Night’s Nomenclature

Hu Xiaoniu watched Qingchen leave, and he felt a familiar smell.

It's not that he has seen Qingchen, or who Qingchen looks like, but that he has the attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Just like when they excluded some classmates from the circle, they were polite and polite on the surface, but proud in their hearts.

This surprised Hu Xiaoniu. He looked at the building where Qingchen lived, and then asked, "Did you notice that he was a little strange?"

Zhang Tianzhen, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses, said: "Wang Yun and Bai Wan'er are both pretty, and they are his new classmates and neighbors, but he doesn't even look at them, and he doesn't seem to be interested in talking."

"Yes," Wang Yun nodded: "It's not like the youthfulness of ordinary boys, more like he wants to avoid us."

"I asked Nan Gengchen next to me today. He said that this classmate's grades have always been among the top three in grade. It's normal to be a little proud. Aren't all top students like this?" Bai Wan'er smiled: "We're in the sea." The same is true for the academic gods."

Hu Xiaoniu smiled and shook his head: "The ceiling is too low for a top student in a small city."

In fact, Hu Xiaoniu was not deliberately mocking, but they knew very well that the education in super first-tier cities is much ahead of that in small cities.

Top academics in small cities have no problem reading English, but their speaking and listening skills are far behind, even in a school with a foreign language name like Luocheng Foreign Language School.

But in some key middle schools in big cities, anyone you pick up at the school gate can communicate in English without any problems.

I don’t know how many competition prizes I won, and I spent my winter and summer vacations experiencing life in the Arctic.

It was like a life in two worlds.

"Forget it, there's no need to worry about being a top student. We won't have much interaction with him. We're just neighbors who happen to live together," Wang Yun said, "Let's go into the house and talk."

While they were talking, the door of 102 had been opened.

The workers had moved out and the house was completely new in just one day.

The house was not renovated because the time was too short, so the floor was hurriedly covered with fixed carpets, the walls were treated with anti-fog treatment, and a layer of wallpaper was pasted.

This is barely enough room for the four of them.

"Actually, we can just stay in a hotel, and we don't have to stay here. Everyone's target is Liu Dezhu, and Jiang Xue doesn't seem to be anything special so far," Bai Wan'er said.

Hu Xiaoniu said: "Don't be so short-sighted. Since we have decided to go from City 7 to City 18, we must try to make as many friends as possible in City 18. Didn't you read He Xiaoniu's strategy? Try to form a team."

Wang Yun was still a little melancholy: "You must slowly build a good relationship with Liu Dezhu. In my opinion, it is okay to just spend money to buy information and resources."

Zhang Tianzhen shook his head: "Since you choose to come to Los Angeles, be prepared to endure hardships. This is what Mavericks and I agreed on from the beginning. We don't have any foundation in City 7, so all we can do is use the outside world energy to affect the other world."

Hu Xiaoniu is the backbone of this group of people. He nodded and said: "Now we are trying to find a way to have a good relationship with Liu Dezhu, so let's put down our usual style. Although it is absolutely impossible to have no money, money is not everything. You have to understand , There are many people in the world who are richer than us. When someone wants to spend money to buy resources from Liu Dezhu, friendship is our biggest advantage."

"By the way, how is the progress there? Originally, the four of us were going to be in the same class, but it turned out that Class 4 of the second grade was full," Wang Yun asked.

Hu Xiaoniu replied: "Liu Dezhu is quite easy to get along with, but I asked him a lot of things tentatively, but he was unwilling to tell me."

Zhang Tianzhen said: "Actually, you see that he is very easy to get along with, but the problem is that he is not willing to reveal anything to you. He looks stupid but is actually very shrewd, and he is a wise and foolish person."

"Well, Dazhiruoyu's evaluation is very good," Hu Xiaoniu concluded.

"By the way," Wang Yun said suddenly, "Have you heard that Yangyang is also planning to go through the transfer procedures?"

"Yangyang?" Bai Wan'er and others were stunned.

Yangyang, seedlings for transplanting.

A very simple name, but judging from the reactions of Bai Wan'er and others, it seems that this name has a unique position in Haizhong, the top middle school in Haicheng, so it can surprise everyone.

Zhang Tianzhen suddenly said: "Wait a minute, I remember someone said that Yangyang's grandma and grandpa are in Luo City? She won't transfer here too, right?"

"Don't forget about this. I haven't heard of Yangyang becoming a time walker," Hu Xiaoniu said, "Let's go visit the new neighbor first."

With that said, he dug out an exquisite box from the house as a greeting gift and took the others up to the second floor.

Dong Dong Dong, Hu Xiaoniu knocked on the door.

A voice came from the room: "Xiaoyun, open the door. It might be your brother Qingchen."

Then, Xiaoyun's sweet voice came: "Brother Qingchen, wait a moment, I will open the door for you."

There was a click and the door opened.

Wang Yun said with a smile: "Hello, little friend."

The door closed again with a bang, and Li Tongyun said inside the door: "Mom, it's not brother Qingchen."

Jiang Xue wondered: "Who is that?"

Li Tongyun replied: "It's not important. "

The soundproofing effect of the room was not very good. Hu Xiaoniu heard the cartoon sound of Wangwang Agent coming from inside, and then the door really never opened for them again.

Wang Yun and Bai Wan'er looked at each other: "Brother Qingchen... does this name sound familiar?"

At this time, they had not realized that one of their neighbors in this building was a direct descendant of the Li family consortium, and the other was a single disciple of Li Shutong. They had worked so hard to come to Luo City, but in the end they could not find the right owner.

…

At this time, Qingchen, who was being talked about by Li Tongyun, was standing in an alley south of Luocheng Cross Street.

The small alley is old, and the buildings are all Chinese-style. The bluestone roads are lined with gray walls and black tiles.

When it rains, raindrops gather on the tiles and then fall down along the corrugations.

There are two red lanterns hanging at the door of Laojin Store, and a blackboard is placed at the door: high-priced recycling gifts, gold, cordyceps, and ginseng.

Qingchen put on the hood of his sweater and asked, "How to collect the gold?"

The old man who was weaving a bamboo basket looked up at him and asked, "Do you have an invoice?"

"No," Qingchen shook his head.

The so-called invoice is the invoice when buying gold. This thing can prove the origin of your gold.

This is generally required for gold recycling. If there is no invoice, it may be problematic gold, and regular pawn shops will not accept it.

The old man glanced at him, put down the bamboo basket in his hand and said, "It's difficult to do without an invoice. If you want to sell it sincerely, it's 220 per gram. I don't ask you where you got it from."

Today the price of gold is 380 per gram.

Qingchen thought for a moment and said, "Deal, 39 grams."

8,580 yuan, which is already a huge amount of money for him, at least it can meet his urgent needs.