MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning-Chapter 27 0 Rebellion, Jiangjing Preparatory Camp
Chapter 27 027 Rebellious, Jiangjing Preparatory Camp
The Secretary-General came more than Ren Jiawei, and this time Ren Jiawei brought him along on purpose.
At first, he thought that taking the book from Bai Po's hand was just a matter of one sentence.
Not to mention that they took money that far exceeded the value of the book, just because of the Ren family's reputation, he didn't understand why Bai Po refused without thinking.
"Of course, I'm absolutely narrow-minded. You can still stand here and breathe," Bai Jian stopped, she threw the earphones, and glanced at him, "It's the limit of my patience, so you'd better stay with me." Pretend to be a little more decent in front of grandpa."
The Secretary-General is used to bullying his superiors and inferiors, and he is willing to pay more attention to the Ji family because of Ren Qian's attention.
But he didn't expect that Bai Po, who he didn't pay attention to, would not give him the slightest face.
At this time, the smile on the lips froze.
In the middle hall, Ji Heng is wearing reading glasses.
He holds a handcuff in his left hand, and a new cigarette rod between the thumb and index finger of his right hand.
Bai Po recognized that the cigarette rod was specially picked for Ji Shaojun in the mall when he accompanied her to Beicheng last time.
Ji Heng pushed down the reading glasses with his stretched hands, and looked at the people in the yard, "Ah Po is back? Come and see the colors I embroidered for you."
He could see that the atmosphere of the few people was a little off, but he didn't say a word.
only lightly said to Bai Po.
"Grandpa," Bai Po didn't go back to the room, put his schoolbag on the stone table in the yard, and went to wrap his arms around Ji Heng's shoulders, "Why are you still embroidering today..."
He took a puff of the cigarette, and the light smoke dispersed.
The secretary-general frowned indistinctly, smelling the smell of low-quality tobacco.
Through the smoke, Bai Po turned her head slightly. In the smoke, she raised her eyebrows at the Secretary-General and smiled arrogantly, and said silently—
【Don't make trouble】
The Secretary-General suppressed the coldness in his eyes, and when he looked up at Ren Jiawei again, he was very puzzled, "Mr. Ren, look at her..."
Which person in Xiangcheng does not avoid the limelight when they meet their Ren family?
Even the Chen family, which has been in the limelight recently, dare not be so arrogant to him.
"Oh, Mr. Ren," Shen Qing said quickly, a little afraid that Ren Jiawei would get angry because of this, "Ah Po is just a child with a temper, don't bother with her, what kind of book is it, right, I'll talk to her tonight..."
Ren Jiawei ignored Shen Qing.
She looked at Bai Po thoughtfully, and greeted Ji Heng indifferently: "Happy birthday to you, I have a meeting to leave first."
Ji Heng smoked a cigarette and let out a "huh".
Wait until Ji Heng and Bai Po entered the room, she glanced at the secretary-general, "Okay, if you don't sell it, don't sell it, I still have a meeting."
She took out her mobile phone to reply to the message, and walked out the door.
Ren Jiawei is a fashionista, and Ji Heng is two extremes.
Trends and traditions collide, and the two can't understand each other. She firmly believes that all fashion and development have the significance of the times, and Ji Heng's old-fashioned style should be changed.
Ji Heng insisted on it all the time, but Ren Jiawei didn't care if he couldn't screw it up.
"Okay." The Secretary-General nodded.
He sent Ren Jiawei out.
**
Ren Jiawei found her car parked on Qingshui Street after detours, and then called Ren Qian.
"Is this what you mean by being good?" She drove for a while, parked the car on the side of the road, and smiled: "Did you frame me?"
"What's wrong?" Ren Qian just came out of a meeting with a surprised tone.
He put the notepad aside.
"I just went to Ji's house, and I want to buy that book from that well-mannered niece you mentioned..." Ren Jiawei held her mobile phone in one hand and rested the other on the steering wheel, and the shadows of passing trees enveloped her.
Ren Wanxuan is destined to take the path of studies, and the business she built has not yet found a suitable successor.
Before Ji Shaorong said that his niece didn't seem to be doing very well in studies, so she started to train her niece.
But the white scorpion in Ren Wanxuan's mouth made Ren Jiawei retreat a little.
Thinking that this niece is Shen Qing's type, she was thinking about it from the beginning.
