Bai Zian held the report, his eyes narrowed, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

It was not so sudden. Ji Heng was good at designing and drawing, and Ji Shaorong also inherited his talent for realistic painting.

　　When Mao Kun said that the Xuankang icon was designed by Xiao Qi and Xuechun, there were some hints. He didn’t ask too much about Xuechun and Bai Qian, and Xiao Qi has been an orphan since he was a child.

 There is not even a serious surname, and the surname is Mao Kun.

 I haven’t even finished school, I haven’t studied design or painting, but I can’t keep up with Xuechun’s pace.

Bai Qian thought of Ji Heng again. For Ren Wanxuan, he replaced various furniture in the yard of his home in Xiangcheng.

How sad would it be to know that your real grandson was abandoned since he was a child and didn't even finish school?

Bai Qian looked at the rose in the vase and said nothing.

 “Sister?” Mao Kun called her.

"Well," Bai Zian came back to her senses. She folded up the report sheet and looked up at Mao Kun. "Where are Xiaoqi and the others now? Let them come over for dinner together."

 She opened the drawer and took out a white cigarette case.

 Picked out one stick, but did not light it.

It is as big as 103 and can accommodate more people.

   **

Xiao Qi was still at the Xuankang branch when she received a call from Mao Kun.

“Sister, let’s go to Shanhai for dinner,” Xiao Qi picked up the umbrella placed aside and looked up at Xuechun, “Sister Xuechun, are you going?”

Xuechun looked at a car parked on the road opposite. She pulled on the coat she was wearing and smiled lightly, "No, you can go with Xiao Wu."

 Xiao Qi did not persuade her.

 After officially moving from Baiqian to Shanhai Apartment, Xuechun seldom went there.

 Xiao Wu and Xiao Qi left.

Xue Chun stood at the door and watched.

The car that had been parked opposite slowly drove over and stopped beside her. The rear window lowered, revealing the face of the old lady Xu. Her critical eyes fell on Xuechun's face, "Miss Xuechun, let's talk."

 This way.

 Xiao Qi and Xiao Wu arrived at 103.

  103 There were a lot of people today, so we divided the tables into two. Ji Shaojun and Ji Heng who were drinking were at one table, while Bai Pian and the others sat in the glass room outside to eat.

 Jiang Fuli does not drink alcohol.

 When Xiao Qi arrived, he was sitting elegantly at the table outside, reaching out to help Bai Xian straighten his chopsticks.

“Grandpa,” Xiao Wu and Xiao Qi both followed Bai Qian to call someone. They went outside the glass room and called Jiang Fuli and Bai Qian in a low voice, “Sister, Brother Jiang.”

Bai Zian leaned on the back of the chair and raised her eyes to look at Xiao Qi.

I just met Ren Jiawei at Mu’s house last time.

 In fact, if you look closely at Xiao Qi's features, you can see that he looks a bit like Ren Jiawei, and in his outline, you can also see a bit of Ji Shaorong. I had never thought of him as Ji Shaorong before.

She observed Xiao Qi for a little too long. Jiang Fuli glanced at her, stretched out his hand, and poured her a Coke.

 Remind her that she doesn’t have to look at it for so long.

 He lowered his head to block his sight, and Bai Zian withdrew his gaze.

 Lowering his eyes, he slowly picked up the cup of Coke.

Shen Qing brought up another portion of fish soup and said, "Ah, Xiaohan, Xiaoqi, if you drink more, you will all lose weight."

Although Xiao Wu's hair is dyed red and looks unattractive, Ji Heng and Shen Qing both know that these children are orphans, and they always look at them more lovingly.

 Especially Xiaoqi.

"Thank you, aunt." Xiao Qi stood up and thanked Shen Qing.

Shen Qing had never heard Ren Wanxuan call her aunt in the early years. Most of the Ren family looked down upon her. After meeting Bai Qian, a lot of children called her aunt.

“Hey, drink more, Xiaochen made a lot of soup today.” Shen Qing looked at the people on the table with a smile.

   **

 After eating.

Ji Heng and others wanted to play mahjong, while Ning Xiao and others went upstairs to study.

