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Chapter 78 The Little Beggar Saves the Beauty

Song Youan took a deep breath and subconsciously looked back at Youan Residence through the gap between the two of them.

She could get home in just a few dozen steps, but if the other person kept blocking her way, she really had no way to get there.

Just then, the expressions of the two burly men in front of them suddenly changed. Their expressions went from slight surprise to hesitation, then from hesitation to doubt, and finally to shock.

The rustling footsteps gradually became clearer, coming from behind her.

Song Youan turned around, her eyes widening in surprise.

Five or six menacing little beggars, wielding sticks, came toward them. Their target was clear: their fierce gazes were fixed on the two burly men.

"Third Brother, what's going on?"

"No...I don't know, where did this little beggar come from?"

"It seems...it seems like they're coming for us."

The two burly men subconsciously swallowed and took two steps back without realizing it.

Song You'an seemed to recognize the little boy leading the group; he was the beggar who had taken the steamed bun from her under the eaves of the pawnshop that day.

Could it be that they...?

"Third Brother, let's go. We can't afford to mess with a beggar!"

"Miss, please forgive me. Our manager is Manager Xin of Manyuelou. Please remember to come over when you have time!"

The two burly men left behind those words and ran away before Song Youan could even react.

Song Youan: ?

When I turned around, I found that the little beggars had also run away.

Song Youan: !

"Hey, you guys!"

Song You'an subconsciously called out to them, and the little beggars stopped and turned around to look at her from a distance.

Yuanbao suddenly grinned at Song Youan, revealing a row of neat, white teeth beneath his dark little face. Then, without waiting for Song Youan to speak again, they turned and disappeared in a flash.

Song Youan stared blankly for a moment, her mouth slightly agape, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to. Finally, she chuckled and shook her head, muttering, "These kids..."

Having successfully returned to Youanju, she didn't rush into the villa, but instead opened the jewelry box on the dressing table in the back room.

First, take out the top gold belt and set it aside, then put all the jewelry inside into the jewelry box.

She didn't plan to take these jewels back with her. If she used the system to depreciate them, they would be wasted. She didn't think these jewels and hairpins could fetch much money; they probably wouldn't even be worth as much as a single purple chrysanthemum.

In the end, she only took the two large gold ingots from the box. These gold ingots must be valuable because they had inscriptions on them, indicating that they were genuine official silver. Taking them back would make them antiques!

Back at the villa, the system popped up right on time.

[Two gold ingots brought back by the host from Da Zhao have been detected. Would you like to convert them into cash?]

Song Youan almost accidentally converted the money into cash, and in her panic, she pressed "No".

[Two gold ingots brought back by the host from Da Zhao have been detected. Should we assess their value?]

Song You frowned in thought, wondering whether the system's valuation was based on the price of gold or the value of the antique.
She raised her hand and pressed "Yes," thinking that it didn't matter, she could deduce from the result which "identity" was used for valuation.

[Valuation in progress...]

Sorry, valuation failed.

Song Youan's eyes widened, and she blurted out, "No way... this can fail to be valued? Gold, isn't gold the easiest thing to show its value?" But as soon as she finished complaining, the system continued to ask her whether she wanted to age the artifact.

Song Youan pressed "Yes" again, and the light from the two large gold ingots dimmed slightly.

After a careful inspection, Song Youan was amazed. As expected of official silver, this gold ingot was completely free of impurities.

Design students are used to using metals, so she understands gold. Only pure, non-synthetic gold will not rust at all.

The two in her hand are like that.

Back in the living room, he casually put the gold ingot aside, picked up his phone from the table, and saw a message from Chi Yu.

Chen Fei's invitation has been delivered to Lanting. As expected of a business tycoon, he is very efficient.

Chi Yu also sent her a photo of the invitation, which clearly indicated the date: the day after tomorrow.

Then she received a picture of a sample of the medicated oil from Zhang Beiwang, the manufacturer, along with a voice message: "Boss Song, what do you think of this packaging? Is it a bit too plain? If you have any requirements, please give me an answer today, otherwise it will be put into production tomorrow and we won't be able to change it then."

The picture shows an iron product about the size of a coin. Iron is the cheapest metal. Modern technology can be used to coat the refined iron with a film to prevent it from rusting easily. Therefore, many products choose to use iron boxes for their outer packaging.

Solid medicated oil is inexpensive, and using iron is the most economical and reasonable method.

It's just not very good-looking.

Song Youan replied: 【Okay, Director Zhang, that's settled. But the ingredients in the medicated oil must be in sufficient quantity and comply with regulations; absolutely no shortcuts or shoddy workmanship is allowed.】

What she wanted was the effect of the medicated oil; the packaging was completely unimportant to those bookish people.

Mr. Zhang quickly responded with an OK gesture.

Finally, Xu Ziyang sent a message: "[12:34 PM, the class reunion is at 7 PM the day after tomorrow, in room 688 on the eighth floor of the Lanting Club.]"

[13:01, remember to come! If you don't, I'll start spouting nonsense to everyone.]

[13:16, did you receive it? Say something!]

At 14:04, the other party canceled the voice call!

[14:05, ?]

He sent over a dozen rambling messages, the latest of which was ten minutes ago, indicating that he was going to call the police.

How could anyone have so much energy? Song Youan rolled her eyes helplessly.

She didn't reply to Xu Ziyang, but she was worried that he might call the police, so she posted a message on her WeChat Moments to prove that she was still alive.

A minute later, Xu Ziyang sent another message: [Song Youan, what do you mean? You're pretending you didn't see my message?]

I'm really angry!

Why don't you say something?

The phone kept ringing, and Song Youan couldn't take it anymore. She replied, "Don't bother me, or I'll block you!"

Then, the whole world went silent.

She sighed silently, silenced her phone and tossed it aside, then turned on her computer to start organizing employee information.

Based on the resumes and interview results of these people, Song Youan selected some candidates and sent them employment reply emails one by one. She also informed them that the studio was currently under renovation and that all hired employees would start receiving their salaries on the day they received the email, which would be considered as paid leave. This salary would be paid together with the first month's salary after they started working.

The studio renovation will take some time, and she can't guarantee that these talents won't leave during this period, so this is the only way she can retain them.

Finally, she picked up the resume on the table that she hadn't opened and slowly began to look at it; it was Liang Bei's resume.

Asking for a monthly ticket!