he does not know?"

He hadn't seen this Bai Zian before, so he had a bad impression.

It is still important for young people to be steady and practical.

Ren Wanxuan quickly rubbed Ren Qian's shoulders, "Don't be angry, my dad didn't mean it. You know him. He only cares about research. He doesn't even remember how old I am."

The Ji family has indeed not relied on the Ren family to cause trouble in all these years.

It's just that Ren Qian didn't care about the Ji family. He calmed down and told Ren Wanxuan: "Okay, don't worry about the Ji family. Your dad is not clear-headed. You have to figure out what is most important.

I will take the college entrance examination next year, so don’t be distracted by other things.”

After Ren Wanxuan left, the secretary-general said: "Next year's college entrance examination, it will be our turn to be the top scholar in Xiangcheng. Miss Wanxuan has a good chance."

"The competition for her this year is too great. It will be difficult for her to compete with the Chen family in Xiangcheng." Ren Qian knew a little bit about the inside story. He shook his head, "Don't talk about the top pick in Beicheng. Let's talk about it after getting the top pick in Xiangcheng."

In their eyes, the biggest goal is the No. 1 pick in Beicheng.

As for the top pick in the country, no one has thought about it.

In which year was the national champion not from Jiangjing?

How could it be somewhere else.

"This is the list of items to be auctioned by White Tiger Auction House in a week's time," the secretary-general remembered the business, "This time there is an authentic work by Liang Zewen."

Hearing this, Ren Qian quickly reached out to take it, "Liang Zewen's authentic work?"

Liang Ti is the most popular font, not only loved by ordinary people, but also highly praised by major aristocratic families and great writers, so Ren Qian asked Ren Wanxuan to learn Liang Ti from a young age.

Obviously, Ren Wanxuan has been very successful in this step. She has been favored by many people because of this skill since she was a child.

There are very few authentic works of Liang Zewen, and the only one known to the outside world is in the private museum of the Chen family in Jiangjing.

As soon as this authentic painting comes out, a lot of people will come from all over the country.

No one would suspect it was fake. After all, it was the largest auction house in Asia. No one would dare to cause trouble even if the auction house opened on Blackwater Street.

"Find a way to get an invitation letter to the auction house." Ren Qian said.

**

The next day.

Bai Zian did not stay in the library because Jiang Fuli had someone bring her a multimeter.

She planned to go home and let her grandpa know what "wrong time to watch" meant.

The No. 12 bus stopped at Qingshui Street. When Bai Zian got off the bus carrying a black backpack, she saw a circle of people surrounding Qingshui Street near the canteen.

As Bai Qian approached, the man in the white vest watching the excitement outside the crowd shook his hands.

With a "pop" sound, the cigarette fell to the ground.

"Captain Zhang, ask them, have I broken the law?" In the middle of the crowd, a middle-aged man in black puffed out a smoke ring and pointed at a jelly vendor selling jelly, "You dare to say that I have broken the law?

?”

The jelly vendor shook his head in fear. He cleaned up the stall that was kicked, "No, no! I knocked it down myself!"

"Oh, do you dare?" The middle-aged man took two more steps and pointed at the seller of hand-carved items.

The man sat on the ground and waved his hands wildly.

He was wearing an embroidered shoe and finally stopped in front of Ji Heng, "What about you? Do you dare?"

Ji Heng looked at the stall that had fallen to the ground and shook his head.

"Look," the middle-aged man looked at Captain Zhang leisurely and said arrogantly: "I told you I didn't, Captain Zhang, you don't want to take a good guy back, do you?"

"You..." Captain Zhang was about to take action, but his companion hugged him tightly, "Forget it, Captain Zhang!"

The companion whispered in Captain Zhang's ear, "He should be the poisonous scorpion..."

Captain Zhang calmed down.

Poisonous scorpion.

One of the top ten wanted men on their internal wanted list. He often circulates around Blackwater Street and internationally. Many of his subordinates are mercenaries. They are backed by bars on Blackwater Street. I heard that the FBI can't do anything to him.

The power is huge.

Poisonous Scorpion had long anticipated this situation.

He looked at Captain Zhang contemptuously, threw the cigarette to the ground in front of him, and stepped on it with his foot, "It seems that Captain Zhang has to find another way to catch me."

No one dared to speak.

The poisonous scorpion arrogantly took away all the cigarettes from the canteen and left Qingshui Street without hesitation.

After everyone left, Captain Zhang silently helped the surrounding vendors tidy up their stalls. He whispered to these people: "I'm sorry."

The people in the Blackwater Street bar, the border treaty between the two countries, the people there——

Team Zhang has no evidence, so there is really nothing he can do.

Even if the Chen family in Xiangcheng were here today, they would still suffer a loss.

Bai Zian stood not far away, watching this scene calmly.

The back of his white vest became hairy when she looked at him. He shuddered, chewed on his cigarette and went to help the vendors collect their things.

Obviously, the man in the white vest was also one of the "contract officers" who was not easy to mess with. When he saw him helping to collect things, Captain Zhang couldn't help but look at him and then at the shop owner not far away.

The people around gradually dispersed. This kind of thing is not uncommon in Qingshui Street.

"Aji?" Ji Heng packed up his things, but saw Baiji standing on the street.

Neighbors like the gadgets made by Ji Heng, and he will have a stall every few days. Bai Qian studies late at the library every day, and this is the first time he has seen him stall.

"Yes." Bai Qian responded calmly and reached out to take Ji Heng's things.

"It's okay, grandpa is used to spending money and eliminating disasters," Ji Heng held the pipe and obviously talked a lot today, "This kind of thing doesn't happen often. He is from the opposite side and doesn't come here often. You will

Be careful when you go out, it’s better for us ordinary people to mess with them as little as possible.”

He comforted Bai Zian.

Bai Zian said "Yeah" obediently again, but her dark eyes grew colder.

Ji Heng was very relieved about her.

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

The lights in Ji Heng's room went out, and Bai Qian went to the room. She tightened the last screw on the electric fan.

Then I took my mobile phone and gently closed the door and went out.

Crossing the bridge at the end of Qingshui Street, a street spans in front of you. It is magnificent. It is obviously ten o'clock in the evening, but it is as bright as day. The entrance is written in two languages ​​-

Blackwater Street.

The white vest has been waiting here for a long time. When he looked up, he saw the girl in a moon-white dress who was incompatible with this street.

"Sister." Bai Wei came up, handed Bai Qian a cigarette, and lit it.
Chapter completed!