 Xiao Qi and Xiao Wu are also going back to the bar.

Bai Qian sends Xiao Qi out.

Mao Kun knew that Bai Qian had something to say to Xiao Qi, so he took Xiao Wu to drive first.

Bai Zian was not wearing a coat, only a white singlet. She did not feel cold even in the 7 to 8 degree weather at night. She folded her hands on her chest and walked down the steps in front of Building 5.

"Xiao Qi, I should have found your biological parents." She stepped down the last step of the stairs.

Standing in front of the street light at the door.

 Shanhai Apartment used to have no street lights, but within this year, solar street lights were built. Bai Zian stood under the street lights, gentle and bright.

 Hearing Bai Qian's voice, Xiao Qi didn't have much reaction.

He was stunned for a moment. He had not thought about his biological parents for a long time, especially after knowing that he was abandoned, and he had no feelings about it.

"I didn't tell anyone else," Bai Qian looked at Xiao Qi, "but no matter what you do, I will support you."

 She reached out and handed the report in her hand to Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi was in a daze. He lowered his head and took the report from Bai Zian.

   **

 The next day.

Yunxiao Hotel.

 Xiao Qi parked the car in a nearby parking lot.

He was wearing a white sweatshirt and a jacket outside. He stood outside the gate, his eyes were dark, and his figure was thin and tall.

Ren Jiawei held up her mobile phone to talk to her partners, "Launch conference..."

The high-rise buildings in Jiangjing blocked the morning sunshine. Ren Jiawei hung up the phone and subconsciously looked at the thin young man not far away, stunned for a moment.

 Remember, I met this person at the airport before.

"You..." Ren Jiawei came closer, looked at the young man in front of him, was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Are you waiting for someone here?"

"Waiting for a friend." Xiao Qi's eyes fell on Ren Jiawei's face, and she reached out to pull up the hat behind her back and buckle it on.

 He has always been gentle and polite, and as gentle as a poet.

 Having the same appearance and personality as Bai Zian, they are both liked by the elders.

"Is that so?" Ren Jiawei glanced back the hair on her cheeks, "You went to school in Jiangjing?"

 She visually estimated that Xiao Qi was about the same age as Ren Wanxuan.

“Here to work,” Xiao Qi saw Xiao Wu in front of him, smiled politely at Ren Jiawei, and nodded, “Goodbye, auntie.”

Ren Jiawei looked at Xiao Qi and was stunned for a long time before she said, "Goodbye."

not far away.

Ren Wanxuan sat in the back seat and watched this scene for a long time before lowering her eyes and asking the driver to drive over.

Today, Ren Jiawei's clothing company opened two branches in Jiangjing shopping mall, and Ren Wanxuan went to attend the ceremony with her.

“Mom,” Ren Wanxuan asked casually while sitting in the back seat of the car, “I just saw you talking to a boy. Do you know him?”

"I bought it for you at the auction the day before yesterday. You have to be careful about your words and deeds when you get to Mu's house," Ren Jiawei handed her the jewelry box in her bag and explained, "I don't know him, but I always think he is very kind."

 Ren Wanxuan opened the jewelry box.

  Inside was a pink diamond necklace. She had seen it on the news and it was auctioned for 10 million.

 As the only daughter of the Ren family, Ren Wanxuan was extremely favored in the Ren family.

Ren Jiawei works outside all year round and doesn't care much about her, and has never treated her materially badly. Ren Wanxuan might have been happy seeing these jewelry pieces in the past.

　Today I feel a little absent-minded.

   **

at the same time.

In Le's office, Li Chen took champagne and threw a report to Le Yuzhang, while asking Le Yuzhang's secretary to pour him a cup of coffee, "Look, your fiancée is not capable of this project between me and Zhiwei. "

Le Yuzhang reached out and picked it up, glanced at it, and calmly pointed out the facts: "If you don't take action, she may not lose to Wen Zhiwei."

 Lu Su’s advertising has been fully launched online.

 Now, Wen Zhiwei's project has completely surpassed Wen Zhixia's. Wen Zhiwei has basically declared victory in this game. This cannot deny Wen Zhixia's ability.

