Chapter 139 - Yun Xiangxiang’s Secret Hobby
Chapter 139: Yun Xiangxiang’s Secret Hobby
Most people wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation of The Star of Peace even if they considered the long term collaboration.
Yun Xiangxiang could become rich overnight if she took The Star of Peace to an auction house. She wouldn’t need to worry about her life after that.
An adolescent girl that was smiled upon by Lady Luck could calm down so quickly and return the jewel without any change in expression.
Everyone was praising this young lady’s forebearance after the news was released today.
Yun Xiangxiang left some impression last time when she became MonRoe’s spokesperson. That impression was now carved deep in everyone’s minds this time.
Since then, the Star of Peace and Yun Xiangxiang have become linked in everyone’s minds, and the thought of the Star of Peace would inevitable invoke thoughts of Yun Xiangxiang.
It was difficult for Chinese actors to leave some impression on Western countries. The geographical difference dictated that foreigners might not understand the works that the Chinese loved.
Both of them were similar to the couples who were vacationing in New York City.
The more relaxed they were, the less attention they attracted. Yun Xiangxiang felt incredibly happy about this.
This was the first time she was walking on the streets freely with a beverage in one hand and her loved one beside her.
The flea market was a second-hand market. There were stalls and shops. All of them placed their items at random.
Yun Xiangxiang and Song Mian stopped at some stalls to observe them. They noticed that it was the same everywhere. They loved to make a killing out of tourists.
There were also a lot of stuff which had Chinese elements in them.
After they turned a corner, Yun Xiangxiang was attracted by a shop when she heard the silvery sound of a windchime.
“This wind chime is really unique,” Yun Xiangxiang held the windchime in her hand and waved at Song Mian.
The windchime was a small wooden block. The most interesting part was that the wooden block was made into mahjong pieces.
“The wood is fine too,” Song Mian looked at the quality first.
“There’s a nice scent. Could it be made out of sandalwood or agarwood?” That would be too spendthrift if it is.
“No, it’s just ordinary machilus. This one was probably bought from our countryman.”
Machilus and mahjong were the love of Chinese.
“I love it. I’m buying this,” Yun Xiangxiang had a secret hobby: playing mahjong!
Song Mian went off to enquire about the price from the shopkeeper. Yun Xiangxiang continued looking around. She discovered that this shop had a lot of stuff.