding Ding was talking about?
The question mark above the little fat boy's head can be visualized, because 1002 speaks eloquently and incessantly.
He was only concerned with counting his gold and how much reward he could get from the main system.
His saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he didn't listen to what Ding Ding said at all.
But he did work hard to memorize the words, as the main initiator of this auction.
In order to get a good price, the little fat boy did not slack off.
After finishing his lessons with Master He every day, he would hold the book of praise given by 1002 and recite it while shaking his head.
This is the key to whether it can be sold at a good price, Ding Ding said, although the treasure is good, it also needs to be promoted.
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The only little fat kid in Dazhao.
he!
The apple of my father's eye, my two children's favorite child, my grandmother's darling, my lifeblood...
he!
The wise and brave Yan Chengyu will definitely sell the treasures at a good price at the sales event.
Not only can you get countless rewards from Ding Ding, but you will also have money to build houses for everyone.
More importantly, the goal of Big Fatty living to be a hundred years old will be achieved one step closer.
Under such support, the fat kid who always likes to be lazy and play tricks, is really working hard (in the eyes of others).
I just feel that His Highness has shouldered the burden for the people since he was four years old.
He is definitely a rare and benevolent monarch, no wonder he is favored by God.
With such an emperor, how could the country not live long and prosper?
When these words spread among the people, they caused another wave of surprise.
I sigh at how kind and loving the little fat boy is, and how he loves the people. He is truly extraordinary, the one chosen by heaven.
At the tender age of four, he can already help the world.
Three people make a tiger. As the saying spreads, it changes its meaning.
When it comes to the people of other countries, it becomes the story of the Crown Prince Dazhao, who, despite being seriously ill, pleads for the people (to be replaced by Your Majesty).
Or perhaps it is writing without stopping, staying awake for days, with the people in mind (as a minister would do).
Anyway, all the good words were heaped upon the little fat boy, praising him as a saint unparalleled in the world.
The little fat boy, nestled in his father's arms waiting to be served, watched the number change from 10 to 11. He was stunned for a moment, his eyes shining: "Can I get a raise just by waiting to be served?"
"Xiao Yuan, serve me quickly!"
This is such a beautiful misunderstanding. (crossed out)
Time flies, and it is the day when the sales event officially starts.
The emperor was worried about his son. He remained calm even when faced with a huge crisis. It was not until the hour of Yin that he managed to close his eyes for a while.
The real chubby boy was sleeping soundly with his entire belly pressed against Emperor Mingxi's face.
The Saint pulled his son off with an expressionless face and put him in his arms.
"Are you ready?"
A black shadow descended from the beam, and Jia Yi said in a deep voice, "It is just as your Majesty said."
His Majesty did not say anything, but supported and comforted the little fat boy in every way.
But after all, he is his only child. How can he just sit there and watch?
At this grand event, all of Emperor Mingxi's confidants came out, and each of them was wealthy and could protect the safety of the little fat cub.
And the little fat boy will never be disappointed.
Even the emperor himself secretly fabricated an identity and prepared to spend a fortune on the child.
On this night, countless people were waiting anxiously.
On the second day, when the sky was bright, Master He and several friends came to the place set up by Emperor Mingxi for this grand event.
The national treasury is not well-off nowadays, but this place is not shabby.
Master He looked at the platform in the middle with some surprise. He wondered, is it necessary to stand so high?
Your Highness is only four years old, Your Majesty is really...
There are also seats in the front row blocked by curtains. What is their purpose?
Is there anything shameful about auctions?
Your Majesty: I just can’t stand being seen.
Looking at the wraparound seats, a quick glance revealed that there were actually thousands of people there.
Not to mention how it was built, there are so many empty seats, and Master He does not have so many friends with wealthy families.
Such a grand scene does not lose the royal majesty.
But where can we find so many people?
What is your Majesty thinking about losing the big picture for the small details?
Thinking of the little prince's disappointed look, Master He paused: "Brothers, do you have any more..."
Mr. He touched his nose. It was the first time he mentioned his family background.
After all, his friends, like him, believe what the ancients said: even if you spend all your money, you will get it back.
Several people looked at each other and were surprised that this old stubborn man who was always talking about benevolence, righteousness, and morality could actually do this for the little prince.
"There are a few people around me who would like to discuss this with you, brother."
"Someone here..."
Master He accepted every offer, sighing inwardly, "Master, this is all I can do to help Yu'er. He's still young. He'll blame everything on Your Majesty. I doubt everyone will just focus on the little guy. A place this big is bound to be too full."
When Master He brought a few friends to call their friends and lobby them like a modern cult gathering to recruit people.
Imperial Physician Zhao, Dean Lin, and the head chef from the imperial kitchen were all stunned when they arrived here, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.
Then they said in unison: "Or we should find more people!"
Whether or not you can afford it is one thing, but you absolutely cannot embarrass the little prince.
Then waves of people came together, and then left with embarrassed expressions on their faces.
The little fat boy, unaware that countless people are giving him advice, is currently showing off.
"Ding ding, ding ding, who is the most beautiful cub in the world?"
1002 was about to answer him, holding a rose in his mouth, when the little fat boy put his hand to his chin, pretending to hold the rose: "Hey, it's a fish!"
The emperor wore a dark-colored robe with gold edging and a twelve-tasseled crown on his head. His demeanor was no longer clear and bright, but instead was filled with the overwhelming majesty of an emperor.
Hearing his son's foolish words, the majestic emperor lowered his cold gaze and said in a deep voice: "The prince of a country cannot be praised."
"That Xiaoyuan is the most beautiful." The little fat boy, wearing almost the same robe, spoke without hesitation.
The air in the hall seemed to stagnate, and Wu Zhonghe stood with his head lowered.
He glanced sideways at the little prince who insisted on standing on the dragon throne, wearing a royal robe but was extremely cute.
I'm afraid I'm going to be beaten.
"Heh." The emperor snorted coldly and walked away.
A round ball was chasing after him: "Xiao Yuan, wait for the fish!"
Wu Zhonghe looked at the emperor and ignored him, but his pace became slower and slower.
He looked up, watching the slanting warm sunlight that seemed to change as the father and son walked.
It seems that the whole world is their foil.
This is really great, he thought.
I only wish that Your Majesty and the Crown Prince live to be a hundred years old without illness or disaster.
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