I was a god in the 18th century

Bill chose to come to Fortress to cooperate with Irving. On the one hand, it was of course because of Irving's mysterious wealth. On the other hand, he may not have meant to bully his youth.

Investors who have too much money and are stupid are always the most popular.

However, after several contacts, Bill had to admit that although Irving is young, he is not easy to bully at all!

Moreover, the other party was so sensitive to numbers that even Bill was a little frightened.

What’s even more frightening is that even the eleven or twelve-year-old boy in their house can tell a five-digit calculation result at a glance!

Young people today are so scary!

It seems that in future cooperation, he must pay more attention to the accounts, small tricks are difficult to handle!

Bill left. Xia Qingdai was not going to show up today. She had a day off.

Anyway, she could ask Owen to teach her mathematics, physics, and English. When she encountered special problems, she could ask Martin and Gauss through Owen.

The appetite is so big, she has to control the number of times she absorbs the power of faith, what to do if she eats and becomes a big fat person!

She had to find a way to practice. It was best to be able to control the amount she absorbed at will. Instead of sucking a lump every time, it was okay to only absorb half a lump and have half a green line appear on her wrist!

She doesn't need to appear all day and night, seven or eight hours at a time is more than enough.

When it was time to eat in the evening, Martin curiously asked Owen why Miss Xia hadn't come downstairs all day.

Owen looked at Xia Qingdai, who was lying on the sofa in front of the fireplace reading a book with her calves bent in an imageless manner, and said calmly: "My cousin said she was a little tired and wanted to rest."

The couch faced the fireplace, and Owen deliberately pushed it forward a little further, then moved the other two single sofas further away.

Xia Qingdai was nestled inside reading a book, and the people behind her didn't even notice that the book was "turning pages automatically" without fear of revealing her secrets.

"Is she sick?" Martin asked concerned.

"No, I just don't want to come down."

"Oh." Martin was a little disappointed.

Mrs. Bruttner, who was playing the piano beside her, smiled and said, "Girls, there are always a few days every month when you don't want to see people. It's normal."

Martin didn't know what he thought of when he heard this, and his face couldn't help but turn red.

At this time the bell rang at five o'clock, and it was time for dinner.

Owen covered his face with a book and asked Xia Qingdai if she wanted to help her deliver dinner to the room.

If you were eating invisibly in the reception room, it might be a bit scary to others.

Xia Qingdai shook her head. The food in the castle can only be deceived. She will not eat it today, otherwise she will eat more and more.

At night, Xia Qingdai went back to her room to sleep early.

For her, although her appetite has increased, her need for sleep has decreased.

She sleeps from six to nine. Three hours of sleep is enough for her to wash away the fatigue of the day.

The night in the castle is like the modern day, and you can go out when you wake up.

At ten o'clock today, she made an appointment with the girl who wanted to buy Lolita to do business in West Lake.

Since the end of the first exam, Xia Qingdai has either been writing test papers every day, or taking private lessons in the castle, or dancing and playing the piano in the castle to pass the time.

Except for going downstairs once every night to take out the trash, I never went out again. I even bought groceries online. As long as you don't pay too much attention to quality, now it's cheaper to buy food online than at the market, and it can be delivered to your doorstep.

Of course, discerning chefs are not willing to buy food online. After all, you still have to go to the market to select good ingredients in person.

Although Xia Qingdai is a foodie, she is not particularly particular. She is a very adaptable person.

This is even more true for Xia Shanglu. Sometimes when he is busy, he just uses a planer to eat, and he doesn't care about the food.

Today's offline transaction with Lo Niang was the first time Xia Qingdai had to really leave the house in this month.

The people in their old building were not very particular. They just put on a thick nightgown when they went downstairs to take out the garbage. So today is also the first time in a month that Xia Qingdai puts on modern clothes for going out.

Normally in the castle, she would wear a thickened quilted or velvet imperial skirt, but in modern times she usually wears a school uniform with a jacket.

But today she was going to meet netizens to sell goods, and she couldn't wear a school uniform, so she took out a down jacket and jeans and put them on, simply tying a ponytail.

Young girls dominate the world with just a bare face, and they don’t even need makeup.

After putting on her shoes and picking up the suitcase containing two Lolita skirts and matching linings, Xia Qingdai went out.

Although her house is an old building, the location is not far from the bus station and subway station. It is very convenient to travel. Going to West Lake is only three or four bus stops away.

Today is not the weekend, and the weather is cold, and their appointment is not in the Broken Bridge area, so the flow of people is not bad, not to the point of being crowded.

However, in the free West Lake, it is basically impossible to get quiet. By next week, when the New Year is approaching, West Lake will definitely be full of tourists, as it is every year.

This year, cultural tourism in all parts of China is in trouble, especially in Northeast China. However, Jiangcheng is as stable as an old dog. It only needs to offer a West Lake and play a song "A Thousand Years of Waiting" is enough!

Anyway, when the fireworks are in March, people will go down to the south of the Yangtze River.

It was only 9:45 when Xia Qingdai arrived at the West Lake. It was still fifteen minutes before the agreed time. She found an empty bench to sit and wait.

She didn't have to wait too long. The phone rang and the lady arrived ten minutes early.

Xia Qingdai looked back and suddenly saw the girl in the crowd!

On such a cold day, she was still wearing a Lolita skirt, but the outer layer was made of flannel.

Although Xia Qingdai also likes Lolita skirts, she is not willing to wear them as a conspicuous bag on the street. She just admires them.

"I'm here!" Xia Qingdai raised her hand.

The lo girl dressed like a doll ran over, smiled and stretched out her hand: "Hello, hello! I am the prickly pear fruit in the little red book. Are you feeling Qian Qian's pain?"

The other party's Mandarin is not very standard, with a very obvious Hong Kong and Taiwanese accent.

Xia Qingdai's online name is relatively middle-class, called "Qianqian Pain". She didn't feel it when she took it out, but now that she was called out, she felt inexplicably ashamed.

"Yes." She shook hands with Xianguoguo and said straight to the point, "I brought the clothes. They were relatively large, so they were packed in the suitcase. Just go back and dry them. If you want to iron them, remember to Choose a silk garment steamer because most of the skirt is made of silk.”

"Okay, can I see the real thing?"

"of course can."

Xia Qingdai opened the suitcase. She also specially equipped the two Lolita pieces with a translucent dust cover and a clothes hanger.

After all, if a piece sells for more than 10,000 yuan, the packaging must keep up, including this 100-yuan suitcase, which is also part of the packaging.

In order to sell two skirts, she spent a lot of money!