【Quick Wear】I always go to the wrong plot

Zhao Xi boarded the train of this era.

Train passenger cars are classified into first class, second class and third class. The comfort, treatment and ticket prices of these three types of cars are obviously different.

The first-class car is the most comfortable, with luxurious facilities, wide seats, carpeted floors, and a dressing room and toilet.

It was not at all as crowded and noisy as Zhao Xi had imagined.

Jiang Shuliu has never been a person who would let herself be wronged. She sat in a chair in a relaxed manner, reading a newspaper in her hand to pass the time. The scenery outside flashed by like a perfect cover.

"Miss, can I sit here too?" Zhao Xi asked as he sat opposite Jiang Shuliu.

Of course, Zhao Xi was not the only one who followed Jiang Shuliu to the capital, but they all took the second-class car, and only Zhao Xi was left behind.

Jiang Shuliu gave her a look, and Zhao Xi stopped talking.

Suddenly, Jiang Shuliu put down the newspaper and stood up. Zhao Xi hurriedly wanted to follow him, but Jiang Shuliu stuffed a newspaper into her hand and asked her to read it slowly.

Zhao Xi held the newspaper and watched Jiang Shuliu go to the seat behind them with a smile on his face.

There sat an old man and a young lady, all dressed in expensive clothes.

"Mr. Zhong, long time no see. It's fate that we meet here."

Jiang Shuliu's voice is a little deeper than that of ordinary women, and more magnetic, like an ethereal bamboo flute.

Zhao Xi withdrew her gaze with little interest, knowing that Jiang Shuliu was going to discuss business with his partners again and she had nothing to do here.

Really, with such a career-minded mind, if Jiang Shuliu was the heroine, she would really be curious about which man could take in this white spider instead of being swallowed by her.

Zhao Xi thought she should read the newspaper.

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Arriving in Beijing, the country's capital, I have to say that its grandeur is several degrees higher than that of Pingsheng City.

Jiang Shuliu was walking in front with big strides, and Zhao Xi followed him carrying her small luggage, but her eyes were looking around curiously.

The road was very wide. It was not an asphalt road like the modern ones, but a neatly built marble road. Cars passed by on it, and one could only catch a glimpse of the exotic faces inside the cars.

There are many street vendors, probably from poor families. They wear small round hats and simple black linen long gowns. In front of them are peanuts and packs of cigarettes for sale. There is a sign in traditional Chinese characters: Foreign Cigarette Shop.

He still held a cigarette between his thick black fingers, and his eyes were watching the passers-by, looking for his customers.

I always feel that the Beijing accent has a more charming tone when my voice is raised.

There are many such vendors, and some of them are dressed as Beijing police officers on the street. Their signs and uniforms change frequently. Their main tasks are to maintain urban security and manage prohibited matters.

Wooden archways over the street are the largest and most common, and they are landmarks of a place.

Zhao Xi found it very novel and felt like he was witnessing a personal experience of historical changes.

Before Zhao Xi could take a few more glances, the car that came from the Jiang family to pick them up had already stopped. Zhao Xi got in the car and watched it drive through the streets and alleys until it entered an alley.

The driver opened the door for Jiang Shuliu and said, "Miss, the master is waiting for you in the main hall."

After passing through the alley, there was a feeling of sudden enlightenment in front of Zhao Xi, and a whole standard courtyard house appeared in front of him.

The exterior is made of red walls and green tiles, and the square shape perfectly conforms to the standard round square. The brown door with a bronze tiger lock is slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of the inside.

There were a lot of people coming and going at the door. Judging from their attire, they should be servants. Some were sweeping the floor, some were putting up flowers, and others were constantly moving things into the mansion.

The plaque on the door is the most clear and eye-catching: Jiang Mansion.

Zhao Xi was amazed at the huge family background that was so prominent.

Jiang Shuliu walked over and was greeted with "Hello, young lady".

Jiang Shuliu looked straight ahead, and Zhao Xi lowered his head and followed.

When Zhao Xi arrived at the main hall, he found that it was already full of people.

