Age of Dreams

Chen Kong also had a depressed face, but as an artist, his personality was a bit soft, thinking that others wanted this place, so he could just change it himself, and there was no need to conflict with them.

But when his daughter was led by a beautiful girl, Chen Kong was still surprised.

Although Chen Yu was talking to Xiao Qi and Jia Yuwen just now, he never left his sight, otherwise he would have stopped playing and brought his daughter back.

Seeing that his daughter was still holding a beautiful box, Chen Kong looked it over, but it was written with the beautiful English words "dream pad".

Did she give her daughter a dream pad?

Originally, if there was no such disaster, I and my wife would have bought such a gift for our daughter, but now...

In melancholy, Jia Yuwen walked up to him and said in a low voice: "Mr. Chen...my...husband and I sympathize with your wife's experience. I am also a girl who learns guzheng, so I think it will be a good time if I meet you. Our fate...do you mind if I contribute to you?"

"Do not……"

Before Chen Kong could finish his refusal, Chen Yu grabbed his clothes and raised his face: "Father, sister and brother are fine~~"

Seeing his daughter's pleading eyes, Chen Kong suddenly felt sour in his heart, couldn't help but sat down slumped, covered his face, and sobbed.

He felt the shame of not being able to take good care of his wife, the guilt of his own incompetence, and the discomfort of being given alms by others.

The ethereal and tender girl was originally a sentimental girl, but after being with Xiao Qi, her mood gradually became much brighter. Seeing how weak this senior was, she secretly sighed. It's a bit sad and unlucky, and it's indisputable.

Many artists have always been representatives of weakness. It is no exaggeration to describe them as "idiots" in other aspects except for their achievements in their own professions.

But in peaceful times, this is not a problem, and everyone needs them for spiritual entertainment. So they can be treated very highly.

But if you encounter an artist who is not well-known but encounters a catastrophe, I am afraid that you will be like Chen Kong in front of you, who can do nothing but catch the blind.

Shaking her head, Jia Yuwen took over a small microphone brought by a bodyguard, said "Hello" twice, and officially began to speak in front of the crowd who were still hunting down the spoilers.

"Hi everyone!" Jia Yuwen said in Chinese-style English, "This gentleman's wife is seriously ill and lives in a hospital... In order to earn money for his wife's medical treatment, this gentleman not only has to work ten hours during the day. When I was young, I still came here to play here at night to earn money... I was very moved when I heard this, so I plan to hold a charity auction here today."

"Wow, really? The situation of this Chinese man is so pitiful?"

"Oh, I've listened to several performances. It's only 10 euros. It's not right."

"Come on, little girl, I have 20 euros here, a little heart, please don't be too little!"

"..."

The French are inherently more romantic. To put it bluntly, one of their characteristics is that they are easily moved. Hearing Jia Yuwen say it so sadly. Among the 20 or 30 onlookers, at least half of them took out money, which was more than the sum of what was in the box just now.

A few old Chinese people looked at the box and secretly sighed: Foreigners don't do charity like we Chinese people do! And they have very little cash on them. At best, it is tens of one hundred euros! It's a drop in the bucket!

However, they all ignored the meaning of the "charity auction" that Jia Yuwen mentioned just now.

The little beauty looked at everyone who was actively moving, and said with a sweet smile: "I believe everyone has heard of the dream pad, a smart tablet, right?"

"Of course I've heard of it!" A young man laughed, "I also know that the little sister next to you is holding the newly bought dream pad!"

"Sir, you are half right." The ethereal and soft girl smiled, "This dream pad is not bought, let alone available!"

"Hey, what dream pad is that?" Another young man with glasses wondered thoughtfully.

Jia Yuwen signaled Chen Yu to tear off the outer plastic film. The little girl had obviously seen the dream pad on TV, and she seemed a little excited. A thin golden beautiful dream pad.

When the little girl raised the golden dream pad high, the scene was obviously silent for a while.

Then it exploded.

"Oh! No! FK! It's golden!"

"God! The golden limited-edition dream pad that has never appeared on the market!? Oh my god! It turns out to be as beautiful as in the photo!"

"Little girl, where did you buy this? Can you sell it to me? I want it!"

"Go! Didn't you say you have no love for dream pads? Sell them to me, little sister! I own seven-color and ordinary dream pads, and the only thing missing is this golden one!"

A dozen or so young men and women became excited all of a sudden.

Their shouts attracted all the young people in the already crowded flea market!

Yes.

Most of those who come to the flea market to buy goods are young people.

After hearing the "golden dream pad", they ran as fast as they could, and even several stall owners rushed over and surrounded the place tightly.

"My God, it's true!"

"Veratti, you said you love me, then buy me a golden dream pad!"

"..."

When everyone looked at the golden dream pad on the little girl's hand in surprise and greed, except for Chen Yu who was a little startled, Chen Kong didn't react and just hugged his daughter beside him.

"Everyone be quiet!" Jia Yuwen is very satisfied with their performance, "I said that in order to raise money for the treatment of this little girl's mother, I will hold a charity auction... Now we can start, with 1,500 euros as the Reserve price, whoever wants it, can bid! Please don’t bid indiscriminately, we are money for medical treatment of patients, we take it seriously!”

"Little girl, can you turn on the power?" But some people didn't believe it.

"Can!"

Jia Yuwen turned on the power, and after a few seconds, a cute fairy dragon appeared on the screen, and a prompt to enter the registration page appeared.

Now there is no fake dream pad that can be powered on. With the boot page, it is naturally real!

"Shet!" A young man with freckles swears, "I want it! But can it be cheaper? I only have 1,000 euros!"

"2000!" The kid from a rich family who owned eight dream pads just now made an offer!

"2500!" Another polite young man raised his hand without changing his face.

"2800!"

"..."

There were no other voices around, and everyone was waiting to see who would bid.

The price was pushed up again and again, and the few people who made the most violent moves showed no intention of stopping.

You know, except for the golden dream pads presented by fairy companies in the hands of some celebrities, there is no other one that has appeared on the market at all.

No matter how requested by acquaintances, no celebrity will give them away. They all hold them in their hands like treasures. Even when they are singing or filming, they must be locked by a special person with a combination box for them to use when they are resting.

But it's only those celebrities who have advertised for Fairy Company. Many other top-notch and top-notch celebrities have no way to buy it.

Because the Fairy Company has no intention of giving away at all.

So whether it is a celebrity or an ordinary person, now they can only look at the golden dream pad. Many people dream of owning it, and then flaunting it in front of their friends.

Now a brand new golden dream pad suddenly appeared here, how could it not make the fanatical fans of the dream pad go crazy? (To be continued..)

ps:   As the Chinese New Year approaches, it is always inevitable to eat, drink and have fun. If the timing is unlucky, the show will automatically upload chapters. Please don’t blame the judges.