MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning-Chapter 35 0 Reserve and not fight, pick up trash

  Chapter 35 035 Respect without fighting, pick up trash

  Ji Shaorong has always been a transparent person in the Ren family.

  Seldom come to the Ren family's old house, he is quiet and elegant, and the literati are proud and strong.

   There is almost no sense of presence in the Ren family.

  Ren Qian was dissatisfied with this marriage, and he seldom cared about the son-in-law until he had this granddaughter who satisfied him.

  Ji Shaorong only approached Ren Qian once seven years ago for the matter of Ji Shaojun.

   After so many years, this is the first time he spoke like this in Ren's house.

  Even Ren Qian was surprised by his attitude.

   "Okay," Ren Jiawei picked up the cigarette case on the table and took out a cigarette, bowed her head and nodded, "Dad, you have to admit that your skills are not as good as others, it's not that I look down on them both."

  Ren Wanxuan looked up at Ren Jiawei, bit her lip: "Mom..."

   "Forget it," Ren Qian stopped expressing his opinion, he stood up, "Wan Xuan and we will go to Wanhe Building first, your teacher will be here soon."

  He didn't take Ren Jiawei there.

   After the others left.

  Ji Shaorong just took out a medicine box from his coat pocket and poured out two pills. Ren Jiawei poured him a glass of water and frowned: "Don't worry about this matter, you also know that Wan Xuan has always been in charge of my dad."

  Ren Wanxuan is the only descendant of the Ren family, and has been carried by the Secretary-General to Ren Qian for training since birth.

  The two of them couldn't get in at all.

   The two faced each other, the secretary-general gave them a casual look, then turned and went out.

   "I regret giving Wanxuan to Dad." Ji Shaorong put down the water glass and pressed his eyebrows.

   "Don't think about it, but..." Ren Jiawei sat down again, looked at Ji Shaorong, thoughtfully: "Bai Po looks like your Ji family, but Wan Xuan doesn't look like that at all."

"Don't say that again in the future, and don't mention it again if you want to cultivate 蔹蔹, she won't be willing." Ji Shaorong swallowed the medicine, put the medicine box away, and shook his head again: "And when Wan Xuan heard about it, she was going to make trouble again." .”

  He has a feeling that Ren Wanxuan is very hostile to Bai Po.

   But there is clearly no conflict between the two of them.

   "Okay, okay, I didn't say it in front of other people." Ren Jiawei made a gesture of surrender, "But your niece really doesn't want to... okay, don't mention it."

  **

   At twelve o'clock, the box in Wanhe Building.

   Chen Zhu and Chen Gang are also there.

  The head teacher of Class 8 is a teacher who has been demoted to No. 1 Middle School. Anyone who is rich and powerful in Xiangcheng will transfer their children to his class.

   Chen Gang and Ren Qian were very polite to him.

   "Bai Po gave Tang Ming the spot?" Hearing the news from Ren Qian and Chen Gang, the head teacher of Class 8 was no less surprised than Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan.

   This is the quota for the preparatory camp of Jiangjing University.

  Even if you really don’t want the white scorpion, you can at least get tens of millions of dollars if you take it to the black market.

but-

   It was Shirakawa who did this.

  The head teacher of Class 8 felt that this was something she could do.

   "That's right, Bai Po has always been such a person, he doesn't bully the dark room, and contains Zhang Kezhen." The eighth class teacher sighed, Bai Po is like this in his eyes.

  Respect and not fight.

   Bright but not dazzling.

  He really has a high opinion of Bai Po.

  Ren Qian and Chen Gang looked at each other, and they both saw surprise from the bottom of each other's eyes. Their eighth class teacher is a truly wise and knowledgeable person.

   They are very relieved to hand over the younger generation to him.

   I have had several banquets, but I have never heard him praise someone so much.

  His highest evaluation of Chen Zhu is intelligence.

"To be honest, she is my son-in-law's niece," Ren Qian said with a smile. He could see that the head teacher liked Bai Chi very much, so he said to Ren Wanxuan, "Wan Xuan, you need to learn more from your cousin. reason."

  Ren Wanxuan couldn't help herself when the head teacher started talking, and later Ren Qian even told the head teacher that Bai Po was her cousin!

especially…

   Also asked her to learn from Bai Po.

  How smart she is, she has already guessed what Ren Qian was thinking.

  Ren Wanxuan held the chopsticks, still controlling herself to put on the most perfect posture.

   stood up and apologized, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."

   "I hope you can listen to me." The head teacher of Class 8 raised a glass to her and drank the glass of wine.

   Then he politely said goodbye to Ren Qian, neither humble nor overbearing, "Mr. Ren, Mr. Chen, I still have lessons to prepare, let's go first."

   and others left.

  Chen Gangcai asked Ren Qian: "I didn't expect Lao Ji's niece to be so powerful. Have you asked who she studied under?"

   "I don't know." Ren Qian knew little about the quiet and ordinary Ji family.

  The secretary-general was on the side, and poured sake for the two of them humbly, "Sir, why didn't you just ask Mr. Li to ask Bai Po to transfer that quota to Miss Wanxuan or Master Chen Zhu?"

