The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 181: 068 Ren Qian suspended, VIP member!_2

Jiang Fulai sat on the sofa, taking the new cup emblazoned with “Darunduo Supermarket,” and gracefully blew on it before taking a sip, “Of course.”

When it came to bluffing, Jiang Fulai had a knack for it.

Just by sitting there, he was as formidable as an army of thousands, so much so that even if he told Shen Qing the sun in the sky was square, she would feel there was some sense to his words.

“Good,” Shen Qing’s eyes darted around, as she started to inquire more about Jiang Fulai, “Xiaojiang, where are you from…”

Bai Lian was listening on the side and it was giving her a headache.

“Auntie, we still need to go make some checks outside.” She picked up Jiang He, “So we’ll be leaving now.”

“Hey—” Shen Qing yelled from inside the door, “Hehe, remember to come play with your sister next time!”

Jiang He, being held by Bai Lian, struggled to turn back to look at Shen Qing.

It wasn’t until they reached the downstairs that Bai Lian set him down, and Jiang He stared at the several excavators that had just entered the neighborhood for quite a while.

Bai Lian didn’t go to the library in the afternoon.

Ming Dongheng drove to the address she mentioned.

It was an old district in the east of the city. He parked the car, and as he looked up, he saw a dilapidated small quadrangle and was taken aback, “This is…”

Jiang Fulai also got out of the car and stood in front of the gate, looking at the partially hanging sign—

[Xingyi Martial Arts School]

The quadrangle was quite large, probably about five or six acres.

But it was almost suburban, with hardly any passersby.

The gate was made of thick red elm, and the four door studs had nearly faded, but one could still make out the peonies; the bronze door rings had revealed their true color.

Bai Lian stepped onto the stairs and gently tapped the door ring three times.

No one came to open the door.

“Are you looking for Master Jin?” A man passing by on an electric scooter wiped his sweat with a towel and grinned, “He should have gone to work on the construction site by now, probably won’t be back until ten tonight.”

Bai Lian already knew from Mao Kun that this martial arts school had closed down.

But she had never expected that the owner of the martial arts school would be on a construction site.

“Thank you,” she lowered her hand and thanked the man.

“I want to start the Calligraphy Association next door,” Bai Lian descended the steps, step by step, sharing her idea with Jiang Fulai, “This martial arts school is quite extensive, I’ve looked it up online.”

The Calligraphy Association wouldn’t need much space.

Jiang Fulai looked up, glancing at the tightly closed door next to the martial arts school. Almost from the moment Ming Dongheng had driven here, he had guessed what Bai Lian had in mind.

He led Bai Lian around the area, pointing across the spacious front of the martial arts school, “We can apply for a bus stop here; transportation is always the most important thing, no matter what.”

Bai Lian had initially handed the Calligraphy Association entirely over to the Ministry of Culture and Tourism, but today she changed her mind.

Leaving it to them, the people of Xiangcheng might not have equal opportunity to learn calligraphy.

She decided to do it herself.

And there was the martial arts school.

Bai Lian looked up, her gaze falling upon the hanging sign.

She remembered Mao Kun saying that most children these days learn Taekwondo or Judo, and Ning Xiao mentioned that Muay Thai was also popular.

She withdrew her gaze.

“A martial arts school?” Bai Lian was not used to typing on a computer, so Jiang Fulai sat in the car, pulled out his laptop, opened a document, and began typing on the keyboard one-handed to help her draft the business plan, “What else?”

The laptop rested casually on his knees, his pale fingers against the black keyboard. Occasionally, he would turn his head and listen attentively to Bai Lian’s ideas.

After finishing, he also sent it to Jiang Xijue to brainstorm.

When Jiang Xijue, who was decisive in financial circles, thought Jiang Fulai had sent him some crucial document, he interrupted a meeting to return to his office to check, only to find a regional Calligraphy Association and Martial Arts Hall plan…

And in a situation where Qiu Xuezheng, the adversary, was at his wits’ end, he soon received a business plan that could be described as perfect.

At the Ren Family home.

Ji Shaorong looked at the gift thrown outside by Ren Wanxuan and couldn’t help pressing his forehead.

He was used to it by now; whenever Ren Wanxuan lost her temper, she liked to throw things around, regardless of whether they were gifts from him or from Ren Qian; she had tossed them all into the trash can. But Ren Qian’s way of raising a daughter was to pamper her with wealth.

He saw no problem with it.

Ren Wanxuan was raised by Ren Qian, and it was not Ji Shaorong’s place to intervene. Sometimes when he said too much, the secretary-general would accuse him of trying to take advantage of the “Ren Family.”

Not even Ren Jiawei could intervene.

Ji Shaorong picked up the gift with a heavy heart.

On his way downstairs, he saw the secretary-general coming in from outside. They never got along, and their antipathy had become even more evident in the recent years.

But today, the secretary-general did not have the time to mock him.

He went upstairs with a pale face to find Ren Qian.

As soon as he entered the study, a teacup came smashing his way!