Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 40 - 0 No.7 Middle Schools Splendid Riches 4 Updates

Chapter 40: 040 No.7 Middle School’s Splendid Riches [4 Updates]

Chapter 40: 040 No.7 Middle School’s Splendid Riches [4 Updates]

The Fang Family is a scholarly lineage, older in heritage than the other four prominent families in Jiangcheng, and whether it’s Old Master Fang, Patriarch Fang, or Madam Fang, they are all deeply passionate about literature and art.

Generations of collectors, the Fang Family has amassed a significant number of treasures.

Madam Fang even makes it a point to visit the Jiangcheng Museum every week to view the cultural relics.

In her words, cultural relics are alive, and by listening quietly, one can hear their stories.

As she gazed at this painting, her hands couldn’t help but tremble slightly; she quickly pulled up the “Spring Mountain Hundreds of Birds Painting” on her phone to make a detailed comparison.

She found, unsurprisingly, just as Fang Qinghan had said, that the technique used in the birds’ tails was identical!

Madam Fang couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

Who was Princess Yongning?

She was a legendary figure in Shenzhou’s historical annals!

This was the Crown Princess carefully nurtured by the entirety of the Daning Dynasty’s civil and military officials, a unique Grand Princess in the grand river of Shenzhou’s five thousand years of history.

She learned zither, Go, calligraphy, and painting from the Great Master of the Daning, Han Yunsheng, and state governance from the First Female Prime Minister, Shen Mingshu.

Her elder brother was the premier Royal Noble, the King of Yan, and her close friend, the only Queen’s Peerage, was the King Qin.

She herself was exceptionally intelligent and unparalleled in her time.

It’s just…

Heaven envies the talented, and Heaven fears the beauty of women.

She left us far too early.

Had Princess Yongning survived, the Daning Dynasty would not merely have lasted three hundred years; extending it by a thousand more wouldn’t have been entirely impossible.

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“Of course it’s not,” Fang Qinghan chuckled, “If this painting was by Princess Yongning, how could it possibly look so new? After all, she has been gone for three hundred years.”

Madam Fang was taken aback, “Indeed, but the technique used in the painting of the bird tails…”

“Mother, think about it. Princess Yongning’s style created its own school, the Yongning Painting School, and there were many well-known artists in later generations who studied this style,” Fang Qinghan explained slowly. “One of them is the vice chairman of the Yunjing Arts and Culture Center, but this painting is even better than his. Do you think it wouldn’t be worth three million?”

“Worth it, very much so!” Madam Fang nodded vigorously, “Now that you mention it, it must be the work of a hidden master who doesn’t yearn for fame and fortune; otherwise, there would have been some news of him in the literary and art world.”

Fang Qingye scratched his head: “I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all.”

When it came to literature and art, he was totally clueless; the only thing he understood was cars.

“You didn’t get so happy about buying a painting that you lost your sister, did you?” Madam Fang suddenly snapped to her senses, “Xiao Ya went out with you guys.”

“Lost her? She got herself into the detention center.” Fang Qingye lit a cigarette and recounted the day’s events, “Normally, administrative detention doesn’t allow for early release, so what can we do?”

“That Sheng Yunyi!” Madam Fang burst into rage, “Is Xiao Ya stupid? Doesn’t she know she’s being used as a pawn by others?”

Fang Qingye shrugged, “No way around it, Mother, you know Xiao Ya has always been the type who can’t abide injustice. I suspect Sheng Yunyi cast some spell over Zhou Hechen and Xu Li and their lot, tsk tsk, I’m not falling for that.”

“Really…” Madam Fang rubbed her temples, “I’m about to be driven mad by you folks, and you, Fang Qingye, you’re only good at car racing and causing trouble. Before Xiao Ya comes out, you stay home and are not allowed to go out.”

“Mother!” Fang Qingye incredulous, “What does that have to do with me? I couldn’t stop her. When we were kids, she used to grab my ear and hit me. You should remember that.”

Madam Fang just waved her hand dismissively, not heeding his words, “Qinghan, come with me to take the painting to the Old Master so he can have a good look at it, too.”

“Grandfather will be thrilled,” Fang Qinghan smiled.

The completely ignored Fang Qingye: “…”

He gritted his teeth.

Just great, he noted this grudge against Zhou Hechen and Sheng Yunyi.

**

At two o’clock in the afternoon, the Principal’s office of Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School welcomed two visitors today.

At this moment, the No.7 Middle School Principal was utterly baffled: “You’re saying you’ve come here to be a psychological counselor?”

As the students’ burdens increased over time, every major university, including elementary and middle schools, began to establish psychological counseling services to relieve student stress and depressive symptoms.

“You heard right, I work part-time as a psychological counselor; here is my business card and my certification.” Rong Yu laid out all the prepared documents on the table.

Upon seeing the surname “Rong” on the business card, the No.7 Middle School Principal was so shocked he almost jumped out of his seat.

This uncommon surname was a testament to the Yunjing Rong Family!

He trembled, inadvertently knocking over a cup on his desk.

Yan Tingfeng, who was resting with closed eyes, suddenly opened them.

His slender finger gently tapped in the air!

The cup that was about to fall to the floor was somehow supported by an invisible force and returned to the table, not even spilling a single drop of water.

The No.7 Middle School Principal was so excited he did not notice this phenomenon, as he eagerly shook Rong Yu’s hand, “Mr. Rong, how… How did such a distinguished figure come to our humble school? Our facilities are so old and decrepit, and No.7 Middle School may not be able to afford…”

He had always wanted to establish a psychological counseling office in the school to ease the students’ stress, but funds had been insufficient.