Li Chen just glanced at Le Yuzhang, skillfully took the coffee brought to him by Le Yuzhang's secretary, and smiled, "Connections are part of my cousin's abilities, right?"

Le Yuzhang could not refute and said nothing.

"Have you contacted Yan Lu's team?" Li Chen thought of another thing. His eyes fell on Le Yuzhang's face, thoughtfully, "What did Miss Ming say?"

Le Yuzhang paused invisibly, "She asked for me. Yan Lu hasn't accepted any endorsements recently."

Yan Lu is different from other artists in the circle. He has high nationality and strong strength. His spear is recognized by the Wushu Association and he has a solid background. Not to mention Dean Jian and others, Xiangcheng Cultural Tourism alone is not an ordinary artist. the height that can be achieved.

Even if Le Yuzhang wants to find Yan Lu's team to work with, it is not easy.

Li Chen sat on the sofa and put the coffee cup aside, "It has to be Miss Ming."

Ming Zongyao knew Xu Jinyi, and Xu Jinyi was very familiar with Liu Shuhe. Everyone knew that Liu Shuhe was a student of Dean Jian, so it was not surprising that he could contact Yan Lu.

Outside, Le Yuzhang’s secretary knocked on the door again.

This time, she was very surprised, "Mr. Le, Wen's official Weibo just posted on Weibo that Ms. Wen's spokesperson for the project team is Yan Lu."

As soon as these words came out, the two men in the office were startled.

 “What did you say?” Especially Li Chen.

"I just received the news from the Public Relations Department. Yan Lu has also forwarded it. The Weibo post just posted at nine o'clock has now reached the first place," the secretary said to Le Yuzhang, "Mr. Le, do you want to go?" Ask Miss Wen?"

 There is no need for a secretary to remind you.

Le Yuzhang and Li Chen were already scrolling through their phones.

Both of them downloaded various software on their mobile phones, and before they even opened it, they saw the headlines of the entertainment news feed—

  【Yan Lu’s latest endorsement! 】

As a top celebrity today, Yan Lu has not had any endorsements for a long time, and the popularity is so high. Now she is officially announced as an endorsement, and all major media have heard about it and written headlines.

Le Yuzhang and Li Chen casually clicked on a headline and saw Yan Lu reposting Wen's Weibo.

There is also an endorsement photo of holding a hair dryer.

"Did you really invite her?" Li Chen felt outrageous. Not to mention how Yan Lu came to endorse this hair dryer that was about to be discontinued, how did Wen Zhixia invite Yan Lu?

Neither Le Yuzhang nor the Ming family succeeded in this matter. How did Wen Zhixia do it?

   **

Yan Lu posted on Weibo at nine o'clock.

 As soon as it was posted, fans retweeted it and maxed out the orders on major platforms.

Every stock of Wen's hair dryers has been sold out.

On Wen’s Jingbao’s official account, the anchor who temporarily brought goods explained to Yan Lu’s fans, “Sisters, our hair dryer is gone, not a bit left... Then we can look at other products, such as this full-featured soy milk machine…"

  【No soy milk machine! 】

　　【Pre-sale, give us the pre-sale link of the previous month! 】

　　【 Shiwandan Are you a fan who looks down on Yan Lu? 】

　　【…】

 The sales department had no choice but to ask Uncle Wen for instructions.

Uncle Wen finished his morning meeting and the phone in his office was buzzing with calls from the media. He didn’t know much about the entertainment industry, but he was frightened by the sudden surge in orders.

Wen's has been in decline for so long. Even when it was at its best, orders were never so explosive.

 Looking at the people in the office in shock, "This Yan Lu has such great influence?"

 This is the terrifying purchasing power of Chinese people?

“Chairman, this is Yan Lu,” someone said in the office, “She is the only actress recognized by fans of Bai Xiangjun.”

 The Bai family are all top figures in history, especially Miss Bai.

Needless to say, Yan Lu’s dominance?

As for Wen Zhixia's project team, most of them are young people. They are not surprised by the terrifying purchasing power of Yan Lu's fans. After all, Yan Lu now only endorses a plaster that costs 12 yuan a bottle, and then there is this one that costs less than 200 yuan. Block hair dryer.

