A big hand...

  Approaching 10 am, it was the small peak of weekend passenger flow. The school's charity sale was about to begin. Wang Jian had also arrived early at his class's booth.

  As soon as he arrived, he was really surprised. Li Nu was dressed up as a bunny girl, still in white... The flowers were exceptionally provocative, and some other girls were also mostly wearing strange clothes, compared to those students standing at the booth like wooden stakes in school uniforms, they looked like they came out of a casino in Las Vegas.

  The boys were not to be outdone, especially Tang Jun, who had a good figure and looked handsome, and seemed to have an air of confidence about him, which was further enhanced by his sharp red suit. In contrast, Cheng Hui, who was less impressive in appearance, wore a punk steam-punk outfit that was both retro and trendy, with a large bolt hanging from his ear, full of design sense.

  "We didn't think so either."

  Huang Weilong was relatively normal, wearing a US-style firefighter uniform and a fire department hat, standing there with a bitter smile like an idiot. When he saw Wang Jian coming over, he started complaining first.

  "Jin Huiming has already assigned costumes and props for all of us, I'm not the worst off, the worst is..."

  Before he could finish speaking, Wang Jian saw a girl walking out of the bathroom, shaking and trembling, revealing her thighs, wearing a grass skirt and a small flower garland on her chest, with light makeup on her face, so beautiful that she didn't look like a human being.

  "The worst is him..."

  Wang Jian was stunned, carefully sizing him up, and suddenly discovered that this guy wasn't a woman at all, but Huang Yue! He was wearing a wig, colored contacts, and only had a bandage covering his chest, which seemed to be hiding something, making it look puffy and swollen. His skin was pale and delicate, his eyes shining brightly, although he looked a bit timid, the way he lowered his head was just like a water lily flower that couldn't withstand the cool breeze, shy and demure.

  "This is too beautiful......" Wang Jian wiped his face: "Explode Da Wei!"

  Huang Yue walked nervously to Wang Jian's side, slightly lifted her lowered head, and glanced at him with raised eyes. Her face immediately turned red...

  "Go away! Don't look at me!" Wang Jian turned his face to one side: "Can't take it anymore..."

  "Yo, little Yellow, you're so beautiful! Come here. Give your brother a smile." Emperor of Retorts Zhao Feng walked up and patted Huang Yu's butt: "Look at this little girl, whose family is she from?"

  "I hate... I really hate..."

  Huang Yue's face was almost familiar, but after speaking, the taste became strange. His voice itself sounded like a girl's. Under extreme shyness, this disgusting tone suddenly turned into a girl's spoiled tone, making Emperor Jie's nosebleed almost burst out at that moment, covering his chest and peeing in his pants.

  Not to mention him, even Wang Jian couldn't hold back. This seductive... is not something a man can resist, if others knew he was a guy, I estimate the number of homosexuals in school would increase by more than 45%.

  "Great job!" Wang Jian took a deep breath and patted Huang Yue's shoulder. But after just two pats, he couldn't hold back anymore and flashed to the side: "Get out of here, go be a signpost in the crowd!"

  Huang Yue looked at Wang Jian with a hint of grievance, but being naturally timid, he didn't dare to disobey the Emperor's orders. He could only hold up a sign indicating 29th Class Booth and stand among the crowd.

  At this time, everyone has also begun to prepare for the charity sale. Wang Jian doesn't know what other classes are selling, but their class is definitely selling something weird!

  For example, Ye Wen sells tanks made of iron wire and plastic plates, which are quite exquisite. There are main battles from various countries, even mobile toilets, Tigers and Shermans during World War II. Huang Weilong sells basketball shoes and double-section sticks and other sports equipment, and there is even a broken basketball signed by James.

  As for others, they are also strange and varied, such as woven baskets, flower pots, lampshades, etc. And the most unexpected one is Zhao Feng, the emperor of mouth, he actually moved his family business here, and set up a stall next to it to sell baozi... Not to mention, before the charity sale started, this guy's products were selling like hotcakes, his little sister and mother couldn't even keep up with packaging.

  "What about Jin Huiming?" Wang Jian suddenly realized something was missing after reviewing it for a while: "Didn't she say she arrived earlier than me?"

  "What about her?" Ye Wen replied while checking the goods beside him: "She came early, she went to get her things."

  As soon as the words fell, Wang Jian had already seen Jin Huiming walking slowly with a luggage cart from the crowd, and Zhang Manting was following behind her with a sweaty face.

  "Wow! Look at my good stuff."

  Jin Huiming came over to Wang Jian's side, opened the box with a flourish, and took out her things one by one, laying them out in a long row on the stall.

  "This is a sponsored brand, selling one piece with a 10% commission."

