Song Youqing stood up. She had to go to 101 to report Ye Qing's thoughts in writing and submit it to the boss in Kyoto.
Although a man does things informally, cooperation with drug lords will not only affect Ye Qing's own future, but also affect Ye Liang and Ye Wu. To put it further, it may even damage General Ye's lifelong reputation, so he must be cautious.
She looked at the bathroom, and there was the sound of gurgling water inside. It was obvious that Du Yu was taking a bath and changing clothes: "I'm going to report to 101. You can take care of yourself."
Ye Qing was puzzled as to what she should do for herself. He followed her gaze and thought of Du Yu taking a bath, and his heart suddenly surged.
Song Youqing left without looking back.
As a close comrade and best friend, she naturally hopes that Du Yu will have a better destination. But it is a pity that for any family, women who cannot have children, no matter how high their merits are and how beautiful they are, will be avoided like snakes and scorpions.
The Second Young Master of Song Dynasty was free and easy. He waved his hand and did not take away a single cloud.
After a while, Du Yu walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a snow-white bath towel: "Song Er is gone."
"I'm going to write a report." Ye Qing padded the safe with foam and then carefully put the stone in it.
Du Yu then came over and sat down on the sofa, with his long bare legs, looking at the busy Ye Qing: "How much is this stone worth?"
Ye Qing raised his head and glanced at her, and was involuntarily attracted by her two slender and powerful legs: "Stones are not valuable, what is valuable is the jade inside. Ever since I bet on stones, I have cut out a piece of Royal Purple, a goose egg." The size was sold to An Mengxi's sister An Ruoxi, together with a piece of red and purple, for a price of 200 million.
This stone is made from old materials, and the jadeite inside is more delicate, flawless, and large..."
"The value of a piece of jade depends on the color of the water, and secondly what it can do. The cotton-like texture, cracks, and water are inherent in jade, just like the moles, stains, and warts on the human body. Although It's annoying, but it's unavoidable.
But what humans pursue is flawless works of art, which leads to the fact that the more perfect the jadeite, the smaller it will be. The royal purple that can polish the bracelet can only be said to be rare.
That’s why I offered the sky-high price of 300,000 yuan per gram. If calculated on a gram basis, this piece of jadeite would be worth six to seven billion. However, no one is perfect, and there is no perfect jadeite in the world. This stone is so big that it cannot be without any flaws.
Therefore, the price that Zheng Qian and Chen Lu can give is four to five billion. This can only be estimated carefully after peeling off the stone shell. It is estimated that the two of them started contacting the stone cutting factory after returning to the hotel. "
Du Yu was surprised: "So urgent!"
"Don't miss this opportunity, it will never come back." Ye Qing shook his head and laughed at himself: "Even I can't guarantee whether I will encounter this kind of top-quality jade in this life.
What's more, the two of them are afraid of long nights and many dreams. If I don't sell it, I won't be able to find a grave to cry on. "
Du Yu said without hesitation: "Jade is the best if it has no flaws. What about women? Women with flaws will not be perfect in the eyes of men."
Ye Qing smiled bitterly: "Why do you ask this question?"
Du Yu solemnly said: "Before Song Er came back, I had confessed everything to you, but I also want to know what you really think!"
Ye Qing thought about it seriously: "Actually, a man is a very contradictory animal. He likes to persuade prostitutes to be good, and he also likes to pull Liang's family into trouble.
However, after Wanhua passed away, she planned to marry a woman to be her companion for life, and what she cared about more was a premarital examination. "
"I..." Du Yu wanted to spit in his face. He told him about the good guys and the bad guys. In the end, what he cared about was a layer of film...: "What if there are flaws on the skin!"
"Warts, warts, or..."
"Scar!" Du Yu stood up, with his back to Ye Qing, the snow-white bath towel sliding down his slim curves.
Du Yu's figure is slightly chubby, but her curves are extremely graceful. Her skin has a very good color, not as white as Song Er's mutton-fat jade, but slightly black, like a delicate landscape painting.
She only had a pair of small black briefs on her body, which could not cover her plump and perky buttocks.
But the most eye-catching thing was the scars on her body.
There are gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and abrasions from training... which ruin the ultimate beauty.
Ye Qing looked at the scars on her back, and the respect in his heart suppressed the desire rising from his dantian.
He slowly walked over and touched the scar on her back with his big hand. Du Yu's delicate body trembled and he said sadly: "Isn't it ugly?"
"There is no perfect jadeite in this world, and there are no perfect people." Ye Qing replied calmly: "Whether a girl is beautiful depends not only on her face, her figure, but also on her soul. I I have always believed that beauty of the soul is the noble quality of a woman."
Du Yu cursed in his heart, he was a scumbag, but he had to admit that this kid's words dispelled a lot of his inferiority complex.
Her face and facial features are not as delicate as Song Er's, her skin is not as fair, and her family background is not as good as Song Er's. Apart from her age, she is not older than Song Er.
However, is age the capital of self-confidence? It will only make her feel even more inferior.
Du Yu asked tentatively: "I heard from Song Er that it was you who made her skin as smooth as milk, and even the scars on her body disappeared."
Du Yu and Song Er are comrades-in-arms and best friends. No one can hide the changes between them.
Ever since this slut had sex with Ye Qing, the skin on her body has become whiter and tenderer day by day, and the scars have become shallower and shallower. They are almost invisible, especially the hidden wounds on her body have disappeared.
Scars bring not only glory to soldiers, but also pain.
Especially in the rainy weather like this in Yun Province, the scars on the body always hurt.
"Pah." Ye Qing slapped her plump buttocks: "You have seduced me for a long time, just to let me help you whiten your skin, treat your injuries..."
Du Yu was in pain, but he looked back and smiled sweetly, with a red glow on his pretty face: "Sister has a pair of briefs on her body. Whether you can take them off depends on whether you can satisfy her."
"Lie down on the bed first, and I'll massage you first!" Ye Qing looked at the scars on her back and felt heartbroken. Women who serve as soldiers inherently have to pay more than men.
Du Yu was waiting for his words, and quickly returned to his room without picking up the towel on the floor.
Ye Qing sighed, bent down to pick up the bath towel, smelled the faint body fragrance on it, and found that the desire in his heart was ready to move again.
She smiled bitterly in her heart, Sister Yu was an old filthy old woman who knew how to seduce men. If she hadn't been through many experiences, she would probably have nosebleeds.
