Chapter 892: 351 times back to Beicheng! Who does Xingjiang District belong to?_2
He was already the hardest to approach in Class Fifteen, and these past two years, influenced by Jiang Fulai, his aura became even colder.
The middle-aged man immediately took his youngest son and fled as if escaping.
"Sister Yang, do you want us to take you back?" Tang Ming asked.
"Itâs fine," Yang Lin shook her head, "Iâm going to the market to buy some things."
Ning Xiao held the phone.
On the other end of the phone was Xu Nanjing, who was inquiring about Ning Xiaoâs work on extracting uranium from seawater. It seemed he had overheard Zhang Shizeâs voice and he paused slightly, "What are you doing?"
"Yang Lin just got stopped by someone, we came over to check," Ning Xiao lowered his gaze, speaking succinctly.
The call ended.
Zhang Shize smoothly switched the ball to his other hand and freed one hand to drape it over Weng Qiâs shoulder, "Sister Yang canât be like this, I have to mention it to Sister Bai Lian and Golden Hall Master."
It was to get Sister Yang to start exercising.
**
Beicheng now has both a high-speed train and flights available with Xiangcheng.
Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai took a flight to Beicheng.
It would take eight to nine hours by car, but the flight got them to Beicheng in less than two hours.
Ming Dongheng hadnât come with them as he had to go to Backter Street for the gladiatorial contest, and the person who came to receive Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai was a familiar faceâthe general manager of Jiahao Hotel, Xie Zhongfei.
Xie Zhongfei drove the car steadily to Jiahao Hotel, and then left the car keys with Jiang Fulai.
He didnât dare to linger.
The rooms reserved for Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai were still on the third floor, with their rooms next to each other.
Jiang He didnât come along.
These days he followed Ji Heng around with a chessboard, beating everyone in the alley, young and old, into an invincible state.
Now, the idle elders in the alley would run away upon seeing the father and son duo holding their stools.
It was a rare trip to Beicheng for Bai Lian, naturally, she also wanted to see the Calligraphy Association, as well as Zhou Wenbo.
During the New Year, Zhou Wenbo sent New Yearâs gifts to Bai Lian through Zhou Wenqing.
This time coming to Beicheng, Bai Lian had also prepared some tobacco for them.
She was on the phone with Zhou Wenbo in front, the visit was so sudden that Zhou Wenbo didnât have time to prepare, "How come youâre back already, Iâll wait for you at the Calligraphy Association tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Bai Lian followed behind the lobby manager.
The manager held two room cards in his hands, opened the door to Bai Lianâs room, stood aside to let the two of them in.
She had just finished speaking on the phone with Zhou Wenbo.
Lin Guangxuâs call followed immediately after, "Miss Bai, will you go to the headquarters tomorrow?"
Bai Lian stood in the living room of the suite, watching Jiang Fulai open the window curtain, lazily leaning against the table with his tall figure, while his other hand braced against the tableâs surface, "Tomorrow afternoon, I have other things in the morning."
Jiang Fulai drew the curtain open, from the third floor, one could only see the scenery below the hotel.
He took a step back.
Turning to look at Bai Lian, she had just finished speaking with Lin Guangxu and was slowly sending messages to Xu Zhiyue and a few others left in Jiangjing laboratory.
Her beautiful brows and eyes gathered solemnly, like a heavy ink-painted landscape.
Jiang Fulai glanced over, his narrow eyes slightly squinting, then slowly walked over, pressed her hand that was on the table down, and kissed her slightly tender lips.
**
Meanwhile.
Rose Colored Clubhouse.
Lin Guangxu walked into the private room from outside.
In the room, Bai Qiming and Song Minâs father stood up to greet Lin Guangxu with an extended hand, introducing themselves, "Director Lin, hello, I am Bai Qiming."
Lin Guangxu greeted them politely, "I assume both President Bai and President Song are aware of Xuankangâs project in Beicheng. This is the first time Xuankang is going online in the center of Beicheng. We are collaborating with Luo Pharmaceuticals, and we have already obtained the license certification from Beicheng City authorities."
Luo Pharmaceuticals was undoubtedly the leading pharmaceutical company in Asia.
