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Chapter 233: 087: Jiangjing University, Alian Makes a Move (Second Update)_1
Chapter 233: 087: Jiangjing University, Alian Makes a Move (Second Update)_1
Chapter 233: 087: Jiangjing University, Alian Makes a Move (Second Update)_1
But Xu En felt inexplicably nervous.
“He’s a philanthropist named Liu Xinming,” Xu En explained to her, “my business partner for this deal, but he was attacked by an enemy for some unknown reason, and now he’s in the ICU.”
“Liu Xinming?” Bai Lian remembered the banner that had been hanging in the cafeteria before.
She had some impression of him.
Weng Qi had also mentioned before that this person was indeed a philanthropist.
With her excellent memory, she recalled that Liu Xinming was not just a philanthropist, but also a shareholder of “Time Media,” as mentioned by Weng Qi.
He was also Yan Lu’s boss.
“Are you two close?” she asked.
Xu En shook his head, “Not really, just business partners.”
“Okay, I’ll ask Dr. Lance for you,” Bai Lian withdrew her gaze, thinking for a moment, “you ask Yan Lu about her recent whereabouts and news for me, and it’s best if you can give me her phone number, too.”
“Yan Lu?” Xu En found the name somewhat familiar.
In just a second, he remembered that she was the new artist he had recruited to promote Xiangcheng, “I know her. I’ll look it up for you right away.”
Xu En had recruited her casually.
Nobody knew that this public welfare activity was initiated by the Xu Family.
Very few artists would take on such public welfare activities.
Yan Lu was from Xiangcheng and was the first one to accept this public welfare activity; Xu En had a good impression of her. Later, when his assistant told him that Yan Lu had been blacklisted online for being ‘obsessive-compulsive,’ he still didn’t replace her.
This was the first time Bai Lian had asked him for a favor.
Xu En took it very seriously.
Without saying much more, he got back into the car and had his assistant start investigating what Yan Lu had been up to recently.
Bai Lian had asked casually, but Xu En could tell, so he added, “When you’re checking, be polite to people.”
“Be polite to her?” the assistant was somewhat confused.
The chairman of Time Entertainment had to be respectful towards Xu En, but did they need to be polite to Yan Lu, a small eighteen-tier artist under Time Media?
The assistant had to be clear about her status to know what level of politeness was appropriate.
“It’s Alian who asked me to check; she’s very interested in this artist,” Xu En drove into the crowd.
With that said, the assistant understood immediately.
Outside the milk tea shop.
Jiang Fulai stood with a stern face, his left hand tucked into his coat pocket, his right hand disdainfully holding a large cabbage plush pillow with two fingers.
The frost on his face was almost visible to the naked eye.
The sunlight reflecting off his face had the cold gleam of ice and snow.
Haughty, unapproachable, and threatening to grind anyone who came close.
Jiang He hugged his own cabbage backpack.
Standing two meters away from him.
Passersby dared not look directly at Jiang Fulai, but couldn’t help glancing at the cabbage in the cool guy’s hand.
Without looking, Bai Lian knew how much Jiang Fulai disdained Jiang He’s pillow.
“You brought the pillow for him?” Bai Lian walked over and couldn’t help but take a couple more glances at the pillow and then at his expression, while stroking her chin.
Jiang Fulai glanced coldly at Jiang He, his light eyes throwing daggers, “Hmm.”
Not too pleased.
“Hey, he brought it back to mine,” Bai Lian walked on, explaining for Jiang He, “My grandfather is making clothes for him, and he wants them to be like this.”
She pointed to the cabbage pillow in Jiang Fulai’s hand.
Jiang He had his own ideas.
He wanted Ji Heng to embroider the cabbage he was holding.
Since Jiang He went home with Bai Lian, Jiang Fulai had lately been staying in the lab.
This morning, Jiang He had specifically sent several voice messages to Jiang Fulai, asking him to bring his cabbage pillow when he came to school in the evening.
Jiang Fulai brought it to him with a cold face, despite his disdain.
Jiang He didn’t dare make a sound.
But once Bai Lian arrived, he cautiously began inching toward her step by step.
Finally, he took hold of the hem of Bai Lian’s school uniform.
“Your grandfather is making clothes for him?” Jiang Fulai flicked the wind chime, its crisp sound mixing with his icy voice, “Cabbage clothes?”
He glanced at Jiang He dismissively.
With a merciless sneer.
Jiang He tilted his head, refusing to look at Jiang Fulai at all.
“Don’t worry about it,” Bai Lian told Jiang Fulai to get in line, “since you’re so chatty, you go stand in line.”
Jiang Fulai glanced at the long queue and walked over coldly.
Then, suddenly, the line in front of him became crowded.
The people lining up behind him.
Kept a distance of one meter from him.
Bai Lian glanced over and suddenly felt Jiang Fulai was well-suited for queuing.
Because no matter where he queued, there would definitely be no one daring to cut in front of him, unlike Pu Xiaohan who often had people cut in line before her. She dared not speak up, at most mumbling softly about the lack of manners.