Director Chen dared to look at her. The little girl didn't look very big. Director Chen slowed down his voice and kindly comforted her: "It's okay, the bad guy has been partially punished, don't be afraid."

"That's good." Bai Feng finished drinking tea.

He took his schoolbag and said goodbye to Jiang Fuli and his friends.

Jiang He pulled her sleeve.

Bai Feng lowered his eyelashes and glanced at him, "I want to go home and have dinner with my grandfather."

**

The Ren family is separated by several streets.

The Ren family, Chen family and other groups were waiting in a manner.

"Mr. Chen, when will he arrive?" Ren Qian looked at the middle-aged man beside him. Although he was anxious, he was still very polite to Mr. Chen.

The person who is called Mr. Chen is the big GDP player in Xiangcheng, Chen Gang. He stared at his watch, "It should be soon."

As he was talking, someone outside suddenly came to report in surprise: "Mr. Chen is here!"

Ren Qian and Chen Gang stood up and went out to greet him.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu also stood up and looked at each other.

"Mr. Chen," Chen Gang brought Ren Qian respectfully to welcome the people in, and then introduced Ren Qian: "This is the current top manager of Xiangcheng, Mr. Ren Qian."

If Bai Zi was here, he could recognize that this person was Director Chen whom he had just met.

Director Chen sat at the dining table casually, about 30 or 40 years old, with a stern face and serious smile, and only put one hand on the table, looking at Ren Qian: "Mr. Ren, I'll disturb you more this time, please.

Take care of it."

"How dare you?" Ren Qian was also an old fox. He smiled and said with a right attitude. "It's our Ren family that shines brightly."

Although he was smiling, Ren Qian was shocked inside.

In fact, there have been rumors in Xiangcheng that the Chen family is a sub-branch of the Chen family in Jiangjing, but Ren Qian is skeptical.

Until recently, Xiangcheng was suddenly issued a secret order.

Jiang Jing will delegate a Director Chen to supervise Xiangcheng.

Suddenly, when Ren Qian was at a loss, Chen Gang came to him with news from Director Chen.

"I heard that there is a genuine work of Liang Zewen in the auction hall?" Director Chen took the wine that Ren Qian poured for him and spoke lightly.

This is also another task given to Director Chen by the Jiangjing Chen family.

"That's right, but there was a notice from the auction house here for two days," Ren Qian explained, "I heard that the handwriting may not be written by him."

Director Chen frowned.

Ren Qian was shocked when he saw it, "But it is indeed the original work. It seems to be the notes of one of his apprentices. The auction house has found an appraisal expert and is still under appraisal, so the auction will be postponed for five days."

"Take it seriously?" Director Chen sat upright.

"It's still being identified," Chen Gang said hurriedly, "I will pay close attention to this matter."

As we all know, Liang Zewen, the prime minister of the ages, only accepted two disciples in this life except Emperor Jiang Wen...

That is the Bai brother and sister of the genius.

Emperor Jiang Wen naturally would not use the same handwriting as Mr. Liang.

So if there is another person, it can only be one of the brothers and sisters of the Bai family.

It seems that rumors of unofficial history are not groundless. The unattainable Chen family in Jiangjing has been a fan of the Bai family since ancient times. Most of the private museums of the Chen family were things from the Bai family before their lifetime—

He also worships the Bai family's full-body tablets for generations.

This is more attractive to the Chen family than the original works of Liang Zewen!

Ren Qian only looked at the Secretary-General. It was obvious that they must find a way to get the invitation letter from the White Tiger Auction.

**

Here.

Ming Dongheng watched the bus stagger away worriedly, and he wanted to drive and follow the bus behind.

But Bai Zi refused to let him go.

He had to wait for her to board the bus and drive back to the manor.

Jiang Fuli was sitting at the table with Jiang He for dinner. Both of them were talking very little and never spoke.

Silence and quiet.

Ming Dongheng also sat over and ate slowly.

Jiang Fuli put down the bowl and suddenly remembered something, "Who sent the tea?"

All the things sent here were selected by Xu Nanjing one by one. Ming Dongheng swallowed a mouthful of rice, "Xu Nanjing."

"Yes," Jiang Fuli took out a disinfectant tissue, lowered his eyes and wiped his hands carefully, and said in a faint tone: "From this standard to come."

Ming Dongheng nodded.

Jiang Fuli got up, picked up the documents placed on the table and went to the laboratory.

The experimental engineer of "dark matter" completely replicated his laboratory in Jiangjing in Xiangcheng, so there was something in the corner of Jiang He.

A table less than seventy centimeters tall and a stool of twenty centimeters.

Even the experimental equipment is small.

Jiang Fuli came to the long experiment table and just put down his paper when he caught a glimpse of a piece of paper placed not far away.

His laboratory has always been neat and clean, and this piece of paper should have been left by those two people.

He approached and picked up the paper casually, from top to bottom seven sets of data. He originally wanted to see what the two men did until he saw the fourth set...
Chapter completed!