MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning

  Chapter 11 011 Chen Ju, Liang Zewen's apprentice who was a genius that day

  Bai Po took the mobile phone and sent a sentence to tell Jiang He not to worry.

  She was still wearing a moon-white long dress, her eyes were clear, and she was calmly reciting words.

  Hearing the voice, she looked up: "Wait for your ancestor."

  Whether Ren Wanxuan is at school, Ren's family, or other places, she has always been the focus of attention, and has always been held up by everyone.

  Even Chen Wei had to do some superficial work in front of her.

  For the Ji family, even though she is very polite to Ji Heng, she still looks down on the Ji family from the bottom of her heart.

  Ren Wanxuan looked at the long skirt on Bai Po's body. It was simple and elegant, without any logo. It was Ji Heng's handmade dress.

  Bai Po is really the most inconspicuous of them in her eyes.

   Even if you are not cautious and submissive when you meet her, you shouldn't be so arrogant.

  But she didn't expect that a person she cared about the least would be so impolite talking to her.

  The drivers in the car couldn't help but look at Bai Po more. Ren Wanxuan noticed that the boys around her also looked over. She was shocked that Bai Po dared to speak to her like this, "You...what are you talking about?"

   "Can't hear you clearly?" Bai Po was looking at the next word, calmly: "Then I can engrave it on the tablet."

  The driver wanted to cover his ears, trying to pretend he didn't hear.

  But Ren Wanxuan kept her identity and didn't get out of the car. She just opened the window high above her, so everyone in the car could hear Bai Po's words.

   Even if the driver didn't move, Ren Wanxuan felt that everything about her was being challenged by Bai Po invisibly at this time.

   "You..." She was so stunned that she couldn't speak, she just pulled her lips with difficulty, raised the car window with a "swipe", and said almost angrily: "Don't drive yet?!"

  The car starts.

  The boy in the front seat lazily glanced at the white cat on the side of the road in the rearview mirror.

  The eyes seemed to be looking at a leaf, and they looked away after a moment, "Know?"

  Ren Wanxuan's voice was mixed with coldness: "Who knows where the Ji family's relatives come from."

  She didn't understand why Bai Po took it for granted. It was obvious that she just lived in a slum that hadn't been developed yet and even used well water.

  Is that so.

   Chen Zhu nodded, he was not interested, so he didn't ask any more questions.

  The car drove forward for a while, and a black car drove slowly towards him. He sat up straight in a casual posture, and he looked at the rearview mirror intently. The black car drove further and further away.

   until it disappears.

   As dusk approaches, the black car that disappeared in the rearview mirror seems to become mysterious.

  In the back seat, Ren Wanxuan also temporarily forgot about Bai Po. She looked in the direction where the black car disappeared, and asked softly, "Are those the people my grandfather mentioned?"

  Although Ren Wanxuan was focusing on her studies in her third year of high school, it didn't mean she didn't care about other things. She knew about the recent changes in Xiangcheng. They always thought that the idle manor behind this piece belonged to the public.

   Now that people have moved in, several major families in Xiangcheng have received express instructions not to disturb them.

  Chen Zhu only said slowly: "I haven't seen that model before."

  **

   It was Ming Dongheng who came to pick up Bai Po.

  Bai Po recited words along the way, and when he arrived at the gate of the manor, he saw Jiang He squatting at the gate and waiting eagerly.

  Waiting for the people in gray formal suits in the garden, they were very surprised to see the lazy girl behind Jiang He.

   Immediately after—

  He saw Jiang He walk to the adjacent laboratory, and skillfully pressed the password to enter.

   "Mr. Ming, that's..." The man looked at Ming Dongheng and asked about the girl's identity.

  He had been in Jiangjing for so many years before, and he had never heard of such a person.

  Ming Dongheng only warned: "Don't overstep."

   Chen Ju's back went numb, remembering who lived in this place, and didn't dare to ask any more.

  I only secretly remember the girl's face that I glimpsed, but fortunately, that face is amazing enough, and he will never forget it when I see you again.

  Laboratory.

  Bai Po had never seen most of the things before, so Jiang He took her to a small table and showed her a miniature perpetual motion machine on the table.

  The soybean-sized metal ball slid down the round hole on the top layer into a track, and bounced back again.

  The two squatted in place, staring at each other for ten minutes.

   "According to the conservation of energy," Bai Po concluded, "You are a fake perpetual motion machine."

  As she spoke, she turned up the base, and sure enough, she saw a magnet underneath.

  Jiang He nodded, and then secretly told Bai Po: "Uncle Ming always thought it was a perpetual motion machine."

