Chapter 180: 068 Ren Qian suspended, VIP member!_1
Translator: 549690339
The Secretary-General and Minister Xu did not know Jiang Fulai, but even without recognition, they felt a tremendous pressure upon opening the door.
It weighed down on them so heavily that they didn’t dare lift their heads.
Following behind Jiang Fulai, Ming Dongheng, who had lived for so many years,
had never felt such a strong sense of oppression, not even when Jiang Fulai once told him, “You might as well not bother going to university.”
Xiangcheng is surnamed Ren?
Ming Dongheng had no idea how they dared to make such a claim.
He reached out and, with one hand each, he lifted the Secretary-General and Minister Xu and threw them out, “You go in first; I’ll handle this.”
Having Jiang Fulai handle this matter would likely strip a layer of skin off the entire Ren Family.
After Jiang Fulai entered,
Ming Dongheng glanced down at the Secretary-General and Minister Xu, “Chen Yongkun’s men?”
Only after Jiang Fulai had left did the two men feel relieved. However, before the Secretary-General could catch his breath, Ming Dongheng’s next words made his blood run cold.
As Ren Qian’s right-hand man, the Secretary-General naturally had received information about Director Chen.
Even though Ren Qian and his people always called him “Lord Chen,” it didn’t mean he didn’t know Lord Chen’s real name.
Seeing the Secretary-General’s reaction, Ming Dongheng knew he was correct and couldn’t be bothered with him, “I will have Chen Yongkun communicate with you.”
After saying that, he went back inside and closed the door, leaving the two men outside.
Minister Xu, who had just been transferred here, naturally had not heard the name Chen Yongkun. Only after Ming Dongheng and Jiang Fulai had gone inside did he look up at the Secretary-General, “Who are those two? And who is Chen Yongkun?”
Prejudice led him to look down on Bai Lian,
just as he had finished speaking, he saw that the Secretary-General had turned deathly pale.
“Chen… Lord Chen…” The Secretary-General’s finger trembled slightly, and he suddenly realized they had acted arrogantly in the wrong place today, “We must hurry back and find the master!”
With the demeanor of those two individuals, the Secretary-General had no doubt that the Chen Yongkun mentioned by Ming Dongheng was the one of the same name.
Considering the Ji Family’s people, he initially thought today’s matter would be easy to resolve, but now how could it be related to Lord Chen?
He almost sprinted downstairs.
Behind him, Minister Xu belatedly realized that something seemed amiss.
Following down the stairs, once he reached the bottom, he turned back and looked at the nearly dilapidated building in a daze.
Who exactly is Chen Yongkun?
The Ji Family.
Shen Qing was being tugged at her sleeve by Alian, “Alian, please let me go to the Secretary and talk again, don’t hold on to me…”
She looked urgent.
The Ren Family’s status in Xiangcheng was well-established in people’s hearts, and being located in a remote area, they might as well have been the Emperor, Shen Qing couldn’t comprehend everything, but the mention of the school had thrown her into panic!
She was aware of Bai Lian’s seriousness about her studies.
Ji Heng often said Bai Lian would study until one in the morning, determined to work hard for a place at university.
“What’s the rush, Auntie?” Alian was strong and forcibly made Shen Qing sit down, comforting her, “If worst comes to worst, I can switch to another school.”
The best school in Xiangcheng was Number One Middle School; what good would changing schools do?
Shen Qing opened her mouth, “You child, stop pulling me! What do you know, are you just like your uncle, so stubborn you can’t see sense? Why are you causing trouble with the Ren Family, at this rate, you’ll miss the Secretary!”
She had spoken only halfway when she suddenly felt a chill throughout the hall and shivered.
Looking up, she caught sight of the tall figure entering leisurely.
With his head slightly lowered, fine black hair slightly droopy, his skin pale and cold, and his light-colored eyes devoid of any superfluous emotions, his black coat was casually open, emanating a frosty demeanor, making even this old hall seem to take on a different elegance.
Almost instantly Shen Qing recognized him, the young man she had seen at the police station last time.
Alian was contemplating how to stop Shen Qing from leaving when, without a word from anyone, Shen Qing quieted down on her own.
She touched her chin thoughtfully; he was quite useful.
“Don’t worry,” said Jiang Fulai, glancing at Jiang He playing with a jigsaw puzzle on the floor, to Shen Qing, “it will be alright.”
“Really?” Shen Qing was somewhat hesitant.
Her eyes, those of an ordinary citizen, always saw the Ren Family as an insurmountable mountain.
Jiang Fulai replied with ease, “How could Xiangcheng possibly be surnamed Ren? Xiangcheng belongs to the people.”
Bai Lian nodded in agreement, “That’s right.”
“Ah,” Shen Qing felt something was amiss, but also thought it made sense, “You’re right. Alian, let go of me, you’re hurting me.”
She rubbed the hand that Bai Lian had been squeezing painfully and went in to make tea for Jiang Fulai.
She also got a new cup for him.
