One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

A deal involving three people, each with their own selfish motives, ultimately only Zhang Chulan was hurt.

Zhang Chulan, who originally earned 1 million yuan in commission from 100 million yuan, ended up with nothing after being repeatedly pulled between Jiang Bailan and Wang Ye.

孽 孽!

Fortunately, Jiang Bailan hadn't completely cut off all ties. Thinking that she would still need the other party to do things for her, she transferred 20 yuan to Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao respectively.

As the saying goes, even the King of Hell doesn't need starving ghosts. He's already made 2000 million, so he really doesn't care about 40.

As for Zhuge Qing?

What money does a scoundrel like him need to pay?

You asked him if he had the nerve to come and take it.

"Brother Lan, what's wrong?"

Looking at the 20 yuan that had arrived in his account, Zhang Chulan was extremely surprised. He never imagined that he would receive money from Jiang Bailan in his lifetime.

In that instant, Zhang Chulan felt that Jiang Bailan still loved him!

His adoptive father did not abandon him!

Seeing Zhang Chulan's excited expression, Jiang Bailan, though unsure of what he was thinking, could roughly guess it wasn't good news, so she added, "You guys arrest a few people over the next couple of days. I need to make some preparations. Call me when you're done."

None of them disagreed with Jiang Bailan's statement, since they needed to have sufficient evidence to confront the Ten Elders.

In their eyes, Jiang Bailan's talk of "preparing" must mean communicating with the company's senior management and putting external pressure on Chen Jinkui, one of the "Ten Elders".

Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan and the others couldn't help but sigh in amazement. They were all in their early twenties, so why was the other person so outstanding?

Looking at Jiang Bailan's receding figure, the group felt not only admiration but also a sense of worship.

-

Leaving the coffee shop, Jiang Bailan checked the time and saw that it was still early. She wasn't in a hurry to find a place to stay and decided to take a stroll first to see if it was true, as the internet said, that Beijing was full of AUVs and underground tunnels.

Speaking of shopping, one can't leave out the legendary Beijing-style fermented mung bean juice. Although Jiang Bailan had heard that it tasted terrible, he still wanted to try it.

How can he prove he's been to Beijing if he doesn't try some authentic old Beijing flavors?

Just like checking in at popular tourist attractions, even if the place is a pile of stinking dog poop, you still have to take photos with tears in your eyes, edit them, and post them beautifully on social media...

As for Zhang Chulan and others' claim that they went to communicate with the company and put pressure on Chen Jinkui, one of the Ten Elders?

Jiang Bailan asked, "Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble?"

Not only will there be no need for company pressure, but there won't even be a need for witnesses; we can simply visit them in person.

Jiang Bailan, who was familiar with the plot, knew exactly how to get Chen Jinkui to stop monitoring Wang Ye's family, but whether he could stop targeting Wang Ye was not his concern...

Surely they don't really expect Jiang Bailan to stand up to the Ten Elders without even a small goal!

Jiang Bailan found a century-old shop on the street that looked authentic and went inside. Following the helpful advice from netizens, she ordered a bowl of Old Beijing Douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), along with some pickled vegetable shreds and hawthorn cake...

5 minute later.

Watching the beautiful woman at the next table spit out the sour and smelly fermented mung bean juice she had just drunk, as if vomiting some kind of white, viscous liquid, Jiang Bailan sniffed the bowl of sour and smelly old Beijing fermented mung bean juice and thought she might as well go eat Peking duck instead...

Even if that stuff is awful, it can't be worse than this!

-

Meanwhile, after parting ways with Jiang Bailan, Zhang Chulan chatted with Wang Ye while observing the location of the hidden surveillance agents, and asked a question that had puzzled him for a long time.

"Master Wang Ye, you clearly have a better way to solve this problem, so why do you still spend money to come to us to solve it?"

Before Wang Ye could answer Zhang Chulan's question, the quick-witted Feng Baobao blurted out, "Because he's stupid and has too much money to burn."

Wang Ye: “…”

If Wang Ye wasn't afraid that Feng Baobao would bury him again that night and continue to "care" for him with an electric shock baton, he really wanted to rush up and give her a couple of slaps.

However, Wang also understood Zhang Chulan's meaning; he was asking why Zhang Chulan didn't hand over the Mad Queen Qimen to Chen Jinkui, one of the Ten Elders.

"Zhang Chulan, what about you? Why won't you hand over the Qi Source Flow?"

"Me?" Hearing the other party's question, Zhang Chulan said helplessly, "I would like to hand it over, but unfortunately I don't know how... It would be a good thing to hand it over. The more people who know how, the safer I will be, and I won't have to be watched like this anymore."

Hearing Zhang Chulan's answer, Wang Ye was somewhat surprised, but as the inheritor of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, he understood the feeling of being coveted.

"Master Wang Ye, you haven't given your reasons yet."

Upon hearing Zhang Chulan's question again, Wang Ye explained the peculiarities of the Mad Queen's Qimen, emphasizing the word "madness."

After speaking, Zhang Chulan's evaluation of Wang Ye was just one thing... because he was kind!

To prevent those blinded by greed from going mad, they are willing to bear troubles that don't belong to them. Such people are the complete opposite of Zhang Chulan.

-

after one day.

Just as Jiang Bailan was engaged in a fierce battle with three ferocious enemies at a high-end bathhouse and SAP club in the capital, fighting so hard that the sky darkened and the earth shook, and was finally cut down from his horse and fell into a deep sleep, Zhang Chulan and the others also captured the tongue they needed.

Looking at the rising sun on the horizon, the group dialed each other's numbers.

Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling~~

In the VIP room of the club, on a messy round bed, Jiang Bailan listened to her phone ringing and reached out to stroke it.

I didn't touch the phone, but I did touch something soft and bouncy.

No! Let's try again!

The hand explored again, and this time it touched a soft, raised object.

Jiang Bailan: "..."

-

Half an hour later, at the entrance of the bathhouse, Wang Ye watched Jiang Bailan walk out, then looked up at the sign above, even rubbing his eyes, thinking he was seeing things...

After confirming that his eyes were fine, he asked Zhang Chulan, who was standing next to him, "Zhang Chulan, when did the company set up such an office? This is quite a fancy idea!"

In his mind, Jiang Bailan had taken his money, so she would definitely do things for him and would definitely talk to the company's senior management. Why would she come here for a foot massage?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

He believed that Jiang Bailan still had this much professional ethics!

Zhang Chulan: "..."

He really wanted to tell Wang Ye that this was not a company office at all, but simply Jiang Bailan's office, and that it handled matters worth billions of yuan per minute!

But he was afraid that Wang Ye wouldn't be able to accept it.

Zhuge Qing, standing behind him, also looked puzzled. He thought that no matter how unscrupulous Na Du Tong was, they wouldn't set up an office here!

Moreover, this place doesn't look very legitimate...

Just as Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were wondering, Feng Baobao, who had washed Jiang Bailan's feet a few times, stepped forward and asked like a seasoned pro, "Jiang Bailan, did you wash meat or vegetables..."

Everyone: "???"

Upon hearing Feng Baobao's question, Wang Ye felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He could now confirm that this place was not some company office, and that Jiang Bailan, that bastard, had really come to a bathhouse for a massage!

asshole!

We were supposed to go and catch the tongue, and this is the place you come to prepare?

Still getting ready!

Sun scoundrel, you must have had a great time these past two days, right?

Thinking about how he and Zhang Chulan stayed up all night arguing, while Jiang Bailan was having a good time, all the words Wang Ye wanted to say came out as "I'm going to work at 8 a.m.!"