With several key teachers leaving last year and the pace of new teacher intake lagging, he never expected a capable individual to voluntarily come to No.7 Middle School?!

Was he out of his mind?

The No.7 Middle School Principal looked at Rong Yu with suspicion and concern.

“Principal, you don’t need to worry about the finances; he doesn’t require a salary from you,” Yan Tingfeng chuckled, “The investment for the psychological counseling office will also be covered by me.”

Rong Yu thought to himself what a distressing life of a working man he led.

How did he end up with such a good brother!

“Huh?” The No.7 Middle School Principal was stunned.

Yan Tingfeng said again, “I will donate six buildings to No.7 Middle School, please arrange a class combination for the history and sciences.”

The No.7 Middle School Principal was dizzy, he dumbly said, “Six, six six six… buildings?”

“Mhm, six buildings is indeed a bit few,” Yan Tingfeng said with a slight smile, “how about adding three more, is that okay?”

The man’s voice was like a spring breeze passing by the ear, suddenly turning into rain that fell drop by drop, pleasing to the ear.

With a “bang,” the No.7 Middle School Principal completely fainted, his head smashing down on the table.

Rong Yu: “…you’ve scared the man into fainting!”

Since when did his brother take up a hobby of donating buildings?

Yan Tingfeng’s expression was indifferent as he caressed the jade token in his palm, “Wake him up.”

“I’ve learned Great Purity Pulse, not Taiyi Acupuncture Technique, I don’t really know how to heal, okay…” Rong Yu muttered.

But he still stepped forward, pressing on a few acupoints that he didn’t remember many of.

Soon enough, the No.7 Middle School Principal slowly came to, but the next second, he sprang up lively as a dragon.

He clutched his head and wailed: “It’s over, it’s over, I actually dreamed that someone wanted to donate nine buildings to our school, how could I have such an outrageous dream!”

“It’s not a dream,” Yan Tingfeng stretched out his hand, “Bing He, the contract.”

Bing He immediately handed over the prepared contract.

Yan Tingfeng said again, “Sign.”

The No.7 Middle School Principal looked at the contract dumbly, his throat rolling, repeatedly swallowing saliva.

Seeing that he still hadn’t made a move, Yan Tingfeng raised his eyes and smiled, “Planning to refuse?”

The No.7 Middle School Principal looked at him helplessly.

How could there be such a man? He offered a huge gift with a smile, but his tone was so forceful.

It was as if the moment anyone said the word “no,” he would pull out a longsword from under his clothes and chop off their head.

Could this tone be refused?

If refused, there was probably no living past the next second!

“No no no no!” The No.7 Middle School Principal panicked, he grabbed his head again, “Am I still dreaming? Right, dreaming, I must be dreaming, dreaming…”

Tie Ma, very perceptively, stepped forward and pinched his thigh hard.

“Ow!” The No.7 Middle School Principal cried out in pain.

He closed his eyes and then opened them again, the donation contract was still properly placed in front of him, it wasn’t an illusion.

A pen was thrust into his hand, and the No.7 Middle School Principal shakily signed his name.

It was the ugliest scrawl he had ever written, not even close to what he could do in elementary school.

“Very good, the deal is struck,” Yan Tingfeng stood up, “I hope your school also keeps its promise, we will officially start work next week, Rong Yu.”

“Hmph, you remember me now,” Rong Yu grumbled as he followed behind, leaving the principal’s office.

As the door closed, the No.7 Middle School Principal was still in a daze.

Counting the dormitory buildings, No.7 Middle School also only had six buildings in total until now!

But now, someone just donated nine to them!

Not only that, No.7 Middle School also got a psychologist for free.

The No.7 Middle School Principal urgently gulped down a big mouthful of water, trying hard to calm his wildly pounding heart.

Overwhelming wealth, their No.7 School… was going to thrive!

**

That afternoon, at the Lin Family Old House.

“Qinqin, do you want some lychees?” Madam Lin came out of the kitchen with a plate of crystal clear lychees, “Your aunt peeled them for you, it’s the season for lychees now.”

Lin Qin said slowly, “I don’t like lychees.”

Madam Lin’s smile stiffened, but it quickly returned to normal, “What fruit does Qinqin like? Your aunt will buy it for you tomorrow.”

“There are servants at home, no need for second aunt to bother,” Lin Qin declined, “I still have to practice the zither.”

“Ah, Qinqin!” Madam Lin couldn’t keep Lin Qin from leaving, only watching her go upstairs with her eyes wide open.

Madam Lin’s fingers tightened as she slammed the fruit plate down on the dining table with force.

The sound of a car’s horn came from outside. Madam Lin turned her head and saw Steward Lin leading Ye Wanlan in, her brow furrowing involuntarily.

She didn’t like her niece at all and didn’t want to see her.

Ye Wanlan didn’t greet Madam Lin, she listened to Lin Huaijin’s words and pretended she didn’t see her.

“Stop.” Madam Lin spoke coldly, “Not greeting your elders when you see them, do you have no manners?”

Ye Wanlan took out a wooden hairpin, put her hair up, leaned on the sofa, and took out her phone.

“Heard you’re going to First Middle School? But you didn’t get in, thinking of asking your grandmother to get you in through the back door?” Madam Lin said indifferently, “I’ve been there before, let me remind you that with your abilities, going to First Middle School would just be a waste of resources. Hasn’t Lin Huaijin taught you this?”

Upon hearing the name Lin Huaijin, Ye Wanlan finally looked up, her gaze calm, “Who told you I was going to First Middle School?”