  After Jin Huiming put all the sexy underwear on the stall, a isolation ditch was instantly formed around the underwear, and no one dared to place their goods next to the pile of erotic underwear. However, Jin Huiming seemed to be unaffected, and even took out an advertisement board, which read: "Buy ten pieces at once and take a photo with a Hawaiian beauty, buy a hundred pieces at once and enjoy a passionate kiss from the beauty, book the whole venue and she's all yours."

  "This is prostitution!" Wang Jian gritted his teeth: "You first figure out the situation!"

  "Hiss, the whole package costs 5 million. Where is the storefront? Are you going to spend 5 million on over 8,000 pairs of underwear?" Jin Hui gave Wang Jian a knowing look: "This is called impulse consumption, Li Nuo come here!"

  Standing beside her, Li Nu dared not disobey Jin Hui Ming's command and walked stupidly to her side: "What's wrong?"

  Jin Huiming looked her up and down: "Lacking something... choose one here, put it on for me. I have to see your pants sink into the seam from the outside."

  Wang Jian's head buzzed with a loud noise, and he pinched Jin Hui Ming's ear: "What are you trying to stir up?"

  "Let... let me go..." Jin Huiming struggled free from Wang Jian's grasp, looking at him with great dissatisfaction: "This is called temptation, got it? I didn't even let her ***, just letting her come and give some subtle stimulation, this is reasonable, walking on the edge of the rules."

  Wang Jian was at a loss, and Li Nu seemed to have agreed with pleasure. This made Wang Jian suddenly unsure where the moral bottom line of his students was, and he felt that if things continued like this, he might end up being locked in a detention center for inciting crime.

  "Hey, Tang Jun, come here." Jin Huiming started directing: "Go stand next to Huang Yue and get into position."

  "Great."

  Tang Jun casually flipped his hair, pulled out a white eerie mask and put it on his face. His all-white attire made him look extremely eerie, but standing next to Huang Yue, he seemed to complement her perfectly, fully bringing out her charm.

  "See that, dear." Jin Huiming smiled: "Every sales floor plan has to be done to attract eyeballs. Look at those dregs around us."

  Wang Jian looked in the direction of her finger, and the students from other classes in the school were staring at the 29th class's booth with their eyes wide open. They were neatly dressed in their uniforms, neatly arranged their stalls, selling some expired storybooks, outdated old clothes, rough handmade crafts, plastic jewelry, compared to the 29th class's **, it was a world of difference.

  But what's worth mentioning is the joint booth of classes 1 to 10, which can be said to be a giant aircraft carrier, occupying the most critical position at the entrance, blocking the line of sight of class 29 and trying to choke its throat.

  Their booth was crowded with people, and naturally there were many things, after all, a good class is a good class, and the precursor to the rich second generation gathering is also very soulful. Inside, various digital products, art pieces, and fashion items gathered together. Although there wasn't a big beauty like Huang Yue, they somehow managed to invite a second-rate celebrity to sit with them.

  "This is the biggest competitor." Jin Huiming crossed his arms, coldly staring at the joint booth: "I think they have a mastermind helping them out, specifically to deal with us."

  Wang Jian nodded: "I think so too."

  "A minor skill." Jin Huiming wiped his nose: "Kids, is our self-selected area done?"

  "The second master is ready."

  Wang Jian turned his head and saw that the so-called self-selected area was just a temporary wooden board box, filled with some cheap but lovely or practical small things, and the price was very cheap, probably only making a little profit. Then Wang Jian was surprised to find that most of the things in it were the small things that Zhang Manting had paid a high price for from the small market, which were quite exquisite but not high-end.

  "It seems I have no choice but to choose for myself." Wang Jian tightened his grip on the wooden carvings in his bag.

  "No, you're the main event today." Jin Huiming snatched Wang Jian's backpack and started taking out the things inside one by one. Then, Huang Weilong suddenly pulled out a wooden shelf from beside him and began arranging Wang Jian's small items on it.

  No wonder, Wang Jian's small wooden carving is really stunning at first sight. Not to mention the spiritual energy, paired with a red rope, it makes people like it from the bottom of their heart. But the most important thing is still the spiritual energy in it. Hand-carved things have a charm that can touch people's hearts at a glance.

  Just like what "The Voice of China" said, only by being your true self can you move others.

  "See that?" Jin Huiming pointed at the small items on the shelf like a commander: "Now, start pricing, and each area's person in charge begins to take action."

  "How much are you planning to set for this?" Wang Jian pointed at the small wooden carvings arranged in a row on the shelf, which were very artistic.

  "The top one is three hundred. The others are one hundred." Jin Huiming's eyes shone with excitement: "Today we have a great harvest!"