Ren Jiawei thought about Bai Po's clothes made by Ji Heng.
This niece seems to be rebellious by nature, she looks like Ji Heng but doesn't look like her.
"She didn't give it to you?" Ren Qian was also surprised.
"She is different from that Shen Qing, but she is better than Ji Lao stubborn," Ren Jiawei commented, and said: "I still have a meeting, so I hang up first."
She hung up the phone.
On the phone, Ren Qian was used to Ren Jiawei's aggressive attitude.
He will call the Secretary General.
Ask about it.
"It's more than not given." The Secretary-General went out and walked in the alley. He didn't bother to mention Bai Po's attitude. As far as her etiquette was concerned, Ren Wanxuan didn't even have a tenth of it. "It's just two faces."
"Let's talk about it later," Ren Qian was very surprised, thinking about Ren Jiawei's "naturally rebellious", "Don't treat their family with your attitude at the negotiating table..."
Ren Qian is not very clear about that book, but judging by the attitudes of Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu, he knows it is very important.
"Sir," the Secretary-General, as Ren Qian's confidant, was not cautious when people saw him on weekdays. He glanced coldly at the yard behind him, but his voice was respectful and irrelevant to his face, expressing his worthlessness for Ren Qian, "You Be considerate of them, but when you're not around, the Ji family won't pretend..."
The secretary-general is used to giving orders.
After a long time, I forgot that I also started from the grassroots step by step.
He is cautious and humble in front of Ren Qian, but not in front of others.
Ren Qian was taken aback, he pondered for a while, and naturally had no doubts about the secretary: "The foundation of Ji's family is there, and Bai Po is also a bit young and energetic. Broaden your horizons, do you need to meet them?"
To put it bluntly, it means that the Ji family is not worthy of his temper.
Ren Qian said softly, "Let's put aside the matter of inviting her to Ren's house for now."
"I know, sir." The secretary-general said respectfully.
He listened to Ren Qian's tone of displeasure, and smiled slightly.
The Ren family had long intended to invite Bai Po to the Ren family, but because of his words today, the Ren family gave up this idea.
He is Ren Qian's number one leader, and he is good at smooth talk.
The re-election Wanxuan always called him "uncle" when she saw him.
But no one dared to shake his face like Bai Po.
The Secretary-General thought for a while, then took out his mobile phone and reported the news to Ren Wanxuan.
**
Ji family.
Ren Qian's secretary-general didn't stay for dinner after all. The rest of the family was happy.
Ji Heng put the wool needle given to him by Bai Po at hand, held the cigarette rod given by Ji Shaojun in one hand, and shredded tobacco Ji Shaorong gave him on the other.
Shen Qing and Bai Po helped to serve the dishes up.
Ji Shaojun took a stack of bowls and put them on the side of the pot to serve everyone. Through the window, Ji Heng looked at the wool needle carefully.
"How do you know that today is your grandfather's birthday?" He whispered to Bai Po who came to the kitchen to serve the dishes.
Bai Po lowered her head and picked up a can of soup steadily. She looked cold in her snow-blue clothes today, and smiled: "This is not the reason why you secretly bought cigarette rods."
"It's alarmist," Ji Shaojun immediately turned his head, refusing to face up to the question, "When did I secretly buy it?"
Bai Po raised his eyebrows, and walked out of the kitchen with the soup in his hand.
Shen Qing just came in, and it seemed that her snow-colored delicate fingers were holding the freshly stewed earthen jar, and she quickly said, "Why don't you take a rag to put it on, give it to me, come!"
She took the earthen jar from Bai Po's hand, "Go and arrange the chopsticks."
After all, he grew up in a wealthy family and doesn't understand the common sense of life.
Bai Po touched her nose, she didn't feel it was hot, but it was obvious that Shen Qing didn't believe it.
Silently set the chopsticks.
At the dinner table, Ji Heng sat beside him.
Ji Shaorong and Ji Shaojun are looking at the wool needle that Bai Po made for him.
Embroidery has not kept up with the times, so that the woolen needle is basically lost now.
Few people use it, and there are no polishing shops in the whole Xiangcheng.
I don't know where Bai Ke found someone to build it.
The white tiger logo was faintly tattooed on the cloth bag that packed the wool needles, and the few people present didn't pay attention to this logo.
