YM778.TV Chapter 172: 065 Alian: Idiots, just play by yourselves (second update)_2
Chapter 172: 065 Alian: Idiots, just play by yourselves (second update)_2
“What does it mean that she learned something in Xiangcheng,” Shen Qing’s temper flared up, and she became domineering, “She knows so much more than you, you’re not fit to talk about her…”
The last few sentences she said were somewhat dirty.
Ji Mulan hadn’t expected that even Shen Qing would dare to raise her voice and talk to her like that.
She pointed at Shen Qing, her chest heaving violently.
Ji Shaojun hurriedly stopped Shen Qing, preventing her from cursing further, “Let’s stop here for today. Think about Alian’s matter; we are going home first.”
With a cold face, Ji Mulan saw the three of them out, then sat in the hall contemplating whether her return this time was right or wrong.
By the time Xu En finished sending Xu Yajun back, Ji Heng and the others had left long ago.
Xu En sensed a very familiar nicotine smell in the air, sniffed it, and then asked, “Have your dad and the others left?”
The smell of smoke was indeed familiar.
“Mhm.” Ji Mulan didn’t want to talk about them any further, seeing Xu En standing still, “What’s wrong?”
“What cigarettes does your dad smoke?” Xu En pondered for a moment.
Ji Mulan shook her head, “My brother gave them to him.”
After speaking, she looked at Xu En.
“It’s nothing,” Xu En shook his head, then it was no problem, and changed the subject, “Do you know about Backter Street?”
Backter Street was across the river; Ji Mulan had known about it since she was a child, but didn’t know much, “It’s chaotic. What happened?”
“Someone’s competing with me for the territory,” as soon as the tourism planning of Xiangcheng was released, many were eyeing it, and Xu En had the advantage of quick information within the circle, “Mr. Ren’s secretary said that those people seem to have the backing of a bar…not something easily messed with…”
Having known each other for so long, Ji Mulan saw Xu En worried for the first time.
She was truly surprised.
There were people in Backter Street and even Jiangjing that could not be provoked?
Bai Lian received a message from Qiu Xuezheng on her way back to Purest Street.
One was about the award ceremony.
Two was about the launch ceremony of the Calligraphy Association this Saturday.
She must attend.
Leaning back in her seat, Bai Lian tapped the screen subconsciously—
[What is this, and they even want me to attend in person?]
To be honest, sharing an award with people who haven’t properly practiced brush calligraphy made Bai Lian feel awkward.
Qiu Xuezheng:
Qiu Xuezheng: [I asked for you, no one else can accept the award on your behalf]
Bai Lian was straightforward: [Then I don’t want it]
Qiu Xuezheng:
Qiu Xuezheng: [Do you realize what you’re saying?!]
“Aye,” Bai Lian reverted to her carefree state, she lazily tilted her head, “…this wouldn’t be illegal, would it?”
Jiang Fulai finished processing a page of documents.
Hearing someone casually use words like “peace” and “illegal,” he even considered borrowing criminal and civil law books from Chi Yundai for a bit.
And then he started to think.
How many things had she done?
“Stay calm,” he lifted his head, his fingers holding the pen were very cold, his mind flashed through various possibilities, very calm, “Talk to me first.”
Bai Lian turned off her phone and leisurely took down her slightly loose hairpin to reinsert it properly, “Just the Traditional Calligraphers Association.”
She briefly explained.
Jiang Fulai slightly relaxed, this was indeed a minor issue. His gaze lingered on the hairpin at the back of her head for a while, his tone neutral, “I’ll have someone pick it up for you.”
“Proxy acceptance?” Bai Lian smoothed her sleeves, raising her eyebrows.
“A trifle,” Jiang Fulai replied unhurriedly.
The car arrived at Purest Street.
Bai Lian got out of the car, while Jiang He intended to follow her out.
He was pulled back by Jiang Fulai using two fingers.
Jiang He kicked his leg a bit.
In the end, he was frustrated.
Jiang Fulai stood tall and handsome beside the car, watching Bai Lian walk back, and only returned to the car unhurriedly afterward, then he took out his phone and found someone on WeChat—
[Go collect an award]
On the other side of the phone.
Jiang Xijue was a bit stunned; he rubbed his temples, thinking there might be a problem from working overtime, and signaled his executive director to come over, “Read this message from Young Master Jiang for me.”
Seeing the name on the contact, the director felt tingles.
He read it out with a hard scalp.
“Ah,” Jiang Xijue muttered, looking up, “My eyes aren’t playing tricks on me.”
The next day, Lu Lingxi took Yang Lin back to school.
Things hadn’t changed much.
Bai Lian sat at her desk, observed Yang Lin for a long while, and then took out her phone to message Chief Chen—
[Help me check on someone.]
She remembered Chief Chen was from officialdom.
Saturday.
The final location of the Xiangcheng Calligraphy Association was chosen next to the waterwheel by the Xiangcheng Building, a well-preserved ancient building.
Knowing the location, Bai Lian arrived early; she stood in front of the tall threshold, looking up at the architectural relic with many years behind it.