Even Bai Qiming, who didnât deal much with the pharmaceutical industry, knew of Luo Pharmaceuticalsâ status.
"Of course, President Lin," Bai Qiming sat upright with a serious demeanor, glanced at his secretary behind him, who immediately took out the press release documents of the Bai Family and Song Family, "We also ask you to believe in our alliance with the Song Family. Together, we will move forward side by side."
Lin Guangxuâs eyes skimmed over the document.
Before coming to Beicheng, Lin Guangxu had already investigated the situation, and indeed, both the Bai Family and the Song Family stood out in terms of strength.
However...
Lin Guangxu just shook his head without saying a word.
Beside him, a young waitress added wine to Lin Guangxuâs glass.
Bai Qiming was surprised, "Does President Lin have any concerns?"
"This matter is not for me to decide," Lin Guangxu picked up the wine glass, not agreeing to the proposal at the dinner table, "The top executive of Xuankang will come to our headquarters tomorrow."
This was a hint to the two men, trying to curry favor.
Lin Guangxu was thinking about Miss Baiâs upcoming visit.
He didnât drink much wine and went back to prepare for the meeting.
Bai Qiming and Father Song escorted Lin Guangxu to his car, and once he had left, Father Song turned to Bai Qiming with surprise, "Who is the top executive of Xuankang?"
"I donât know," Bai Qimingâs gaze retracted as he narrowed his eyes slightly, "Publicly, there is only one Mr. Mao, but... itâs said that he comes from Backter Street."
The rapid development of Xuankang within just two years, and its significant influence in Jiangjing, was enough to demonstrate a powerful background.
Both returned to their own homes.
Song Min listened to Father Songâs report, his eyes and brows slightly raised, "The top executive of Xuankang, who is it?"
"Itâs still unclear, your Uncle Bai and I plan to go to the Xuankang Headquarters tomorrow." Father Song slowly took off his suit jacket and turned, "Then we will naturally find out."
**
The next day.
In the afternoon, Bai Lian visited the Calligraphy Association to see an exhibition and had Jiang Fulai hand a gift bag to Zhou Wenbo.
The gift bag was a white paper bag, not heavy at all.
Jiang Fulai had been holding it the whole time.
Wearing sportswear and a black mask on his face, Jiang Fulai, holding the paper bag with one hand, followed Bai Lian calmly and handed over the gift bag when asked.
This was the first time Zhou Wenbo had faced Jiang Fulai directly.
He didnât know who this person was.
But when he caught sight of those light-colored phoenix eyes looking over, he quickly bowed and took the gift bag with both hands, "Thank you."
After sending Bai Lian off, Zhou Wenbo wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and called Zhou Wenqing, oddly complaining about the person who was with Bai Lian.
After hearing Zhou Wenboâs complaints, Zhou Wenqing fell into a mystifying silence, "That should be Young Master Jiang."
"Jiang? Which Jiang?" Zhou Wenbo was slightly stunned.
"You know about the Gao Family and Xiang Family, right? The large academic factions Iâve told you about," Zhou Wenqing began.
Of course, Zhou Wenbo knew about some affairs in their academic circle; the head of the Xiang Family is a leading figure, "Yes, youâve mentioned Dean Xiang."
"Heâs not the dean anymore," Zhou Wenqingâs tone was light and breezy, "The election at the Academy of Sciences ended yesterday, and Young Master Jiang was elected."
"Him?" Zhou Wenbo spoke incredulously, "Heâs so young!"
"Yes, he might be young," Zhou Wenqing clicked his tongue, "But do you know who the Xingjiang District in Jiangjing is named after?"
**
Beicheng.
The Xuankang Headquarters was located near the western development zone.
Bai Qiming and Father Song arrived here early, both sitting in the lounge room and welcomed by the investment manager.
The three of them talked enthusiastically.
At 3:30 pm.
"Have they arrived?" The investment manager got a call from his assistant and hurriedly stood up, apologizing to the two men, "Mr. Bai, Mr. Song, please rest here a while longer."
Bai Qiming and Father Song exchanged looks, knowing that the elusive person had arrived.