Chapter 198: 074 Mysterious and hidden, Wang who is good at dealing with aftermath_1
Translator: 549690339
“This is…” Xu En reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he took the document Bai Lian handed over.
He seemed to have some realization of what it was.
Bai Lian didn’t say a word, only waiting for him to take it, without looking at Ji Mulan, she calmly turned and left the room.
Xu En reacted and followed her, “Let me drive you to school.”
His place was quite far from Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.
“No need,” Bai Lian casually waved her hand behind her, brisk and efficient, “There’s a car waiting for me outside.”
She disappeared at the front door.
Xu En’s assistant approached, and he couldn’t help but glance at the document in Xu En’s hand, “President Xu, what Miss Bai gave you is…”
Ji Mulan also found it strange.
Xu En looked down, opened the document, on the outside of the folder was the official seal of the Xiangcheng demolition authority, and on the seal was a line of red regular script—
“Yongfu Community Housing Demolition Permit”!
“A permit? Wasn’t it taken by President Lu?” the assistant exclaimed as if a thunderclap had gone off above his head.
Xu En stared at that line of text, piecing it together with what Bai Lian said.
He too was in a daze for a moment.
In business, what counts is the differential in information.
Xu En initially possessed information far superior to others, but he hadn’t expected someone like President Lu to emerge from Backter Street and get hold of the demolition permit before anyone else.
Xu En then began to consider partnering with President Lu.
After the incident at the Ji Family, he thought he no longer had any chance to cooperate.
But today, Bai Lian had brought the demolition permit to him.
“How did the certificate end up with her?” Ji Mulan regained her senses too, as she too knew what the permit meant for Xu En, but her mind was in turmoil, “So does that mean you can plan for fundraising now?”
In Ji Mulan’s eyes, Bai Lian had never been obedient or diligent, always up to no good except for serious matters.
But wasn’t it said that only if Miss Xu found that Mr. Chen could there possibly be a chance?
How did Bai Lian get it?
How did she get it?
Her mind was in chaos, for the first time feeling like she didn’t understand Bai Lian.
“We can start fundraising now, go inform President Liu,” Xu En exhaled, the frustration that had been building in his heart dissipating, instructing his assistant, “Also, prepare some nourishing gifts, we’re heading to the hospital right away.”
Going to the hospital naturally meant visiting Shen Qing.
Ji Mulan was surprised by Xu En’s attitude. The fact that Xu En could arrange a doctor and a hospital bed for Shen Qing was already beyond Ji Mulan’s expectations.
Now that he had obtained the demolition rights, Xu En should be a hundred times busier than before, yet he was going to see Shen Qing right now?
Xu’s assistant immediately made arrangements. Looking up to see Ji Mulan’s puzzled expression, the assistant paused briefly.
Ji Mulan was unfamiliar with the situation in Jiangjing and the circumstances of Backter Street.
Of course, it was hard for the average person to understand.
Before this, Ji Mulan, like most people, had never heard of Backter Street.
But Xu’s assistant knew that Vermilion Bird Bank Headquarters, Asia’s largest auction house, fighting arenas, and the most well-informed bars were all on Backter Street…
Obtaining the demolition permit from President Lu of Backter Street, both Xu En and his assistant recognized one thing, Bai Lian was definitely not as simple as she seemed.
Xu En put the document away and as he was about to go upstairs, he hesitated.
“Mu Lan,” he said, looking at Ji Mulan, “I think you’ve always been very gentle and accommodating to people, but your attitude towards Alian is problematic, she is your daughter. She might understand you, but constantly keeping a bad mood for family can chill hearts over time.”
Outside the Xu Family home.
By the roadside, a silver-gray car lingered.
Bai Lian opened the passenger door.
Jiang Fulai, his left elbow resting on the half-lowered window, the morning sun spilling carelessly over his slightly cold face, looked at her as she got in the car, reached out, paused his Bluetooth earpiece, and seemed surprised, “That was quick?”
“Went in and left.” Bai Lian closed the car door, fastened her seat belt, and then took out her phone, opening an app.
“The Calligraphy Association is recruiting now. You don’t need to go there tonight,” Jiang Fulai started the car, remembering this, “I’ll stop by on my way later.”
Bai Lian had plans to visit Shen Qing at the hospital in the evening.
Hearing this, Bai Lian had no objections.
Her eyelashes slightly lowered, she browsed the app methodically.
As soon as she opened the app, a barrage of messages flooded in.
She glanced at them, most were internal messages, along with a few from people following her.
Internal message: [Hello, your answer has been included in the reference answers.]
