LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 62 - 62: 026 is it a loan or not! Monthly Test_3
Chapter 62: 026 is it a loan or not! Monthly Test_3
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He asked Bai Lian.
Bai Lian shook her head, “No.”
“That’s good,” Zhang Shize breathed a sigh of relief, “Even you haven’t finished it, so the physics teacher probably won’t scold me this time.”
Bai Lian glanced at him and didn’t tell him that she had finished everything in physics.
She looked down to reply to Jiang Fulai!s WeChat message— [I’ll take the bus in the afternoon]
Teacher Jiang: [Okay, I’ll be back in the afternoon]
Jiang He had said the tokamak could be disassembled, but Bai Lian had no time this week other than for classes and tutoring; only today did she finally have some time.
She took the bus back to Purest Street.
As soon as she got off the bus, she saw Mao Kun squatting alone at the bus stop, looking glum.
“What happened?” she noticed the bruise on Mao Kun’s face.
“My godfather had it made for you,” Mao Kun handed the item to Bai Lian, touching his head, “The Backter Street’s fight club guys beat me up.” The fight club was the strongest presence on Backter Street.
“Thank you,” Bai Lian didn’t reply to that, just took the package of wool needles he handed over, and didn’t glance at him until she was on her way to Purest Street, “So weak.’
Mao Kun: ‘
Wanted to cry.
“Wait for me here in this alley at ten o’clock tonight.” She turned and entered the alley; when Mao Kun looked up, all he saw was a wisp of light blue skirt hem fluttering by.
Niao Kun pondered her words.
Suddenly excited, he ran to the No. 112 grocery store and worked for a while.
The store manager was now more easy-going with Xiaomao, “Xiaomao, Alian is right, you’re a good kid.”
He handed a bottle of Want Want milk to Mao Kun.
Mao Kun grinned foolishly, carrying the milk as he moved the goods inside, just in time to see two patrolling policemen. He glanced at them and, despite his injured face, he was cocky, “What are you looking at, dead…
“Xiaomao,” the store manager said sternly, “be polite to the police officers.”
Xiaomao grudgingly uttered, “Oh.”
Then, when the manager wasn’t looking, he turned back and glared fiercely at the two men.
The two “uncles” who had just been notified of Xiaomao’s scuffle with a mercenary:
In Ji Hengs courtyard.
Today was Ji Hengs birthday, and Ji Shaojun along with Shen Qing had both come.
Shen Qing wore a sycophantic smile on her face, bustling about and serving tea and water to a tall woman in formal attire.
“President Ren, please have a seat and rest for a bit; they’ll be a while longer.” Shen Qing wiped the chair that had been brought out with her sleeve, placed it next to the woman, and looked up with an eager-to-please expression in her eyes.
Ji Shaojun and Ji Shaorong were busy in the kitchen.
Ren Jiawei, dressed in a beige suit, holding a mobile phone, looked distinguished and shrewd with her slightly narrowed eyes.
She ignored Shen Qing.
Beside Ren Jiawei, her secretary looked up and down at Shen Qing with a faint smile, saying, “No need to bother, if President Ren needs anything, I’ll take care of it.’
Shen Qing, under the secretary’s meaningful gaze, chuckled awkwardly and stepped aside.
Someone pushed open the gate to the courtyard.
Ren Jiawei narrowed her eyes and looked over, focusing on the newly arrived girl.
Assessing her.
Ren Jiawei had heard about this niece from her father, daughter, and Ji Shaorong, but this was their first meeting.
The girl was dressed in a light blue dress, the brand of which was unrecognizable—probably made by Ji Heng.
She had seen Ren Wanxuan bring many back, but Ji Heng had put them all away.
“Miss Bai,” the secretary, who had met Bai Lian a few times, greeted her with a smile.
At the same time, he conveyed to Ren Jiawei, “This is Bai Lian.”
“Bai Lian?” she spoke up, her eyes half-closed.
Shen Qing quickly began to speak, lest Bai Lian e s temperament inadvertently upset the Ren Family, “Alian, this is your second aunt; greet her!”
Bai Lian guessed who it might be, took off her headphones while nodding to the secretary, then acknowledged Ren Jiawei with a nod.
As good as greeting her.
Ren Qian and Shen Qing had both said Bai Lian was very polite, yet today it seemed just the opposite.
Ren Jiawei held her phone, her brow furrowing slightly. She was never one for beating around the bush, “Wanxuan said you have the Jiangjing Physics book.
How much would it cost to sell it to me?”
Bai Lian’s dark pupils slightly constricted, a strand of untied hair drifting down to rest on her pale neck.
Her tone was very calm, “Not for sale.”
“Two hundred thousand, is that enough?” Ren Jiawei lifted her chin.
In her eyes, two hundred thousand was more than enough. People on this street might not save that much in ten years, and the sum was more than sufficient for a single book.
Bai Lian didn’t acknowledge her at all, walking straight to her room.
No one expected Bai Lian to react this way.
The secretary was momentarily startled; he took a couple of steps to catch up with Bai Lian, lowering his voice, “Miss Bai, President Ren came today for this matter. You won’t understand the book, so sell it to Miss Wanxuan. Consider it a favor owed to you by the Ren Family.. It’s just a book; surely you’re not so small-minded?”