  There are many kinds of equipment in the laboratory. Bai Po and Jiang He only watched the collision of vortex rings. Jiang He squatted aside and tried several times with Bai Po, adding fluid continuously.

  Bai Po will write down the data every time.

   She and Jiang He finally succeeded once, she glanced at the numbers on both sides, and recorded the data on the paper.

  After finishing, Jiang He lay on the table and looked at the vortex ring machine: "Why isn't it broken?"

  Bai Po put down the paper, turned his head sideways to look at it, and it was difficult to express his disapproval.

Outside.

   When Jiang Fuli came back, it was already dark.

   "Jiang Shao." Chen Ju respectfully followed him into the room.

  Jiang Fuli took off his coat, and at a glance, he saw a black schoolbag, a mobile phone and a rose on the sandalwood table.

  Ming Dongheng: "That belongs to Miss Bai."

  Jiang Fuli calmly said "Mmm", and his extremely long eyelashes drooped down, slightly covering his too cold eyes: "Are they still in the laboratory?"

  Bai Po is like this, there should be a lot of people queuing up in the school to send her flowers.

  The current high school seniors don’t study hard and send others roses.

   Really not reserved.

  Master Jiang commented politely.

   "Tell them to come out for dinner." Jiang Fuli ordered, his eyebrows and eyes light.

  When Bai Po came out, Jiang Fuli was talking to Chen Ju.

  Chen Ju was obviously a little cautious, sitting with his hands on his knees and legs crossed, "It should be someone seeking revenge, here in Xiangcheng..."

  He stopped when he saw the white scorpion coming in from the outside, not knowing whether to say something.

  Jiang Fuli lazily tapped on the table with his fingertips, glanced at him, "Continue."

   "Oh," Chen Ju said quickly, "I came here to rectify the law and order here. The poisonous scorpion is my number one list, but I just came here today, and he was sought for revenge."

  Ming Dongheng couldn't hold back, and said blankly: "It's such a coincidence, didn't you do it?"

   "How is it possible," Chen Ju was very excited, "If I want to have this ability, do I still need to be sent down for further study?"

  Ming Dongheng suddenly realized.

   Bureau Chen: "..."

Xiangcheng has had problems since ancient times. This time when Jiang Fuli came to Xiangcheng, Jiangjing decided to rectify Xiangcheng. Chen Ju is an outstanding descendant of Jiangjing's Chen family, and he fought to come to Xiangcheng among the crowd. Opportunity.

  In ancient times, he was the imperial envoy holding the imperial gold medal properly.

   Make some political achievements here, and go back to increase your official status.

  But just now, he was rewarded with credit.

  Chen Ju really felt that Xiangcheng was his blessed land.

   "No suspects?" Jiang Fuli rolled up his sleeves twice, poured out two cups of tea, and pushed them to Bai Po and Jiang He.

  Jiang He stared at the cup of tea, as if someone had poisoned him.

   Chen Ju looked serious, "There is one, the boss of No. 112 Qingshui Street, I have already sent more people to watch him."

   "No mistake?" Ming Dongheng had an impression of Qingshui Street and expressed doubts, "Isn't it because he touched Dawson's cake or provoked the mercenary mafia?"

   "I don't know, but I have top-secret news," Bureau Chen lowered his voice, "I heard that the poisonous scorpion took two cigarettes from the boss."

  Although he thought it was outrageous, Xiangcheng listed a lot of evidence.

  Otherwise, how could it be canceled at night just after taking two cigarettes from the boss?

  Bai Po on one side took a teacup and took a sip.

  Authentic Laobanzhang tea, her eyes are slightly brighter.

  Hearing the sound, she put down her teacup, lowered her black eyes, put her white jade-like fingers on the edge of the sandalwood table, echoed Chen Ju lazily: "This man is really bad."

   It was only then that Chen Ju dared to look at her. The little girl didn't look like much. Chen Ju slowed down his voice and comforted her kindly: "It's okay, the bad guys have already been partially punished, don't be afraid."

   "That's good." Bai Po finished drinking the tea.

   Take your schoolbag and bid farewell to Jiang Fuli and the others.

  Jiang He tugged at her sleeve.

  Bai Po slightly lowered her eyelashes, and glanced at him, "I want to go home and have dinner with grandpa."

  **

   Ren's house a few streets away.

  The Ren family and the Chen family waited in good order.

   "Mr. Chen, when will he arrive?" Ren Qian looked at the middle-aged man beside him. Although he was anxious, he was still very polite to Mr. Chen.