At the top center is a middle-aged man with a mustache. He wears a dark purple satin robe with dark patterns faintly visible. There is an imperial green jade pendant hanging from his waist and a single-rimmed pair of glasses on his right eye. These are glasses unique to this era and are very expensive.

He should be the current head of the Jiang family, Jiang Jingtao.

As for the young woman sitting on his right, her graceful figure was perfectly accentuated by the slim-fitting oleander-patterned green cheongsam, and her soft face was pure and innocent without any makeup.

Her eyes fell on Jiang Shuliu as soon as she came in, and the meaning of her scrutiny was obvious.

She is Jiang Jingtao's ninth concubine, Kong Jie.

There were also people sitting in other seats, whose gazes were like the most advanced x-rays, trying to see Jiang Shuliu thoroughly.

After all, this is Jiang Shuliu. Being able to break through the shackles of her female identity allowed Jiang Jingtao to surpass the eldest son, making Jiang Shuliu the first junior in the Jiang family to get involved in business.

"Dad, I'm back." Jiang Shuliu said.

"Yeah." Jiang Jingtao is a typical businessman. Profit is the most important thing in his heart. Jiang Shuliu has brought him the most profit, and he loves this child the most.

"Is the business in the south stable?" Jiang Jingtao said, "I also heard that you have contacted India?"

Jiang Shuliu said calmly: "Yes, not only that..."

After the father and daughter talked about the porcelain business, everyone else had mixed feelings.

Sure enough, Jiang Jingtao was very happy with Jiang Shuliu's performance. He stroked his beard and said something he had repeated countless times: "Hahaha, if you were a man, I would have handed the Jiang family over to you a long time ago."

If I were a man, I would probably not live to be able to speak.

Jiang Shuliu sneered in his heart, but still pretended to be hypocritical: "Thanks to my father's teachings."

"By the way," Jiang Jingtao said casually, "The kid from the Ji family will be back in three days. By then, you two should meet and cultivate your relationship. After all, you will be a family in the future."

"Come to think of it, you met each other when you were kids and played together."

In response to Jiang Jingtao's words, Jiang Shuliu agreed obediently: "Yes."

Then Jiang Shuliu said, "I'm a little tired, Dad. I'll go back first."

Jiang Shuliu did not sit down during the whole process, nor did she speak to anyone other than Jiang Jingtao. She stood upright in the middle of the lobby, her face calm and her posture relaxed, like a proud trumpet creeper.

Jiang Jingtao waved his hand: "That's right, you've been sitting in the car for such a long time, go quickly, your room has been reserved for you."

But the moment Jiang Shuliu turned around, the smile faded from her face like the tide, and Jiang Shuliu became expressionless.

Zhao Xi felt sympathetic when she saw this. She didn't understand this and she had no right to participate in the conversation between Jiang Shuliu and Jiang Jingtao, but she could see Jiang Shuliu's true attitude.

Jiang Shuliu hated this place with all his heart.

Jiang Shuliu left with big steps, her skirt fluttering, just like her owner's irritable mood.

Zhao Xi hurriedly followed, walked through the corridor, and Jiang Shuliu arrived at the west wing.

"Miss, let me pack your luggage for you first."

After entering the room, Zhao Xi knew that this was Jiang Shuliu's territory, so he said.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Shuliu stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.

Zhao Xi: “???”

Zhao Xi was puzzled, but didn't care, after all, they were all women. Jiang Shuliu used to hate others touching her, but now she took the initiative to touch Zhao Xi. Zhao Xi thought this was a big step forward in her career as a bootlicker!

She saw that Jiang Shuliu was in a bad mood, so she patted her on the back and said, "Miss, why don't you take a nap first."

Jiang Shuliu buried his face in the crook of her neck and said in a muffled voice: "Don't bother me, it's annoying."

Then don’t hug me!

Zhao Xi felt that the eldest lady just knew how to get angry with her.

"Xichun, you are too short. Please grow taller quickly. My neck hurts when I bend it."

Jiang Shuliu was a head taller than her. Zhao Xi listened and took advantage of Jiang Shuliu not being able to see and rolled her eyes: "Miss, this is not something I can control."

It’s becoming more and more difficult to serve!