The real daughter is reborn, and the whole family is buried in the crematorium. It's reasonable

When Shaodong and expert Li were cutting the stones, Yu Deyan told them the origin of this batch of rough materials.

When they learned that they were created by Quan Ye, they showed their joy.

After all, Quanye is also a brand of high-end raw stones.

Moreover, Shaodong also learned from Yu Deyan that other groups also bought the same batch of raw materials.

Shaodong had some other ideas at that time.

He once told Yu Deyan that there was no problem with the batch of raw materials, but that didn't mean there were no other possibilities.

For example, this batch of rough materials was screened and eliminated by other gambling stone experts with more experience and better eyesight.

Although they can't see any problem, these raw materials are actually waste.

According to Shao Dong's guess, this batch of rough materials should be waste materials that cannot produce high-end jadeite. Even if there is, they may be rare.

But now the news in the group ruthlessly overturned his guess.

Every expert in gambling on stones who has unpacked this batch of rough materials has been full of praise for them, and the photos sent in the group are enough to prove that their words are not exaggerations.

Shaodong pounded his chest twice in pain.

So why did this happen when it came to the Yu family?

Is it because of bad feng shui?

Shao Dong's eyes were wandering, and the scene of Mr. Li falling on his back kept flashing in his mind.

He felt that he should carefully consider his future career planning.

……

"Mr. Quan, did you hear that?"

Quan Ye calmly moved the phone away from his ear.

The crackling sound of firecrackers persistently drilled into Quan Ye's ears.

He frowned and simply hung up the phone.

Three seconds later.

The phone rang again.

Quan Ye glanced at it and ignored it.

He picked up the phone just as the ringing was about to end.

This time, there was finally no deafening sound of firecrackers on the other end of the phone. Although it was still a bit noisy, it was much quieter than before.

"Boss Quan, why did you hang up on me? I just wanted to share with you the joy of the increase in bets. Listen to the sound of firecrackers. It's so festive."

Jiang Shifei stood outside the warehouse, holding a cell phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other, squinting his eyes and smiling slightly.

Like other jewelry companies, Jiang's started cutting the stone at an auspicious time the day after receiving the raw material.

As the current head of the Jiang family, Jiang Shifei was present throughout the whole process and witnessed the process of the betting rising with his own eyes. Now that he was feeling very proud of himself, he couldn't help but want to tease Quan Ye.

"Are you sober from yesterday's drinking?"

Quan Ye's cold voice came from the phone.

Jiang Shifei's smile froze. He threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and crushed it hard with his shoe.

"Mr. Quan, are you seeing things? I'm not drunk, hahaha, how could I be drunk? Don't you know that I have a nickname: I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?"

Quan Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, "Oh, really? When Young Master Jiang said that he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, did he mean that Sprite was mixed with water to pretend to be white wine, or that grape drinks were used to disguise as red wine?"

"how do you know?"

Jiang Shifei blurted out the words and then felt something was wrong, his expression changed again and again.

This is the secret he is most reluctant to reveal to the outside world.

He is allergic to alcohol and is at risk of shock if he drinks more than 100ml.

In order to prevent others from taking advantage of his shortcomings, he created an image of a playboy and frequented various bars and clubs.

But the wine he drank was specially processed, and there was no problem from the outside, not even the smell. The difference could only be discovered when he drank it.

Jiang Shifei had been carefully hiding the secret, but unexpectedly it was exposed by Quan Ye.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze flickering constantly.

"If you don't want others to know, then don't do it." Quan Ye's voice was as calm as ever. "I'm not interested in Mr. Jiang's personal situation. I also ask Mr. Jiang to focus on the company and don't look for me if you don't have anything to do."

After that, the sound of the phone being hung up was heard from the receiver.

Jiang Shifei put down the phone, looked at the call record on the screen in silence for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

Quan Ye thought that he could get rid of him by saying this, but he was underestimating him.

Actually, this is an opportunity to make friends with Quan Ye.

He had worked with Quan Ye before, and both parties should have been wary of each other.

But now that Quan Ye has grasped his weakness, his vigilance against him will certainly be reduced a lot.

In this case, cooperation between the two parties should be smoother.

Although he felt that Quan Ye was arrogant and cold, he was still reliable as a partner.

Jiang Shifei does not want to draw a clear line between himself and Quan Ye. He is still waiting to use Quan Ye's power to completely control the Jiang family.

However, Quan Ye must have lost his patience with him now. If he calls again, the other party might directly put him on the blacklist, so he should wait for a while before contacting the other party.

He just happened to remember that Ms. Vanessa would come to Cloud City this week, so he decided to shift his focus to this internationally renowned jewelry master.

"Dalong." Jiang Shifei raised his eyes and looked at the sturdy man behind him.

"Master Jiang."

Dalong responded and lowered his head slightly, his heart beating fast.

Will Young Master Jiang take out the anger he suffered from President Quan on him?

"Please help me check the international flights that will arrive in Cloud City within this week. I need to know the exact time when Ms. Vanessa will arrive in Cloud City."

"Yes."

Dalong breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he was not scolded.

Just as he was thinking this, Jiang Shifei suddenly started to curse: "Liu Dalong! You said you have been with me for several years, why didn't you stop me yesterday! You used your eyes to soak in wine!"

Dalong admitted his mistake sincerely, lowered his head and rolled his eyes.

How come he had none left? Yesterday he had deliberately reminded Jiang Shao that the wine here had not been tampered with, and asked him not to drink too much.

As a result, their Young Master Jiang agreed and drank it down in one gulp, and he didn't even have a chance to stop him.

Fortunately, Jiang Shifei didn’t really want to scold him, he just wanted to vent his anger. After saying a few words, he waved his hand and asked him to go about his business.

After Dalong left, Jiang Shifei rubbed his hands, put on a smile and went into the warehouse to continue watching the gambling stone expert interpret the stones.

……

Yuncheng No.1 Middle School.

The last class of the afternoon.

Zhang Jun, the math teacher of Class 10, walked into the classroom and handed out the next set of test papers.

"Do the test in this class and review it in the next class."

After saying that, he pulled the stool from the podium, sat aside, and started playing with his cell phone.

Zhang Jun is about 8 years old. Because of his average teaching ability, he is responsible for teaching mathematics to classes 9, 10 and .

These three classes also have the lowest average math scores in the entire senior year.

He was fairly attentive when teaching Class 8 and Class 9, but he didn't put much effort into teaching Class 10. He usually handed out test papers or exercises for the students in Class 10 to do, and then went straight to reviewing them in the next class.

When commenting on the lecture, he didn't care whether the students in Class 10 understood it or not. He just read it out word for word, which was very perfunctory.

Because of this, the mathematics scores of Class 10 have remained at a stable bottom, never improving, and only have room for decline.