  The person called Mr. Chen is the Chen family, a large gdp family in Xiangcheng, Chen Gang, he stared at his watch, "It should be soon."

   While talking, someone outside suddenly came to report in surprise: "Master Chen is here!"

  Ren Qian and Chen Gang both stood up immediately and went to greet them outside the door.

  Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhuo also stood up and looked at each other.

   "Mr. Chen," Chen Gang took Ren Qian respectfully to welcome him in, and then introduced Ren Qian: "This is the current top manager of Xiangcheng, Mr. Ren Qian."

  If Bai Po was here, he could recognize this person as Chen Ju whom he had just met.

Bureau Chen casually sat down at the dining table, about thirty or forty years old, with a serious face, one hand on the table, and looked at Ren Qian: "Old Mr. Ren, I'm here to trouble you, please Take care."

   "How dare," Ren Qian is also an old fox, he said with a smile, and his attitude was just right, "It is our Ren family that is flourishing."

  Although he was smiling, Ren Qian was shocked inside.

  In fact, there have been rumors in Xiangcheng that the Chen family is an offshoot of the Chen family in Jiangjing, but Ren Qian was skeptical.

   Until recently, Xiangcheng was suddenly issued a secret order.

  Jiangjing will delegate a Bureau Chen to supervise Xiangcheng.

  Decentralized suddenly, when Ren Qian was at a loss, Chen Gang came to him with news from Bureau Chen.

   "I heard that there is an authentic work by Liang Zewen in the auction house?" Chen Ju took the wine that Ren Qian poured for him, and said lightly.

   This is another task that Jiangjing Chen's family gave Chen Bureau.

   "That's right, but the auction house here issued a notice two days ago," Ren Qian explained, "I heard that the handwriting may not be his own."

   Chen Ju frowned.

  Ren Qian's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, "But it is indeed an authentic work. It seems to be the notes of one of his apprentices. The auction house has found an appraisal expert, and the appraisal is still in progress, so the auction will be postponed for five days."

   "Really?" Chen Ju sat up straight.

   "Still appraising," Chen Gang said quickly beside him, "I will pay close attention to this matter."

   As we all know, Liang Zewen, the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty through the ages, only accepted two disciples in his life besides Emperor Jiang Wen...

   Those are the brothers and sisters of the Bai family who are talented in heaven.

  Emperor Jiang Wen naturally would not use the same handwriting as Liang Gelao.

  So if there is another person, it can only be one of the brothers and sisters of the Bai family.

   It seems that the rumors of unofficial history are not groundless. The unattainable Chen family in Jiangjing has been a loyal fan of the Bai family since ancient times. Most of the private museums of the Chen family are the things of the Bai family—

   And enshrine the Baijiaman family tablets from generation to generation.

   This is more attractive to the Chen family than Liang Zewen's original work!

  Ren Qian only exchanged glances with the Secretary-General. Obviously, they must find a way to get the invitation letter from the White Tiger Auction.

  **

   This way.

  Ming Dongheng looked worriedly at the bus staggering away, he wanted to drive behind the bus a little bit.

  But Bai Ji refused to let it go.

  He had to wait for her to get on the bus and drive back to the manor.

  Jiang Fuli was sitting at the table with Jiang He eating, the two of them talked very little, and they never talked when eating.

   Silence Quiet.

  Ming Dongheng also sat down and ate slowly.

  Jiang Fuli put down the bowl and suddenly thought of something, "Who brought the tea here?"

  Everything delivered here was selected by Xu Nanjing one by one, Ming Dongheng swallowed a mouthful of food, "Xu Nanjing."

   "Well," Jiang Fuli took out a disinfectant tissue, wiped his hands carefully with downcast eyes, and said in a calm tone, "We will follow this standard from now on."

  Ming Dongheng nodded.

  Jiang Fuli got up, picked up the documents on the table and went to the laboratory.

   The "dark matter" experiment has a long period of time. He completely reproduced his laboratory in Jiangjing in Xiangcheng, so there is a piece of Jiang He in the corner.

   A table less than 70 centimeters high, and a stool of 20 centimeters.

  Even labware is one size smaller.

  Jiang Fuli came to the long experimental table, just put down his documents, and caught a glimpse of a piece of paper not far away.

  His laboratory has always been neat and tidy, and this piece of paper should have been left by those two people.

  He approached, randomly picked up the piece of paper, there are seven sets of data from top to bottom, he just wanted to see what those two people did, until he saw the fourth set...

   He froze.

   I'm crazy, how about you?

   Don't sleep anymore, come on, let's have fun together!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)