 Shopping short of stocks only takes a matter of minutes.

Wen Zhixia is now looking at the silver hair dryer that the factory brought to her.

The person in charge of the factory sent it in person. He looked at Wen Zhixia and said, "Miss, we have tested it and found that this hair dryer makes no noise. It takes us five minutes to dry our hair, but it can be done in two minutes."

 Manager Zhang stood next to Wen Zhixia. After hearing this, he plugged in the plug and tried it.

 As soon as you open it, you can see a faint light blue ring.

Wet your palms with water from a drinking glass and try again.

Manager Zhang could feel his palms drying out quickly. With this kind of craftsmanship, he looked at Wen Zhixia and asked, "Miss, where did you hire the designer?"

Wen Zhixia didn't say anything and just picked up the design drawing that was put aside.

 Manager Zhang looked down.

 At first glance, I saw the logo in the lower right corner of the design drawing. It looked familiar, but not familiar.

Manager Zhang took a photo to identify the image, and soon, the exact same icon appeared on Qiandu—

  Ministry of Aerospace.

People in the office were silent when they saw where this logo came from.

"Miss..." Manager Zhang came to his senses, called Wen Zhixia dryly, and did not dare to speak anymore.

It took a while before Wen Zhixia came back to her senses. She picked up her phone and sent a message to Bai Zian in an uncertain mood -

　　【Can the picture you gave me really work? 】

Bai Qian is still taking a big class in Tongfeng’s class.

 Seeing the message sent by Wen Zhixia, he only replied slowly with one word: 【1】

  Still a very calm number.

But now Wen Zhixia could no longer be as calm as she was. She calmed down, told Bai Zian about the split, and went to Uncle Wen's office with the drawings and hair dryer.

 Now, it’s not just about Yan Lu.

When Bai Zian first gave her the drawings, Wen Zhixia didn't pay much attention to it, but she also asked the Wen family's factory to try it out.

  I didn’t expect the effect to be so good, and the cost was within the normal range.

Wen Zhixia reached out and knocked on the door of Uncle Wen's office.

 She vaguely realized that the Wen family's opportunity had come.

   **

 Bai Qian and Jiang Fuli naturally didn’t know because of this picture.

 Wen has entered a new round of reform.

 She and Ning Xiao have spent four months finally finishing his paper and just submitted it to the official.

 There are no experimental courses in the peak class this semester, and there are full courses every day.

 After class in the afternoon, I went to the cafeteria.

She and Ding Wenyang occupied a seat. Ding Wenyang was asking her about knowledge points that she didn't understand in the afternoon class. Tang Ming and the others took Bai Xian's card to get lunch.

“Should we open a set in evidence A or X…” Ding Wenyang rambled on about the topic.

Bai Qian sat down on his seat and listened lazily without disturbing Ding Wenyang.

　　The cell phone placed aside rang.

Bai Zian glanced down, put down the computer in her hand, and picked it up.

 It is Zhou Wenqing.

“Classmate Bai,” Zhou Wenqing pondered over the phone and then said, “Many people are looking for you now, and several families want to ask you about the origin of palladium.”

Bai Qian thought for a moment, "Which ones?"

"The Xu family, the Gao family, the Ming family, and one more..." Zhou Wenqing thought for a moment, "The Mu family."

"It's okay, you don't have to worry." Bai Qian wasn't worried about her news. She just remembered what happened to her last time at the Mu family. There weren't many people with the surname Mu in Jiang Jing.

She hung up the phone, took out her phone and sent Wang Youfeng a WeChat message—

　　【Still in Jiangjing? 】

Wing: [Are you done? 】

On the other end of the phone, Wang Youfeng asked questions about his soul. Bai Qian and Ning Xiao were even busier than him. For such a long time during the Chinese New Year, Wang Youfeng couldn't see them even with their number plates. Big bosses from all sides were waiting for him. Who knew he would meet two people? There were two college students who had to wait in line, but one of them was his nephew, his savior.

Good night!

　　(End of this chapter)