Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 195: A Kiss Worth a Hundred Million!

Security guard...

Bao Gucheng’s thoughts were entirely focused on Zuzi and he didn’t care about these titles, but that doesn’t mean Lord Commander of the Empire, with his illustrious achievements, shouldn’t be shown the respect befitting his status.

From the helicopter cockpit not far away, Wei Yang stuck his head out, shouting hoarsely, "Hey! You old man, how dare you call our master that?!"

The voice pierced through the air, leaving Professor Feng Tang momentarily dumbfounded.

What?

Is the security guard’s colleague a helicopter pilot?

He had been buried in archaeological research at the university, running between the ancient tomb, library, and classroom every day, so he was somewhat oblivious to the ways of the world.

Even though in the sunset’s lingering light, the man’s uniform was fully visible, the deep green, finely tailored coat, and the faint golden epaulettes on his shoulders were subtly signaling his tremendously noble status.

But, old bookworm Feng Tang still couldn’t recognize the rank represented by those epaulettes.

"Security guard or driver, I don’t care who you are, you can’t leave, you must compensate for my wine jar! It’s a national first-class protected artifact, incredibly valuable!"

Feng Tang held the broken shards with a heartache.

Bao Gucheng casually picked something to throw at him and it turned out to be a billion-dollar antique! Nuwa’s wine jar, an irreparable god-tier relic ah ah ah.

He wouldn’t let the perpetrator leave no matter what he said.

Seeing that Bao Gucheng didn’t have much time to spare, Zuzi slightly curled her lips and soothingly said to Feng Tang, like calming a crying child:

"Be good. Xiao Cheng is very busy. As for the wine jar, since you broke one, I’ll compensate you with a pair."

Bao Gucheng’s lips twitched slightly: "I’ll handle this. I’ll have someone send him a check later."

Since the wine jar is so valuable, there’s even more reason for Miss Zuzi not to take on this burden for him.

He broke it; he’ll compensate for it.

Feng Tang looked at the two of them speaking so lightly, it was really like they were swindlers: "You make it sound so easy, a security guard can come up with a billion? And you, a student kid, where do you get an antique wine jar from!"

Zuzi nonchalantly said: "My ancestors have plenty."

Beside them, Wu Minghao quickly chimed in: "Yes, yes, Zuzi’s family is in the antique business!"

Who knew, just after helping out with a sentence, there would be someone undermining it from behind: "Hehe, Professor Feng, don’t listen to Zuzi’s nonsense. The Xis’ business belongs to her parents and brother and has nothing to do with her. I advise you to just call the police directly!"

Fang Yumei sauntered over with a sarcastic tone from where the Nanshan Class was.

Now whenever she saw Zuzi, she would feel hatred; not only did she ruin her image as the most beautiful English teacher, but this village girl had also somehow become popular and turned into some kind of heiress, while she hadn’t even secured her position as the lady of the Xi family, and Zuzi was trying to settle herself as the Xi family’s heiress?

And she wanted to use Xi Yuanshan’s money to clean up the mess she created?

No way!

Feng Tang listened to everyone’s chatter, feeling somewhat hesitant: "Since your school’s teacher said so, then let’s call the police..."

Who knew.

Zuzi lightly raised her hand: "What’s the rush. Ancestor said to compensate you with a pair, just wait a moment."

The little crow was sent off on an errand.

She then dialed another number: "Xiao Wu, have the wine jars from the backyard been dug out yet? Hmm, I’m sending someone to get them now."

Seeing Zuzi giving instructions so earnestly, as if she was actually arranging things.

But only a crow flew past her.

Fang Yumei sneered: "Taking unwanted broken wine jars from the Xi family and passing them off as antiques, how childish and ridiculous!"

Zuzi cast her an indifferent glance: "They’re not from the Xi family. They’re my ancestors’."

Fang Yumei, not wanting to appear weak in front of her classmates, put her hands on her hips, ready to seize this opportunity to regain face: "Hmph, if you can produce a valuable antique wine jar, I’ll..."

Zuzi smirked: "What will you do?"

Fang Yumei, provoked, blurted out: "I’ll stop using the surname Fang!"

Zuzi leisurely turned to Feng Tang: "And you? Want to join in?"

Feng Tang pursed his lips: "If you can indeed produce Nuwa’s antique, then it means my brain is filled with water, and it would be better for me to remove the two dots from Professor Feng and be called Professor Ma."

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