President Wife is Pretty and Cool

"Sister, don't speak big words, I know you are comforting me, but every year, I don't want to participate anymore. I want to go acting, but my dad disagrees. He said it was not doing business. I participated in pharmacy the year before. The contest will get a participation prize. Do you know what the participation prize is?

It was just a towel. After I came back, my grandma scolded me to death, saying that I was mentally retarded and I really didn't want to participate. "

Lan Yanran looked bitter and bitter, and Lan Anran felt very distressed.

She touched Lan Yanran's little head, remembering that her previous brother had committed himself to an old and ugly rich woman for her, only to raise money for herself, and finally died in the hands of the rich woman.

Lan Anran thought of the tears falling unconvincingly, she turned her head to wipe the tears and smiled.

"Don't worry, after this pharmacy contest, I told my father that you would not be allowed to study medicine. How about transferring you to the acting department?"

"Really?"

Lan Yanran's eyes gleamed, and the spirit suddenly came.

"When did my sister lie to you."

Lan Anran smiled sincerely.

"Sister, you are really the best sister in the world!"

Lan Yanran put down the tableware and happily hugged Lan Anran and said.

"Okay, eat quickly!"

Lan Anran smiled.

Lan Yanran picked up the tableware obediently, he had never felt that the food at home was so fragrant!

...

After the meal, Lan Yanran obediently went back to the room to sleep, and Lan Anran kept looking at his watch.

The journey to the black market is still a little far away from home. She has to leave early. In order to ensure that her family will not find out, she has to wait until Lan Tingyun comes back.

At twelve o'clock, Lan Anran set off.

The night enveloped Rongcheng, and a shrunken black figure shuttled through the lonely street.

The black market is located on the outskirts of Rongcheng. It is only open once every Saturday. The items sold here are also dazzling. All the things that can be sold here are things that cannot be seen, so it is also called a ghost town.

The rule of the ghost town is to buy and leave, and they are irrelevant. Usually, the people who buy and sell things don’t ask where they come from, just give money. There are no police and city management, and the things sold are rarely seen in the market, and the things are scarce. It is expensive, so the price is generally high.

Lan Anran was wearing a night clothes and a peaked cap, walking along the path to the vicinity of the ghost town, where a group of people were waiting for Lan Anran.

"How? Is the news accurate?"

Lan Anran asked first.

"Don't worry, this is internal news. The buyer is called the old ghost. Nothing he doesn't know, he has never missed it."

A big five and three rough man said affirmatively.

"Well, go in!"

Lan Anran took the lead and walked in.

There are many people in ghost towns today, all of them are covered with veils, and they don't want others to see their true colors.

Lan Anran and a group of people went straight to a hut with only candles. In the hut sat a bruised old man with a gray beard, a hat on his head, and a yellowish skin under the candlelight.

"Little girl, do you want to know the news about fennel?"

The old man asked in a low voice.

"Well, I need it."

Lan Anran answered.

"Everyone who comes to me needs it, do you understand the rules?"

When the old man finished speaking, he stretched out his hand.

Lan Anran naturally understood that she had brought a bag with a wad of cash in it, and she offered all the cash and smiled.

"Can you tell me now?"

Seeing the heavy bag of banknotes in his hand, the old man smiled suddenly and opened his mouth with yellow teeth and smiled.

"Fennel vanilla is a rare thing. It is said to be worth it to cure all diseases. There have only been one or two in the past few decades. Recently, there is a live fennel vanilla in Liuxiangge, but it is going to be auctioned. ,You go and see."

The old man took a wad of banknotes and counted them unhurriedly.

He is the king of news. This fennel auction is almost blocked news, and everyone wants it, so the news is almost suppressed.

"I see, thank you!"

Lan Anran turned to leave.

The old man said.

"Look for me next time you have something!"

Lan Anran ignored it and walked out of the room.

"Boss, this auction will cost a lot of money, right?"

The man asked.

"Money is not a problem, get me an invitation letter!"

Lan Anran said coldly.

"Why don't you let someone make one here?"

A thin man said puzzledly.

"The people here only recognize money, but they can't use fakes or fakes. When they are discovered, it will be troublesome. Besides, I have no money, this blood-sucking old man!"

Lan Anran looked at his watch, the time was almost up, and it was almost dawn when he returned.

"They are separated, remember that I want a real invitation letter, go back and add chicken legs for you!"

After speaking, she disappeared into the night.

"The boss is really quick and resolute!"

The thin man said with emotion.