Chapter 88: The Sorrow of Being Too Emotional

  Time flies quickly, and Wen Xiang reviews the system according to plan during the day. The topics that were difficult to understand at first now seem too simple. Occasionally, there are some that don't make sense, so she records them and discusses them with Ji Su and others after school. During this time, she talks to Zuo Yu Xi on the phone. She learns that An Bao Qing has already taken care of Bai Huan and sent the VIP card of Hao Men Hotel to his hands. Wen Xiang doesn't have time to worry about these small things, as An Bao Qing has been in Qingzhou for so long and must have a way to get to Bai Chang's house.

  On Thursday evening, Wen Huaiming called from Guanshan, and the father-son duo didn't have the mood to chat about family matters. The progress in the province. Wen Can had received more information from Zuo Yuxi than Wen Huaiming knew. Wen Huaiming also understood this point, and after mentioning it briefly, he said directly: "Wei Gang's matter, Xu Fuyan is very angry. What he didn't say explicitly was that what the leaders hate most is when people below don't ask for instructions and take action on their own, especially at such a critical moment. Whether Xu Fuyan feels played with or looked down upon, it's not good news for Wen Can."

  Wen Qian coldly smiled and said, "I knew he would get angry, so I didn't greet him before taking down the Wei net. It's okay. Zuo Yuxi is in a cooperative relationship with him, not a subordinate, no need to ask for instructions on everything. Besides, doing it this way also has its benefits, at least letting Xu Fuyan understand that this Qingzhou, now what he says doesn't count, and whether what he says will count in the future still depends on his sincerity."

  Wen Huaiming sighed and said, "I'm afraid Xu Fuyan already knew it was you who was behind the scenes. After all, he knows about the conflict with Wei Wang. Once the situation in Qingzhou is settled, whether or not he will settle accounts after autumn depends on how broad-minded Xu Fuyan is."

  Wen Ze could feel his father's anxiety and worry, and said: "Don't worry. On the day when Xu Fuyan completely controls Qingzhou, if I still can't jump out of this small circle, let him calculate the accounts."

  Wen Huiming didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, but he also understood Wen Chen's determination. He said, "Alright. Everything will be done by human effort and left to heaven's will. If that day really comes, I'll just resign from this small official position."

  Won't have that day! Dad, don't think about getting off halfway, I still dream of becoming a high-ranking official one day and showing off in front of my classmates.

  Wen Huiming was speechless, just about to hang up the phone, when Wen Ze hastily said: "Wait a minute, since we've mentioned this, I think it's better to report to Xu Fuyan. With him taking charge, things will be more convenient. It's like this, Bai Changqian has a son,"

  After Wen Jie finished speaking, Wen Huaiming remained silent for a long time. Wen Jie asked tentatively: "Dad?"

  "Hey!" Wen Huaiming's exasperated voice made Wen Cheng pull the receiver away from his ear a bit. "What time is it and you're still messing around? Xu Fuyan is about to get caught in Guanshan."

  Wen Ze interrupted him with a smile: "Dad, just tell Xu Fuyan about it, I guarantee that he will definitely not get angry this time."

  Put down the phone, Wen Yan fell into deep thought. Xu Fuyan was a man who could endure, cunning, with vision and strategic thinking, but his shortcomings were as obvious as his strengths - he lacked decisiveness, didn't have the courage to take risks, and always sought stability before seeking victory. Perhaps this was a common problem for people in official circles, but in Qingzhou, where life and death were at stake, it was almost fatal.

  At its core, he is a contradictory person and an interest-first person. It's also because of this that he will rage about the Wei net affair but be spiritually invigorated by the Bai Huan affair. At its core, the former only sees the drawbacks without seeing the benefits, while the latter has both benefits and drawbacks, with the benefits far outweighing the drawbacks. Would Xu Fuyuan not be delighted to add a heavyweight brick to his own side's scale before the war begins?

  Saturday was supposed to be a rest day, but next Monday, Qingyi Middle School is going to organize a big exam, so the two-day weekend has been changed to only Sunday off. After school in the afternoon, the little girls from Class 1 and Class 2 gathered together, about twenty people, chattering and walking towards the school gate. They were clearly divided into two groups, with Xǔ Yáo's side having only seven or eight people, while Class 2 had fourteen or fifteen people, which shows that even the king has differences. Wēn Chén and Liú Zhì followed far behind. Liú Zhì smiled and said: "Wēn Gē, will your foreign aid work out? I heard these girls are quite ruthless in their betting, don't let Xǔ Yáo lose face. I'm afraid you'll have a hard time."

  Warm and confident, he said: "Talking about Yu Sheng's singing of Jacky Cheung's songs is like being possessed by a tape recorder. It's basically the original soundtrack, definitely winning".

  "Talking about looks? If I didn't say you have no taste, just look at my appearance, how similar it is to Jacky Cheung's. This kind of competition, if they find me, I'll definitely win."

  "You sing 'The Best Mother in the World' first and then we'll talk,"

  Liu Zhihe chuckled and stroked his chin, saying regretfully: "If the protagonist of this time was you and Gu Wenyan, it would be much better, with a greater impact, and I could have made some small business deals again."

  Peng, just thinking about pulling wool from a sheep. Will having a broader worldview kill you? By the way, speaking of Gu Wenyan. There has been no movement in these few days, tonight Bai Huan is going to do that thing, I wonder if there will be a share for Gu Wenyan?

  Wen Qian lazily greeted Liu Zhihe and quickly caught up with him. Tan Yu stood a few meters away from Xu Yao, accompanied by Bei Mi, chatting about something. Wen Qian's eyebrows furrowed slightly. In an instant, he returned to normal, without any signs of abnormality, and smiled: "Why not go over? You also know Xu Yao. Don't be so polite, tonight still needs your help."

