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Chapter 185: 069 practices with a bunch of iridium, Director of Jiangjing Hospital! (Second update)_2

The subordinate immediately handed Shen Qing a card.

Mr. Lu, clenching a cigarette between his teeth, smiled, “There’s one million in here. As long as you get the people here to sign the relocation contract, the one million is yours.”

They had conducted a thorough investigation.

Ji Shaojun was known for his integrity, but Shen Qing was a petty bourgeois.

One million.

Enough to buy a soul.

“One million?” Shen Qing’s eyes widened upon hearing this, staring at the card.

For an ordinary person, this was a fortune.

Shen Qing had never seen so much money.

Without even blinking, Ji Shaojun returned the card to Mr. Lu, “We won’t do such a thing.”

Mr. Lu laughed.

He looked deeply at Shen Qing and then waved his hand, “Let’s go.”

After the men had left, Ji Shaojun slammed the door shut and frowned at Shen Qing, “Don’t even think about it.”

Tuesday.

Yang Lin had been coming to school regularly these past few days. Bai Lian took out the books one by one, pondering how to discuss the matter of moving the household registration with her.

Unlike the others, Yang Lin always avoided contact with people.

“Lian,” Xiaohan twirled her finger in front of her, looking at Bai Lian, “That…”

Bai Lian looked up, her eyes reflecting the morning sun, appearing rather charming, “Speak.”

“Oh,” Xiaohan said, looking at Bai Lian, “I’m a self-media practitioner. Of course, I’m still at the starting stage. I want to post your school anniversary video on my account. Can I do a little blurring?”

Zhang Shize, who had just arrived in the classroom, felt dizzy. He strode in with long legs, “Xiaohan, can you talk slower? Who can understand you? I didn’t even catch a breath.”

He had barely finished speaking.

Bai Lian leaned back, “Go ahead, post it.”

She had no objections to this matter. She wasn’t very clear on self-media, but it was hard for her to refuse Xiaohan’s request.

Zhang Shize: “?”

“You’re so nice!” Xiaohan exclaimed, about to hug Bai Lian.

But she was stopped by Bai Lian with a finger, which lightly touched Xiaohan’s forehead while her other hand casually pulled out a book, tilting her head slightly, and giving Xiaohan a lazy smile, “Speak properly, no touching.”

“Oh.” Xiaohan’s ears turned a tad red.

Then, as if remembering something, she rolled her eyes at Zhang Shize, “Idiot.”

Zhang Shize:

The day’s classes ended.

Bai Lian didn’t head to the milk tea shop after school in the evening; instead, she went to the Calligraphy Association with Jiang He. The application for the bus stop sign had already been approved, and now they were planning the route.

“Sis,” Jian Zhe was moving chairs in the courtyard. Seeing Bai Lian come over, his eyes lit up, “Come check out our classroom.”

The Calligraphy Association was right next to the gym.

Though smaller than the gym, it covered a good acre, and the surrounding rooms had been planned by Qiu Xuezheng as classrooms, offices, reception rooms…

Jian Zhe showed Bai Lian a thirty-square-meter classroom, “In a couple of days, when the equipment arrives, kids from nearby can come and learn.”

“Not bad.” Bai Lian put down her backpack, then unzipped it and handed Jian Zhe a bag of things inside without much effort.

Seeing how easily Bai Lian handled it,

Jian Zhe caught it with one hand.

But as he took it, he nearly fell to the ground, swiftly bracing himself against the wall.

Jiang He sat on a nearby stool, swinging his legs, expressionless as he watched Jian Zhe.

“What is this?” Jian Zhe looked down in shock at the dozens of silver-metal pieces inside, each the size of a quail egg.

Just these few pieces, dozens of pounds?

“For practicing calligraphy,” Bai Lian raised her hand, revealing a crimson ribbon on her wrist and a piece of iridium the size of an egg, “You should hang one on yourself daily.”

She had requested these from Mao Kun a few days ago, and Mao Kun was quick.

Of course, Miss Bai was still unaware of the price tag attached to her quail-egg-sized item.

Jian Zhe nodded absentmindedly.

On the outskirts of the city, an abandoned warehouse.

Mr. Lu, holding two cards in his hand, slowly crouched next to Shen Qing, narrowing his eyes, “You like money, don’t you? Two million, and you’re still not willing?”

He couldn’t understand why with two million offered, Shen Qing would say she was unwilling.

The profile of Shen Qing described her as greedy for petty gains, vulgar, selfish, and mercenary.

He could obviously tell that she was extremely greedy for money.

After glancing at the bank card, Shen Qing looked up after a long while, smiling obsequiously, “Mr. Lu, the elders in our community…”

“I thought we were of the same kind, but… you truly disappoint me,” Mr. Lu said with a smile. He stood up, his foot crushing hard on Shen Qing’s right hand, and gently tossed the two bank cards aside.