The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 23: 011 Director Chen, that day Liang Zewen’s extraordinarily talented disciple_3

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Director Chen casually took a seat by the dining table. He was likely in his thirties or forties, with a stern expression that rarely broke into a smile.

Resting one hand on the table, he looked toward Ren Qian, “Mr. Ren, 1 1 m afraid I’ll be imposing on you with my visit this time, please do take good care of me.’

“How could I dare,” Ren Qian, also a sly fox, responded with a smile, his demeanor perfectly pitched, “It’s our Ren Family that’s honored by your presence.”

Although he smiled, Ren Qian’s heart was truly shocked.

There had long been rumors in Xiangcheng that Chen Family was a side branch of that Chen Family in Jiangjing, but Ren Qian had his doubts.

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Not until recently, when a secret order suddenly descended on Xiangcheng.

A certain Director Chen would be sent from Jiangjing to oversee Xiangcheng.

The sudden deployment left Ren Qian at a loss until Chen Gang arrived with the news of Director Chen’s arrival.

“l heard that there’s an authentic piece by Liang Zewen at the auction house?” Director Chen took the wine Ren Qian poured for him and said indifferently.

This was another task given to Director Chen by the Chen Family in Jiangjing.

“Indeed, but the auction house issued a notice in the past few days,” Ren Qian explained, “rumors suggest the handwriting may not be his own.”

Director Chen frowned.

Ren Qian felt a flutter of anxiety, “However, it is indeed authentic. It appears to be notes from one of his disciples. The auction house has already engaged an appraisal expert; the appraisal is still ongoing, so the auction has been postponed by five days.”

“Really?” Director Chen sat up straight.

“The appraisal is still underway,” beside him, Chen Gang quickly added, “I will keep a close eye on this matter.”

As everyone knows, Liang Zewen, the illustrious Prime Minister from ancient times, in his life took only two disciples besides Emperor Jiang Wen…

And they were the exceptionally talented siblings from the Bai Family.

Emperor Jiang Wen naturally wouldn’t use the same handwriting as Elder Liang.

Thus, if it was someone else’s, it could only be one of the siblings from the Bai Family.

It seems that not all unofficial histories are groundless. The Chen Family in Jiangjing, untouchable and revered through the ages, has always been a staunch fan of the Bai Family. The majority of the private museum’s collection belongs to the Bai Family— and generation after generation, the Chen Family reverently enshrines the Bai

Familys ancestral tablets.

For the Chen Family, this was more attractive than an authentic piece by Liang Zewen!

Ren Qian only exchanged a glance with the Secretary-General. Clearly, they had to find a way to get an invitation to the White Tiger Auction House.

Meanwhile,

Ming Dongheng watched with unease as the bus wobbled away. He was tempted to follow the bus in his car.

But Bai Lian wouldn’t allow it.

He had no choice but to wait for her to get on the bus before driving back to the manor.

Jiang Fulai was dining with Jiang He at the table, both of them speaking seldom, as they always did during meals.

Silence and tranquility reigned.

Ming Dongheng sat down and began to eat slowly as well.

Setting his bowl down, Jiang Fulai suddenly remembered something, “Who sent over the tea?”

Everything delivered here was handpicked by Xu Nanjing. Ming Dongheng swallowed a mouthful of food, “Xu Nanjing.”

“Hmm,” Jiang Fulai drew a disinfectant tissue, meticulously wiped his hands clean while looking at his lap, his tone casual, “From now on, everything follows this standard.’

Ming Dongheng nodded.

Jiang Fulai stood up, taking the documents on the table with him to the laboratory.

The experiment on “dark matter” had a long schedule, and he had recreated his Jiangjing laboratory in Xiangcheng in its entirety, which is why there was a corner reserved for Jiang He’s stuff.

A table no taller than seventy centimeters, a stool merely twenty centimeters

Even the experimental apparatus were a size smaller.

Jiang Fulai walked up to the long laboratory bench, about to place his own documents down, when he caught sight of a piece of paper not far away.

His laboratory was always clean and tidy; this paper must have been left by the other two.

He approached, casually picking up the paper. There were seven sets of data from top to bottom. He was initially just curious about what the other two had been up to until his eyes fell on the fourth set…

He froze..