Chapter 403: : Send fakes again

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In fact, this is a bit exaggerated, but the media, in order to catch people’s attention can do anything, so many female netizens keep changing their messages to lemon essence, and constantly say what is the value of the face. It’s not as good as a passer-by. It looks like a passer-by. Huasheng just smiled and didn’t mind.
Xie Dongyang couldn't stand it anymore. He registered a trumpet and yelled at those black Huasheng netizens.
After that, they also found the media and screamed why they didn't show Huasheng's better-looking photos, but they were angry with Xie Dongyang.
Xie Family House
Xie Dongyao lost the memory of the blood curse, but he was still very passionate about Huasheng, and took a bite of a fairy sister, and then took a mobile phone to show the parents the photo of Huasheng’s stolen photo. It’s the fairy that my brother can’t do, haha, looks good?

Xie Yun looked at it and said nothing. He, a male elder, was definitely not good to comment on the value of a junior.
Instead, Mrs. Xie smiled for a while and said, "This girl is very nice, but how do you feel a little blessed when you look at it?"
"Mom, don't talk nonsense, they are all Mrs. Jiang family, and they are also blessed?" Xie Dongyao has never believed this superstition, so he directly refuted.
The Xie's family always didn't talk too much. After all, his son couldn't control the matter and didn't listen.
On the other hand, Huasheng found a fun at the group's annual meeting. In fact, it was a souvenir sent by the Jiang family to employees.
It is a piggy bank. As long as you record your slogan, and then slogan, the piggy bank will automatically open, and after you put the coin in, it will automatically close.
Huasheng took several of them back in one breath, and he enjoyed themselves, giving Chuntao and Ginkgo one each.
Hua Zhi, Hua Lin, Feng Xi and Yu Ping were left alone, so they sent WeChat to ask when Feng Xi came home.
Feng Xi replied, selling new bookmarks in the provincial capital, and it took two days before Hua Sheng asked much.
Fading away the aura of the Feng family, Feng Xi is actually a relatively elaborate female writer.
The next day Jiangliu's parents called them to go back to dinner, and Huasheng and Jiangliu went. I didn't expect a lot of people to come home.
All of them are big businessmen in the business field. Jiang Liu wants to call Uncle, who has come to pay his respects to Chairman Jiang almost every year these years.
Jiangliu's father also wanted to take the opportunity to introduce his son to explain to those people in preparation for his retreat to the second line.
Among these people, one Huasheng had also seen, that is Wu Jun, the one who had previously auctioned for charity, and later obtained a bronze for SS identification, which was rejected by Huasheng.
Unexpectedly, he was there too. After three trips, Wu Jun walked mysteriously to the father of Jiangliu with a drunken god.
Everyone was particularly interested in hearing this, knowing that he was a big man who resells cultural relics, and there are countless rare treasures in his hands, so he was applauded.
Hua Sheng sat silently drinking tea beside the river, but was curious in his heart. What good things can this person come up with?
"Oh? Brother Wu Jun brought something good this time?" Jiangliu's father loves collecting cultural relics and is also very interested in these antiques. Because Wu Jun asks the Jiang family for something, he must come to the capital this time, so he is in the eyes of everyone. Next, Wu Jun took out a box from the bag, carefully lifted the contents inside for everyone to see, and said extremely proudly, "I am a good thing, I haven't seen it here, this is the waist of the Ming Dynasty Card, and it is Jin Yiwei's waist card, Jin Yiwei knows? That is the department directly under the control of the emperor. It is equivalent to the current agent. It is very powerful. This pure gold waist card is held by a school captain. It records the year, Hong Wushi. Five years."
The words shocked four of them, and the river flow was also startled, glancing at the Huasheng beside them, "15 years of Hongwu? Zhu Yuanzhang?"