Nomenclature of Night

Hu Xiaoniu watched Qing Chen leave, and he felt a familiar taste.

It's not that he has seen Qing Chen, or who Qing Chen looks like, but the other side's attitude that refuses others thousands of miles away.

It's like the attitude of being polite and polite on the surface, but proud in the bones when they themselves rejected some of their classmates from the circle.

This surprised Hu Xiaoniu a little. He looked at the building where Qing Chen lived, and then asked, "Have you found him a little strange?"

Zhang Tianzhen, with black-rimmed glasses on the side, 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 doesn't seem to be interested in talking."

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

"I asked Nan Gengchen next to him today. He said that this classmate's grades have been stable in the top three of the grade. It is normal to be a little proud. Isn't it the same for schoolmasters?" Bai Wan'er smiled: "We're in the sea. The same goes for the scholars of God."

Hu Xiaoniu smiled and shook his head: "Student in a small city, the ceiling is too low."

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

The learners in small cities have no problem in reading English, but their oral and listening skills are far worse, even in the Los Angeles Foreign Language School, which is named as a foreign language school.

But in some key middle schools in big cities, anyone can communicate in English without hindrance.

I don’t know how many prizes I won. I will experience life in the Arctic during winter and summer vacations.

That seems to be the life of two worlds.

"Forget it, you don't need to think about learning tyrants and gods, we don't have too much overlap with him, just the neighbors who happen to live together," Wang Yun said: "Go into the house and say."

As they spoke, 102's room door had been opened.

The workers have been evacuated, and the house has been completely renewed in just one day.

The house was not re-decorated, because the time was too short, so the floor was covered with a fixed carpet, the walls were also treated with anti-fog, and a layer of wallpaper was pasted.

For the four of them, it was barely enough to live.

"In fact, we can stay in a hotel, and we don't have to live here. Everyone's goal is Liu Dezhu, Jiang Xue seems to have nothing special so far," Bai Wan'er said.

Hu Xiaoniu said: "Don't be so short-sighted. Since we decided to go from City No. 7 to City No. 18, we have to make friends in City No. 18 as much as possible. Haven't you seen any small strategies? Try to team up."

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

Zhang Tianzhen shook his head: "Since you choose to come to Los Angeles, then plan to endure hardships. This is what the Mavericks and I said at the beginning. We don't have any foundation in City No. 7, so all we can do is use the world of watches. Energy to influence the inner world."

Hu Xiaoniu is the backbone of this group of people. He nodded and said: "Now I am trying to get a good relationship with Liu Dezhu, so put everyone's usual styles away. No money is absolutely impossible, but money is not everything. You have to understand. There are many people in the world who have more money than us. When someone wants to spend money to buy resources from Liu Dezhu, friendship is our biggest advantage."

"By the way, how's your progress going? Originally, the four of us are going to be in the same class, but the result is that Class 4 of the second grade is full," Wang Yun asked.

Hu Xiaoniu replied: "Liu Dezhu is quite easy to get along with, but he tentatively asked him a lot of things, but he didn't want to say it."

Zhang Tianzhen said: "In fact, you look at him getting along well, but the problem is that he doesn't want to reveal anything to you. He looks stupid and is actually very shrewd, a wise and foolish person."

"Well, Da Zhi Ruoyu said very well," Hu Xiaoniu concluded.

"That's right," Wang Yun said suddenly: "Have you heard that Yangyang is also going to go through the transfer formalities."

"Yangyang?" Bai Wan'er and the others were taken aback.

Seedlings, transplanted seedlings.

A very simple name, but the reaction of Bai Wan'er and others is like this name has a unique position in the top middle school in Haicheng, so it can surprise everyone.

Zhang Tianzhen suddenly said: "Wait, I remember someone said that Yangyang's grandma is in Los Angeles? She won't transfer here too."

"I don't want to think about it, and I never heard that Yang Yang has become a time traveler," Hu Xiaoniu said: "Go and visit your new neighbor first."

With that said, he pulled out an exquisite box from the room as a meeting gift, and took the others up to the second floor with him.

Boom boom boom, Hu Xiaoniu knocked on the door.

A voice came from the room: "Xiaoyun, you go to open the door, it may be your brother Qingchen."

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

With a click, the door opened.

Wang Yun said with a smile, "Hello, kid."

With a slam the door closed again, and Li Tongyun said in the door: "Mom, it's not Brother Qingchen."

Jiang Xue was strange: "Who is that?"

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

The soundproofing effect of the room is not very good. Hu Xiaoniu heard the cartoon sound of Wang Wang agent team inside, and then the door really never opened for them.

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

At this time, they didn't realize that the neighbors in this building were a direct line of Li's consortium, and the other was a single disciple of Li Shutong. They worked so hard to rush to Los Angeles, but they didn't find the right master.

…

At this time, Qing Chen, who was chanted by Li Tongyun, was standing in an alley on the south side of Cross Street in Los Angeles.

Xiao Hutong has been around for a few years. The buildings are all Chinese, and the bluestone roads are lined with gray walls and black tiles on both sides.

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

Two red lanterns hung at the door of Lao Jindian, and a blackboard was placed at the door: high-priced recycled gifts, gold, cordyceps, and ginseng.

Qing Chen asked with the hood of the sweater, "How do I collect the gold?"

The old man who was making the bamboo basket inside raised his eyes and slanted him: "Is there an invoice?"

"No," Qing Chen shook his head.

The so-called invoice is the invoice when you buy gold, which can prove the origin of your gold.

Generally, this is required for gold recycling. If there is no invoice, there may be problematic gold, which is not collected by regular **** shops.

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

The price of gold today is 380 a gram.

Qing Chen thought for a while and said, "The deal is 39 grams."

8,580 yuan, this is already a huge sum of money for him, at least it can alleviate the urgent need.