Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Su Cheng didn't say anything, and directly transferred an account to her.

Meng Fu counted to zero and shed tears of poverty again.

"Assistant Immortal," Jiang Yinong looked at Meng Fu enviously, "I'll treat you to dinner at noon, and you must bring me a copy of the steamed stuffed bun tomorrow morning."

In fact, Jiang Yinong also suggested that Meng Fu's assistant open a steamed stuffed bun shop, which would definitely become popular.

But she was familiar with Meng Fu, not her assistant, so she decided to ask him after meeting her assistant.

The class came one after another.

There were also people who inquired about Meng Fu's background after returning home, and asked Meng Fu to sign the notebook early in the morning.

Some for my sister, some for my brother, and the most amazing thing is that one is for my grandfather.

The morning class is still videotaped.

Few people came today, Duan Yan, Ni Qing and Liang Si didn't come.

Meng Fu finished reading these books, but this time she didn't read the basics of pharmacology, so she wore headphones and watched a few movies that Yi Tong passed on to her.

GDL is a game that combines western fantasy with Chinese mythology. It involves a lot of questions, and the performance method is also different from the traditional one. Meng Fu asked Yi Tong for acting skills.

Jiang Yinong is not a person who learns to blend fragrances peacefully. Although she is talented, she is just as lazy as Meng Fu. The two sit in the last row, one watching TV and the other playing games.

Inexplicably a bit like a normal university student.

Duan Yan was very harsh to Meng Fu yesterday, wishing that she would be reading all the time, but seeing her like this today, she didn't say anything.

At 11:20, nearly 11:30 after class, Ni Qing, who hadn't come all morning, finally came.

She put the books she had moved on the second floor on the table, then looked at Duan Yan, Jiang Yinong and the others, and finally put her eyes on Duan Yan: "Senior Brother Duan, you found someone to buy it at the auction yesterday. Got a ticket?"

"No, I found someone to look online, and the tickets have been sold to 880,000, which is priceless." Duan Yan put down the book in his hand, looked up, his eyes were cold, and he paused.

High-end spices are very precious to anyone who comes into contact with fragrance.

"I guessed it a long time ago. This is an eighth-level auction." Ni Qing straightened his expression. "The reason why it is rated as eighth level is because it contains the legendary Tagara incense."

"Daka Luoxiang? Are you sure." Duan Yan's complexion changed slightly.

Anyone who knows a little bit about the history of perfumery will know that Tagara incense is the top spice in the circle, but the recipe is only known by that family.

No wonder the Xiangxie started the election.

"I didn't tell you yesterday that my uncle is from the auction house," Ni Qing looked at Duan Yan, "It's absolutely true, this eighth-level auction is grand, not only the Four Associations, but every family of the Guwu family Representatives participated, even the forces of the Federation came, and the one who held this auction was the Armed Forces Association."

Hearing this sentence, most manufacturers took a deep breath.

"Military Association?" People like Jiang Yinong may not be able to imagine the horror of the Federation, but they know how terrifying the Military Association is.

With so many forces gathered together, how grand is the scene?

Meng Fu saw that it was time for get out of class to end, so he got up directly.

She goes to get out of class on time every day and ends class on time. Jiang Yinong also knows that when she sees Meng Fu getting up, she knows that Meng Fu is going to eat. Jiang Yinong also wants to know what Ni Qing said about the eighth-level auction. He also agreed to invite Meng Fu to dinner.

Think about it, I am not familiar with Ni Qing anymore.

Jiang Yinong reluctantly gave up gossip, took his small bag and ran out with Meng Fu.

Ni Qing raised her head lightly, looked at the back of Meng Fu leaving, as if she didn't hear what she said, she couldn't help but look away, and looked at Duan Yan with a smile: "It is true that there are no tickets now, and the invitation letters on the ground network are also auctioned. It's all gone, I asked my uncle if he could arrange a few staff places for me to go in."

"Ni Qing, you can't favor one person over another!"

"Sister Ni, it's good to be a classmate..."

As soon as she said that, other students in the class had already gathered around, chattering one by one.

These people, upon hearing Ni Qing's description, yearned for this auction where bigwigs gathered.

At the door, Jiang Yinong also heard Ni Qing's last words, and couldn't help but grab Meng Fu's arm. The more he thought about it, the more excited he was: "Auction at the eighth level. I grew up. This is the first time I've heard of an auction of this level. Yes. The Federation has the qualifications to hold an auction of this level! The auction house in Beijing is too good, and I don’t know how many big bosses there will be in my lifetime.”

Meng Fu looked at her, "Indeed."

Isn't M Xia's marketing amazing?

But it's good money.

"Aren't you even curious? It's an eighth-level auction, the Federation and the Military Association!" Jiang Yinong still grabbed Meng Fu's sleeve, and emphasized her tone. She always felt that Meng Fu had an extremely comfortable aura, Plus Meng Fu is approachable.

Meng Fu took out the mask from his pocket and put it on for himself, and put on the black peaked cap of M brand.

Hearing this, he only patted Jiang Yinong on the head: "I know."

"You know you're still so calm?" Jiang Yinong looked at Meng Fu miraculously, "You really don't look like a perfumer."

For so many years, it was the first time in the capital that there was an auction above level five, and the theme was high-end spices. Not to mention the perfumers, even several big families attached great importance to it.

"I invite you to eat on the second floor of the cafeteria." Jiang Yinong led her to the cafeteria.

Meng Fu followed behind her unhurriedly.

The phone in her pocket rang, she pushed down her peaked cap, and saw the message from Yu Wen——

[Does Miss Meng have time now? 】

Meng Fu held Jiang Yinong's collar with one hand, told her to stop, and stuffed the phone back into his pocket: "Wait a minute, I'll take a courier."

"Express delivery?" Jiang Yinong was forced to turn around, watching her walk towards the door of the department, a little suspicious.

Isn't the express delivery at the Cainiao Post?

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This chapter is a supplementary update.

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