If someone from the Ren family is here, they will definitely recognize it. This is clearly the symbol of the White Tiger Auction House!
There is no family member for a meal, and the meal is peaceful.
After the meal, Shen Qing and Ji Shaojun put away the bowls and chopsticks, "Well, Ah Su really left the Bai family?"
In the kitchen, Shen Qing asked Ji Shaojun in a low voice while no one else was there.
"Yes," Ji Shaojun wiped the washed dishes without raising his head: "The household registration books have all been moved here."
"Hey, let me tell you about your Ji family," Shen Qing said angrily, "Is there a muscle that hasn't been screwed properly, so don't leave even if the older family doesn't like it, it's good to have a drink of soup, don't you think she is stupid…"
Halfway through speaking, when she saw Ji Heng from the window, Shen Qing stopped talking, and took the bowl from Ji Shaojun's hand viciously.
"Get out I don't want to see you right now!"
In the afternoon, Ji Heng and the others are going to Qingshui Street to worship the Tree God.
Bai Po was going to Jiang He, so he took his schoolbag and waited for the tree **** to take the car directly from there.
Shen Qing followed her to the end, seeing that the three men in front were not paying attention, she lowered her voice: "Why didn't you agree with what Mr. Ren said at noon? This is also a good thing for you. Now that you have come to Xiangcheng, you will have to stay in Xiangcheng in the future." Is Xiangcheng living a life?"
Bai Po held the earphones to memorize words, and listened to Shen Qing's questioning, she turned down the volume of the earphones a little.
"Oh, I know about this matter." Bai Li's bright red lips tugged, and he reached out to take the leaves off Shen Qing's head, his black eyes were full of calmness.
Shen Qing tilted his head, looking at her half-lowered long eyelashes, almond eyes slightly closed.
I can't say the rest of the words.
The current Baijia looks much more pleasing to the eye than the one seen a few years ago. It is also a wealthy family, and the Bai family has more heritage than the Ren family.
She didn't expect that Bai Po would be so polite to her and the Ji family.
The Ren family members always look at them with their nostrils.
Shen Qing, who grew up in a slum since she was a child, is used to being humble and lowering her attitude towards them, because she has seen these people who can change the life trajectory of ordinary people with a single word.
Shen Qing didn't say anything more, but a strange thought welled up in his heart,
If Ji Shaojun lets Bai Po live there now, she probably won't refuse.
**
The manor in the center of Xiangcheng.
Chen Ju sat downstairs very awkwardly. He drank the tea he poured himself, and looked carefully at Jiang Fuli standing by the flower window from the corner of his eye.
Jiang Fuli was holding the phone, because he was at home, only wearing soft black home clothes.
Holding a black earphone in a jade-like hand, he said coldly, "So you don't need to think about it, Jiang Xijue's brain has also been invaded by you?"
"..."
While praying for the person on the other end of the phone, Chen Ju was thinking about why he came here today.
He obviously heard the gossip that Jiang Fuli was in a good mood recently.
Chen Ju held the teacup to ease his tension.
Jiang He had been squatting at the gate when Jiang Fuli was speaking, Chen Ju really wanted to squat with him.
As he was thinking, the sound of tires rubbing against the road came from outside.
Looking up again, Ming Dongheng brought the girl in. With just one glance, Chen Ju recognized that this was the girl he saw here last time.
As soon as Bai Po came in, he saw Jiang He squatting at the door.
She stretched out her hand to grab him by the back of the neck, lifted him up, raised her brows lazily and brightly, "Little illiterate, what are you squatting here for?"
Bai Po didn't deliberately lower his voice, and the empty, silent and cold hall was broken by her.
Chen Ju's eyes widened, and he hurriedly looked at Bai Po, motioning her to keep a low voice while mourning for her.
How can someone be so ignorant when this guy gets angry.
Just as he was thinking about it, Jiang Fuli lowered his voice, "Let Jiang Xijue report to me later."
Then cut off the phone.
"It's very early," Jiang Fuli put the phone in his pocket, and said calmly, "Let's go to the laboratory first."
He took Bai Po and went out with Jiang He.
In the lobby, Chen Ju, who was still holding a teacup, seemed to have seen a ghost. He first glanced at Ming Dongheng, and then asked cautiously: "Mr. Ming, Young Master Jiang..."
Ming Dongheng was no longer surprised, but he only gave Chen Ju four cold words: "Don't ask too many questions."