  Chen Gang picked up the wine glass, lowered his eyes and drank lightly, without speaking.

   Silent support for the Secretary's idea.

  He doesn't know much about the Ji family, but in his eyes, the Ji family is no different from a passerby.

   "We can't control Mr. Li," Ren Qian thought of Ren Jiawei and Ji Shaorong again, and he pressed his temple: "Don't mention this matter again."

  The secretary-general stood aside and listened with a gloomy expression.

   Scattered seats.

  Ren Qian went to deal with work, and the secretary-general sent Ren Wanxuan back.

When he was in the car, the Secretary-General looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Miss, you have to get out of your own castle and get the passive cheese back by yourself. You are humming like that mouse now, but I think you can Become Haw."

  **

Four p.m.

  Jiang Fuli's residence.

   Bureau Chen is still waiting for the two to get up.

  The phone rang, and it was the men stationed in Xiangcheng. He quickly picked it up, walked outside, and then said, "Speak."

  The voice over there was respectful, "Master, Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School said that the school celebration will be in a few days, do you want to go?"

  The Chen family has always attached great importance to Xiangcheng.

   Every year, funds are allocated to Xiangcheng to protect the safety of Xiangcheng, although most of the funds are provided by the Jiang family...

  So even though Xiangcheng is on the edge of several countries, there are many criminals.

   After all, no one dared to cross Qingshui Street to cause trouble.

  In addition to Xiangcheng's defense, another part of the resources was given to Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

   This year, he left behind in Xiangcheng, and spent a good grade, and the Chen family reported it, asking Academician Ma to win a place in the reserve camp for Xiangcheng.

  Every year, Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School will invite people stationed in Xiangcheng for any celebration.

  Chen Ju was also there this year, so his subordinates called to ask Chen Ju if he wanted to watch it.

   "Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School?" Chen Ju paused when he heard that it was Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School. He counted the time, "Let me check the itinerary."

  Wang Youfeng couldn't find it, so he wasn't in the mood.

   "The principal of No. 1 Middle School said that there was a student in his school who wrote well in Liang style this year." His subordinates obviously knew Chen Ju very well.

  The Chen family, especially the old man, prefers Liang Ti and young people who can play the guzheng.

  It would be even better if you can play "White Clothes", so almost everyone in the Guzheng Association can play this piece, but not many can play it completely.

  As soon as these words came out, Chen Ju obviously hesitated, "Really? Then I'll go and have a look."

  Finally, there was the sound of walking upstairs.

   Chen Ju hastily hung up the phone, walked into the hall and looked towards the wooden stairs.

  Jiang Fuli came down from the stairs slowly. He had just taken a shower, and his half-dry hair was slightly damp. He was only wearing a black silk nightgown, the middle tie was tied tightly, and he was holding the computer with his cold white fingers.

   "Jiang Shao." Chen Ju lowered his voice.

   "Yes." Jiang Fuli sat on the sofa and turned on the computer.

  The servant served a light meal.

  Chen Ju sat down cautiously, "Someone has seen Wang Youfeng at Qinglong Bar, I have already sent someone to stay there."

   "Bar?" Jiang Fuli narrowed his eyes slightly as he browsed the papers submitted by the team members.

   Mr. Jiang has never been to a bar in his old age.

  Chen Ju pondered for a while: "I'm waiting for Mr. Ming to get up. Let's explore the way first. Mr. Ming wants to go to the fighting arena to find Teacher Zhu. Tongpa puts too much pressure on them."

  Jiang Fuli hummed, he closed the computer, turned around and took out a black card from the drawer and handed it to Bureau Chen.

   Chen Ju's eyes lit up, and he quickly took it with both hands.

   "By the way," Chen Ju remembered that the last time Bai Po was wearing the school uniform of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, "Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School will have a school celebration next week, do you want to go to watch the ceremony?"

  Jiang Fuli picked up the chopsticks and ate slowly, "I'm not free."

   "Okay." Director Chen nodded.

  Miss Bai didn't even have a show?

  He thought Miss Bai would have a show.

   But yes, Bai Po is just like Jiang Fuli, who do you think has the guts to let Jiang Fuli perform?

  Do you want to die?

  **

library.

  At noon, Bai Po and Lu Xiaohan went to eat hot pot opposite.

  Lu Xiaohan only insisted on it all morning, and after eating hot pot, he had to go home and watch dramas.

  Before leaving, she deliberately squatted beside Jiang He, smiling: "By the way, Brother Xiaoniao, we will celebrate our school next Wednesday, and there will be your sister Bai Po's program. Remember to watch it when you have time."

  Jiang He didn't speak, but slowly raised his head and glanced at Lu Xiaohan.

  Lu Xiaohan probably knew about Jiang He's possible personality problems, so he didn't care.

  After speaking, she stood up again, and said to Bai Po: "If your family has time, you must ask them to come and see, otherwise it would be a pity."

  Bai Po didn't know if Ji Heng had time.

  But Ji Shaojun definitely has no time, he has to teach students.

   "Okay." Bai Po lazily took out the earphones.

  Jiang He followed behind Bai Po, silently recording the time.