  Tan Yu looked at Bei Mi and smiled wryly, "I'm fine here, we can go together later." Seeing Wen Jie's gaze fixed on Bei Mi, he quickly explained, "Bei Mi also wants to have some fun, I thought it's just singing anyway, so I agreed. Is everything okay, Brother Wen?"

  "It's nothing, it's just lively with many people. But from now on, call me Wen Chen, no need to use honorifics like 'ge'. Who knows, you might even be older than me." Tan Yu was indeed older than Wen Chen.

  Tan Yu said with embarrassment: "I heard those people in our class who hang out with Liu Zhihe all call you that"

  Liu Zhihe walked out of the gate with a good internet connection, seemingly hearing his own name, his chubby head turned this way and took a glance, walking over slowly.

  "Wen Qian smiled and said: 'They are who they are. You're a good student, what can you learn from them?'"

  "You're here to help, otherwise you wouldn't know what they'd be like if they lost. And it's someone else who should be called 'brother'!" Bemi deliberately didn't look at Wen Chen, but openly showed the disdain in his eyes and the sarcasm on his lips.

  Wen Chen seemed to have not heard her words, his expression light as he reminded Tan Yu in a sentence: "Wait for me later." He turned around and walked towards Xu Yao. Bei Mi was directly ignored by him.

  To tell a girl who thinks she is pretty that she isn't, this is undoubtedly the greatest insult.

  Bemi stamped her foot. Her charming eyes almost spewed out flames of anger. Both hands tightly grasped the hem of her clothes. In her heart, only one sentence echoed: Let you be proud, let you be proud, sooner or later I will make you look good...

  Liu Zhihe happened to walk over and heard Bemi's words. After Wen walked away, he coldly smiled and said: "Bemi, long time no see, you're getting prettier and prettier."

  Towards this former Ming Hua Middle School's little "teaching father", Bei Mi didn't dare to offend him. Generally, male students who saw her were either timid and fearful, or overly bold and presumptuous, but all of them treated her with utmost respect and tried to curry favor with her. Almost all the notable figures from Ming Hua Middle School back then had ambiguous relationships with her, except for this Liu Zhihe, who never fell for her tricks and only interacted with her a few times, with an attitude that was cold and distant.

  When Bei Mi smiles, a shallow dimple appears on his smooth face, and his eyes exude the temptation that only comes from having experienced life's ups and downs. His white teeth sparkle in the sunlight, making his two red lips even more delicate and enchanting.

  "What brings you here? Are you going out singing tonight too?"

  Listening to her intimate call, Liu Zhi's eyes were filled with disgust. He said coldly: "You'd better not go tonight, that place isn't somewhere just anyone can go!"

  Bei Mi was stunned, her pretty face flushing red with anger, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't dare say anything. Tan Yu's heart ached for her. He grabbed Liu Zhihe's collar and said, "Apologize to her!"

  Liu Zhihe smiled and said, "Do you know what happened to the last person who grabbed my clothes? Now let go, I won't bother with you for Wen Qian's sake."

  "Sorry!"

  Bei Mi knew Liu Zhihe's means, but she didn't say a word and didn't stop Tan Yu, letting him entangle with others. Just this point alone can be known that Tan Yu's weight in her heart is chilling.

  Liu Zhihe and He, among others, immediately saw this point and laughed: "Wen Rong has a brother like you, it's really bad luck. Okay, I won't argue with fools either, whoever wants to go can go. Anyway, it's just for fun, lively."

  This was almost an apology, Tan Yu wasn't a fool either, he knew Liu Zhi could say such things and still backed down in consideration of Wen Jian's face. He loosened his grip and took a step back.

  Liu Zhihe seemed to have found something interesting and walked directly to Wen Qian's side, saying in a low voice: "Is it true or false? Does your brother have a brain disease?"

  Although Wen Cheng was talking to Xu Yao, his eyes were fixed on the situation over there. He knew that Liu Zhi had given him a lot of face. Smiling, he said: "That's called infatuation, you big fool! You think everyone is like you, heartless and ruthless?"

  Liu Zhihe was about to retort when a group of girls from Class 2 surrounded a sweet-looking, petite girl and walked over. The lead girl said, "Xu Yao, since you've decided on Dandelion, then go there."

  "But Xicheng is so far away, how are you going to get there later? We'll wait for Bai Huan to come and pick us up in a car."

  Xu Yao said lightly: "Let's take the bus"

  "Has she finished speaking? This level of girl?"

  "If I had known it would be like this, we might as well have asked Bai Huan to find a few motorcycles to pick us up, so that the whole class wouldn't be embarrassed."

  "Or else, let's just squeeze in and take pity on them." Almost instantly, Xu Yao and the others were drowned out by a group of girls' chatter. The two classes had already been at odds for some time, and now they saw an opportunity to strike back at their opponents. Xu Yao was furious. Just as she was about to speak, three black Audis slowly drove up from a distance and stopped in front of the crowd.

  Bai Huan got out of the front passenger seat, ran to the back seat and opened the door. A girl with extremely slender hands covering the top of the car came down from the car, wearing simple clothes, but in an instant, she stunned everyone's heart.

  Yeah, I've been writing badly lately. The plot and ideas are all there, but somehow the words just aren't flowing well. I sat for six hours and only managed to write one chapter. I heard this is a disease, officially known as writer's block, which can only be cured by being smashed with things. After some thought, I think it makes sense, so please use your subscriptions to smash me awake!

  ECHO is off.