Deceive?
I'm speechless. I wouldn't have minded if some street scammer had said this, but Li Mingyao is actually a capable person, and yet he's having me do this dirty deed?
Li Mingyao gave me a glance, as if he suddenly understood my thoughts. He said: "Myself and Master Han would never do such deceitful things. If we were to do them ourselves, what would be the point of having you?"
I think I understand now. That Korean Zhongshan brought me to this Buddha statue museum, it wasn't that he wanted to help me, but rather he wanted me to come and help him cheat people.
I immediately became unhappy, thinking that I was also a person with some status, my dad is the deputy director of Qingyang District People's Hospital, how can they do such deceitful things here and make my dad lose face?
Thinking of this makes me want to leave, this place is really quite frustrating.
I had just stood up when Li Mingyao said: "Thirty percent commission, you get as much as you sell."
Bang!
I plopped myself down and asked with a grin: "Hey boss, when are we starting work?"
"Stay here and watch, I'll go in and sleep for a while." Li Mingyao looked like he was seriously ill, as if he had contracted some kind of serious disease, his face was always pale.
After he went in, I was also bored and sat on this chair playing with my phone.
The business of this Buddha statue store is not very good. There were no customers in the morning, and only one or two people came in to browse in the afternoon, but they didn't buy anything.
I suddenly feel like I've been cheated, thirty percent commission also has to sell things.
I stayed here for two days, and the Buddha statue gallery sold a Buddha statue worth over 5,000 yuan. It was during my lunch break when I went out to eat, and Li Mingyao came out to guard the store, that the customer who bought it arrived, and Li Mingyao made the sale.
These two days I also occasionally chatted with Li Mingyao, I learned that Han Zhongshan and Li Mingyao are both disciples of Mao Mountain, and Li Mingyao has just come down from Mao Mountain to practice and arrived at his master's uncle Han Zhongshan.
But I didn't ask specifically, and I guess even if I asked Li Mingyao, he might not say anything.
Two days passed in a flash. On Monday morning, I hurriedly got out of bed, put on my clothes, shouldered my backpack and headed to school.
It only took about ten minutes for me to arrive at our class, where everyone was noisily discussing something. The girls were all frowning as if it were the end of the world, while the boys were beaming with joy as if spring had arrived.
I had just sat down when Liu Qiqi behind me said: "Ling Feng, do you want me to tell you a secret?"
"Isn't there a beauty coming to our class?" I shrugged and jokingly asked Liu Qiqi behind me, "By the way, why aren't you worried? Aren't you afraid of being robbed of the position of class flower?"
"What's there to worry about? This class flower is so annoying, always surrounded by guys, it's so frustrating, affecting my studies." Liu Qiqi shook her head.
Then Liu Qiqi looked at the time and stood up to announce the start of morning reading.
Old Zhang just walked in after I had barely started reading for a while.
It's been several days since I saw Old Zhang, he came to school for two days last week and then was in the hospital afterwards.
Lao Zhang looked even thinner, as soon as he came in, he clapped his hands, and our class immediately quieted down.
"Today a new classmate transferred in, named Zhao Shanyu. Everyone welcome." As he spoke, Old Zhang led the applause.
In our class, Lao Zhang is the emperor, no one dares to disobey him. Even if the principal comes, according to our class's personality, we wouldn't care, but Lao Zhang can still control us. When he claps his hands, who would dare not move? We quickly and vigorously applaud.
A fashionable and beautiful woman who looked about eighteen years old walked in from outside.
Our class is only in high school, basically all 16 or 17 years old. I started studying a bit late, so I'm only 18 now. I didn't expect that Zhao Shenyu is almost the same age as me.
"Hello everyone, I'm Zhao Shanyu. Please take care of me from now on." Zhao Shanyu smiled and greeted everyone.
It's true, Zhao Yunyu is really pretty, with a melon-seed face, big eyes, high nose bridge, and she dresses very fashionably, not like other female classmates who wear school uniforms and look old-fashioned.
"Beautiful girl, come sit here." Wang Rui loudly shouted, then kicked Xu Hang's butt and pushed him away. He then pushed the books on Xu Hang's desk to the ground, wanting to give Zhao Shan Yu a seat.
I really don't know what kind of courage Wang Rui has, Xu Hang usually beats me and Wang Rui both are rich, usually Wang Rui is also afraid to provoke him in front of him, for fear of being beaten by him. Unexpectedly, now as soon as he sees Zhao Shan Yu, he suddenly pushes Xu Hang with a hot head.
Xu Hang initially didn't expect Wang Rui to kick him awake either. When he came back to his senses, the books had all been thrown to the ground by Wang Rui.
"King Rui, you're going down!" Xu Hang said as he charged up and started a one-on-one fight with Wang Rui.
To say it was a one-on-one fight is actually not quite correct, this should be a crushing defeat. I sat in the middle of the classroom, they were in the back row by the wall, and I just watched as Xu Hang pinned Wang Rui to the ground and kicked him hard, from time to time came Wang Rui's mournful cries.
"What's going on? The new female classmate just arrived, and you're fighting in front of her. What if we leave a bad impression of our class? If you want to settle this, take it outside!" Old Zhang yelled at Xu Hang.
Xu Hang nodded and then opened the back door of the classroom, dragging Wang Rui who was lying on the ground out.
Then outside the corridor continued Wang Rui's miserable cries and begging for mercy.
"Alright, Raincoat classmates, you find a seat yourself, I still have things to do so I'll leave first. Come to the office later to get your textbook." Old Zhang glared at us as he walked away: "Be honest with yourselves, don't cause trouble."
He finished speaking and then turned around and walked out.
Lao Zhang had just walked out, and our class of guys suddenly rushed up to surround the girl asking for her QQ number, phone number and whatnot. I also wanted to rush in but couldn't squeeze in, so I stood by the back door despising these guys one by one - seeing a beauty and acting like this, where's their quality?
Anyway, I despise such people.
"Ah!"
Suddenly a miserable cry came from the crowd. I vaguely saw Zhao Shenyu, just like in a martial arts movie, directly grabbing Dong Xie and performing an over-the-shoulder throw.
This group of guys took one look and rushed back to their seats, I also swallowed my saliva. Dong Xie has been fighting outside all day, apart from Xu Hang, no one in our class can beat him, but unexpectedly this little girl directly used a shoulder throw to KO him.
"Mind sitting next to you?" Zhao Shanyu smiled at me.
I originally wanted to refuse, it's not that I don't like beauties, but such a violent maniac, dragging people out and throwing them around like in a movie, who dares to pursue such a little girl?
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Miss Xiaoxia, do as you please." I dryly laughed and didn't dare to say anything, or else I'd get beaten up and lose face. The bespectacled kid sitting next to me had already packed his bag and snuck away when Zhao Shanyu walked over to sit beside me.
Zhao Shanyu sat down beside me, stretched her waist, and I caught a whiff of perfume. Damn it, I sneaked a peek at her - this chick is dressed so fashionably and looks pretty too, way better than those dragon girls in our class who wear school uniforms and shout "report to the teacher" all day long.
I was using my eyes, from a scientific and rigorous perspective, simply studying the physiological structure of her chest, why it's different from ours as males, when suddenly Zhao Shenyu asked me: "Does it look good?"
"It's great." I said subconsciously, and suddenly, I felt a murderous intent.