   "What's your account number?" Back in the library, Tang Ming remembered Bai Po's Jiangjing preparatory camp account number, and lowered his voice.

  Ning Xiao also raised his head.

  Bai Po leaned back, crossed his legs, and lazily tapped the table with his fingertips, "Bai Pick."

   "Sister Bai?" Tang Ming thought it was a bit cool.

  Bai Po glanced at Jiang He, and hooked the corner of his mouth, "Picking up for nothing, picking up garbage."

   Jiang He's head is very low.

   Take out the dictionary with a blank face.

   Start reading with a "crash".

   Picking up trash?

   Tang Ming didn't dare to ask any more questions, and silently took out his mobile phone to search for "Bai Jian", no wonder he couldn't find Bai Po's name.

  Ning Xiao also took out his phone.

  The account name is correct this time, Tang Ming can find it with a search—

  Account name: Bai Jian

   Points for this month: 0

   "Sister, haven't you started to study the questions yet? The explanations in it are too awesome," Tang Ming lowered his voice, "There are also video explanations, which are really worth watching..."

   But to get points, he only has a few hundred points this month. Tang Ming has already noticed how far he is from other people here.

   As he spoke, he casually glanced back.

  Total points: 0

  Following amount: 1

  Number of followers—1258

  …?

  Tang Ming almost lost his voice, "Hey, it's not—"

  Bai Po opened a page of the book, raised his head, his posture was lazy, and his faint expression was very oppressive.

  Tang Ming swallowed the words abruptly.

  **

  Monday morning.

  Bai Po finished a Chinese class, laying lazily on the desk with one hand, and took out the biology book with the other hand to flip through a page.

  She lowered her eyes, and her fingers seemed to be soaked in white jade in the morning light.

   I just saw the structure diagram of Paramecium.

  She couldn't hold back, and suddenly laughed.

   "What are you laughing at?" Lu Xiaohan, who was stunned, came back to his senses, confused, "Mother Lu is calling you outside."

   After Bai Po went out, Lu Xiaohan stared at her biology book.

  It’s just a structural diagram of a paramecium, which looks like a straw sandal, so funny?

  Outside, Lu Lingxi was teaching a group of boys.

  Seeing Bai Po, she calmed down.

   "Ms. Li is looking for you," Lu Lingxi held the test paper and pointed to the second floor, "The office is downstairs."

  Bai Po raised her eyebrows, she nodded, and turned to go to the second floor.

  The head teacher of Class 8 was sitting in the office, wearing glasses and writing lesson plans. When he looked up and saw Bai Po, he smiled, and his serious face softened: "Classmate Bai."

   "Teacher." Bai Po lowered his eyes, wearing the school uniform obediently.

  Long eyelashes hang down, casting a shadow on the eyelid.

   "I heard that you gave Tang Ming the spot," the head teacher of Class Eight said after pondering for a moment, "This opportunity is rare, can you tell me what you think?"

  Bai Po didn't say anything.

  He took out his phone openly and showed him a blue app on the phone.

  Class 8 teacher: "..."

  ok, he also understood.

  The two looked at each other for a long time, he was a little dumbfounded.

   Handed her another chemistry notebook: "Okay, let's go back."

   "Thank you, teacher." Bai Po took the chemistry notebook with both hands.

  When she left, the head teacher of Class 8 was still looking at Bai Po's thin and tall back.

   sighed.

   If the Ren family didn't tell, who would know that this girl is a relative of the Ren family.

  At the door, Ren Wanxuan, who was about to come in, missed Bai Po with Chen Zhu, and Chen Zhu took another look at Bai Po.

   Then go get homework.

"Ren Wanxuan, I have something to talk to you about." The head teacher of class 8 smiled slightly, his posture was not as relaxed as in front of Bai Yu, and he straightened his expression, "There will be a gentleman coming on the day of the school celebration. You have to receive it with the principal at some point, and spend more time practicing calligraphy in the last two days."

  There are quite a few people who know how to play in school.

   Even Chen Zhu can.

  But none of them are as good as Ren Wanxuan.

  A big shot at the school?

  Then it’s only Jiangjing Chen’s family.

  Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu looked at each other, and they both remembered the Master Chen whom they met once.

  But since then, Chen Gang has not been able to invite the other party again.

   Today's Ren Wanxuan seems to have lost the aloofness of the past, she nodded, "Teacher, I understand."

  This is a major event in the school. The head teacher of Class 8 looked at Ren Wanxuan, thinking about her good handwriting, and eased her expression, "Wan Xuan, you are a smart child. The teacher hopes that you will become better."

  Ren Wanxuan bowed her head in thanks.

  Suddenly aggrieved and said, "I disagreed when you asked me to disclose the answer to the training class, but I didn't see Bai Po give us her answer. Teacher, you are too unfair to me."

  Why is she a frog in a well, and Bai Po is Han Zhang Kezhen?

   "Ren Wanxuan," the head teacher of Class 8 looked at her for a while before saying, "How do you know she didn't give you the answer?"

"What?"

   Today's drag king: I'm not free.

   Tomorrow’s Jiang (face hurts): I’m not free?

Goodnight, everyone

  

  

  (end of this chapter)