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Chapter 82: Jiang Xiaoniao, what does she owe you?_1
Chapter 82: Jiang Xiaoniao, what does she owe you?_1
Chapter 82: Jiang Xiaoniao, what does she owe you?_1
Translator: 549690339
Director Chen used several exclamation marks to express his surprise.
Ming Dongheng didn’t study this, his greatest breakthrough in life being that he had studied astronomy for a while, but he understood Director Chen’s meaning, “Very scarce?”
“Don’t be fooled by the current appearance that iridium doesn’t seem so expensive,” Director Chen shook his head, “you can’t buy it even if you go abroad to negotiate with those mine owners, it’s a prized commodity, you understand?”
The entire world is in short supply of iridium, yet the production of iridium is particularly low.
Domestically, to save on iridium, recycling efforts have been intensified.
Director Chen’s last mission was to negotiate the purchase of iridium in the F Continent, but he didn’t even get to see the mine owner. Despite having sufficient funds, he failed to acquire iridium for the country.
Therefore, he was very familiar with iridium metal and could recognize it at a glance.
Isn’t…
Who would hang a piece of iridium metal on their wrist like that?
And such a large, such a large piece?
This piece of iridium, if placed in Jiangjing University’s laboratory, how many people in the departments of physics and chemistry would go crazy?
“Two pounds?” Ming Dongheng’s focus was also odd as he looked in surprise at Bai Lian’s retreating figure.
He hadn’t noticed at all that she was carrying something weighing two pounds on her hand.
Across from them.
Jiang Fulai was about to say something, but seeing a figure walking slowly towards them, he took a deep breath.
Bai Lian looked at his cold face, then lowered her gaze to Jiang He who was squatting by the trash can, covering his ears.
She bent down slightly, pinching Jiang He’s collar with two fingers, lifting him up. She scrutinized him for a while with narrowed eyes, before lazily asking, “Are you little trash? Squatting by the trash can?”
Jiang Fulai quickly restored the Rubik’s cube to the steps Jiang He had set.
Upon hearing this, he stood coldly behind Bai Lian with one hand in his pocket, his tall figure slightly leaning, his pale eyes narrowly opened, sneering at Jiang He.
Jiang He’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Bai Lian.
Bai Lian let go, putting him down.
Jiang He clutched at her clothes tightly, hanging his head low, silent.
She didn’t ask why he was squatting there; after nearly a month of acquaintance, she knew that Jiang He had some issues with his personality.
Letting Jiang He cling to her clothes, she turned her head and looked at Jiang Fulai for a while.
Jiang Fulai was difficult to approach even in the best of moods, let alone when he was in a bad one.
Expressionless, his gaze lowered, Ming Dongheng didn’t dare to come close.
Taken aback by her casual glance, he too, was slightly stunned.
Just when Jiang Fulai was about to say something, Bai Lian suddenly spoke up, “Didn’t you sleep last night?”
Jiang Fulai was somewhat surprised.
He subconsciously looked himself over.
Even after a sleepless night, Young Master Jiang remained impeccably neat, spotless from head to toe, his hair unruffled, proudly elegant.
Still looking as dashing as ever.
His narrowed phoenix eyes betrayed no trace of fatigue.
“You should go back to sleep,” Bai Lian said lazily, patting Jiang He’s head and tilting her own slightly, her voice carrying a casual chuckle, “Leave Jiang He to me.”
She also handed Jiang He’s little bok choy packet to him, letting him hold it himself.
As for what Ming Dongheng mentioned about Director Chen needing to see Jiang Fulai.
Bai Lian didn’t mention a word of it.
Under normal circumstances, Jiang Fulai and Jiang He would be at an impasse for at least a day; Jiang He would ignore everyone, insisting on squatting alone like this.
He would cover his ears whenever someone spoke, refusing to eat or sleep.
Jiang Fulai, often busy, would still have to make time to watch over him and ensure he ate, frequently sitting beside him with a laptop.
Both were quite resilient; it was just a matter of who couldn’t bear the sleeplessness first.
Unsurprisingly, it was always Jiang He who fell asleep first.
Today marked the first time Jiang He had a breakdown since coming to Xiangcheng, an occurrence both unexpected and routine for Jiang Fulai.
Perhaps not expecting Bai Lian to respond in that way, Jiang Fulai slightly lifted his gaze.
It was after a pause of about a minute that he replied calmly, “Hmm.”
The two adults and one child walked in the opposite direction.
Bai Lian, with one hand carrying her backpack and the other holding Jiang He’s hand, led him into the library.
Jiang Fulai stood beside the car, hands still in his pockets, his tall figure elongated by the morning sun. His cold and exquisite face was illuminated by the golden light, looking even more unapproachable.
He watched as the two entered the library.
Only after they had gone inside did he withdraw his gaze, get into the car, and said indifferently, “Let’s go.”
Director Chen had already planned to disclose the following matters.
But he didn’t expect Jiang Fulai to say “Let’s go.”
He sat down in the passenger seat, immediately looking towards Ming Dongheng for help.
Ming Dongheng, at the driver’s seat, was also surprised, fearing he had misunderstood Jiang Fulai’s intent, “Back to the manor?”