The humble Chen Ju didn't dare to say a word.
I just thought in my heart, I should be very polite to that Miss Bai just now, right?
"By the way," Chen Ju remembered the business, "Is your master in the Heishui Street fighting field?"
"Well," Ming Dongheng replied sullenly, "It's useless for you to look for me. My master doesn't see me, and Young Master Jiang doesn't even see him..."
"Huh?" Chen Ju had a headache, "But your master is the only eighth-dan martial arts master today..."
Ming Dongheng was helpless.
**
next door.
Jiang Fuli's laboratory.
He didn't do anything, just watched the two dismantle the vortex ring collider with his arms crossed.
Bai Ke disassembled and observed the inside for a while, and finally understood, "It turned out to be formed by using the difference in friction of the outer ring. It should have a wide range of uses, and its collision energy is very large."
"Yes," Jiang Fuli nodded, "The mushroom cloud in daily life is based on this principle."
Waiting for one big and one small to finish watching the vortex ring, it was almost dark.
"By the way," Jiang Fuli sent Bai Po a link when he was about to leave the laboratory, "Here is a software for you to download. This is the invitation code, all in capital letters."
As he spoke, he reported a string of keys.
He knows Bai Po's memory, so he doesn't need to repeat it a second time.
Bai Po and Jiang He came to the hall.
The servant brought tea and fruit, Bai Po and Jiang He sat on the side, picked up the teacup and sniffed lightly, his eyes brightened slightly.
Ming Dongheng was observing Bai Po, and was also surprised to see her sniffing tea.
He asked Xu Nanjing that the market price of old banzhang tea is very high.
The Jiang family is the only one who can drink like this.
This Miss Bai obviously lives in Qingshui Street, but she feels that she is very familiar with Laobanzhang tea?
Bai Po finished drinking tea, and Jiang He was twisting the Rubik's Cube beside him.
She remembered the link Jiang Fuli gave her, so she clicked on the direct download. After the download was complete, she saw a blue app appearing on her phone—
Jiangjing University preparatory camp.
This is the name of the company that she has heard countless times in the Bai family and in the training class in Xiangcheng.
The original owner even cheated for this app.
She pointed her finger at the phone screen, and couldn't help but look up at Jiang Fuli.
He was sitting opposite the sofa, with his left hand resting casually on the side of the sofa, talking to Chen Ju who hadn't left yet, seeing her look over, his shallow eyes drooped slightly, as if asking "what's the matter".
Bai Po didn't speak, she looked away, the snow-blue clothes pressed her too fair skin, and her eyes were black and white.
Slowly tap the app with your fingertips, and the security key will pop up.
She enters the key given by Jiang Fuli and enters the registration page.
Under Jiang He’s gaze, he casually entered the account name—
Picking up in vain.
Jiang He beside her: "..."
Turned his head silently, twisting the Rubik's Cube silently.
After registering, log in to the app directly. Once you enter, you can see three sections. The right is the ranking, and the left is "this month's question bank" and "limited time challenge".
Bai Po took a look and saw that the ranking has two columns, one is "points ranking this month" and the other is "total ranking".
She clicked on the monthly ranking of the newcomers this year, showing the names of all the newcomers from top to bottom, and the white scroll slowly flipped through—
NO.1 Liang Wuyu 28896
NO.2 Xu Zhiyue 28152
…
NO.39 Song Ming 21589
…
NO.464 Bai Shaoqi 17453
…
NO.552 Pick up 0
The number of people who registered this year is only 552, and the gap in ratings becomes smaller as the time goes on. Those who can get places in the preparatory camp are all geniuses, showing their absolute talent.
So they all use their real names, and few people use their ids as casually as Bai Po.
"See, Liang Wuyu, the top candidate for next year's champion, I bet him a million dollars, I hope he won't let me down." Chen Ju saw the page of the app at a glance, and said proudly.
Suddenly saw Bai Po 552, and hurriedly made amends: "Miss Bai, come on, as long as you enter the top 300 in the monthly ranking, you will have the hope of entering Jiangjing University. I believe in you! I will pressure you to enter Jiangjing University when you go back tonight!"
Bai Po raised his eyebrows, only hearing "total score", subconsciously clicked on the total score next to it, and was blinded as soon as he opened it—
Haha guess Django points, good night!
(end of this chapter)
