Chapter 1504 One After Another

At this moment, a voice shouted, "Deputy Secretary Zhao of the Department of Discipline Inspection, is leading all of you to congratulate us!"

Director Zhang smiled slightly and said, "Brother Jiang, Mr. Zhao has not been out for a long time. This time, he is going to save a lot of face. I will welcome you as soon as possible."

"Ah, okay, welcome to welcome."

Jiang Tingyu said anxiously, his heart was already in chaos.

He couldn't understand the situation in front of him at all, and he was getting more and more panicked. This feeling of being out of control was really bad.

He said that he was "to be greeted", but he still didn't meet him. Deputy Secretary Zhao, whose face was like an angry lion, came very quickly and entered the field in an instant, followed by more than a dozen second-level and third-level star officials.

Deputy Secretary Zhao spotted Miss Wen at a glance, a warm smile appeared on his face like an angry lion, and he held his fist from a distance, "Miss Wen is here alone, Zhao is late, please atone for your sins, a mere gift is not disrespectful."

After saying this, Deputy Director Zhao waved his hand, and a jade box, big or small, appeared in the palms of dozens of second-level star officials. The jade boxes unfolded in unison, and a burst of brilliance suddenly appeared.

Thousand-year-old jade ink from Haiji is used for painting. It generates water vapor by itself. It is a rare treasure for a first-rate painter;

Chi Xinqin, a Chi demon from an extremely cold place died, and after thousands of years of hard work, it became a ball as big as a fingernail. This object was blown into clouds and condensed into the sky. It is the world's best divine object for writing and painting;

Su Shou pen, Dong Yiyan...

In more than ten jade boxes, there are all outstanding works of literature and calligraphy. Even if they are not objects of spiritual practice, if they encounter a monk who is obsessed with literature and art, these rare treasures will be priceless.

The shock instantly gathered into a storm and swept the whole place.

"Cer, I'm not dreaming."

Wen Zhongdao firmly grasped the arm of the eldest son of the Wen family, his eyes no longer fixed.

"No, no...yes, yes..."

The eldest son of the Wen family was so excited that he could not speak coherently.

The lady in red stared hard at Miss Wen and sent out sentence after sentence, almost driving the noble sons and daughters of the leaders of the Spring League branches who had interacted with Miss Wen crazy.

Miss Mei grabbed Jiang Yulang's sleeve tightly and said in a dark voice, "Jiang Lang, your body seems to be shaking. Could it be that Jiang Lang, you regret it? It's still too late now."

Jiang Yulang's sculpture-like handsome face gently twitched, "Miss Mei, you are worrying too much. Jiang is not a person who looks forward and backward."

However, he could not suppress the shock in his heart. Jiang Tingyu's instructions flooded into his ears, making him extremely embarrassed.

Jiang Tingyu regretted it, and the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes, who was about to faint with excitement, sent a continuous stream of messages to his ears.

He knew that the eldest son of the Wen family had bribed a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes to create a platform for Miss Wen to show off her talents.

He was so cunning and scheming that he didn't even need to be reminded by the middle-aged man in fine clothes. In an instant, he understood that Miss Wen was attracted to Jiang Yulang, and to a considerable extent.

Otherwise, such a thin-faced girl would never be bold enough to show off her painting skills in the world. You can imagine how much courage Miss Wen must muster.

With this thought, Jiang Tingyu couldn't care less about Miss Mei. As for the Heavenly Soul Talisman, he would rather give it up.

Being in the upper class society, he knew better than ordinary people what kind of terrifying energy Deputy Secretary Zhao and his gang had.

Just looking at Deputy Secretary Zhao's respect for Miss Wen, it is clear that Miss Wen is hiding behind a huge figure that blocks out the sky and the sun. It may be an elder of some hospital.

He didn't dare to expect to make friends with such a person. Even if he just had a relationship with Deputy Secretary Zhao, it would be enough for him.

By then, the power of the Spring Alliance Alliance can easily soar. By then, will there still be a shortage of Heavenly Soul Talisman?

At this moment, Jiang Tingyu suppressed the boiling heart in her heart, and kept sending messages to threaten Jiang Yulang, trying to find a way to coax Miss Wen.

However, Jiang Yulang was accustomed to the demeanor of a handsome young man. Previously, in order to win over Miss Mei, he had rarely ignored his image and rebuked Miss Wen.

If the wind pulled the sails again and changed the direction of the wind, he couldn't imagine how the image he had worked so hard for so many years would be damaged.

In his heart, he couldn't help but blame his father for his lack of foresight. He had no idea why he, Jiang Yulang, was so popular.

Cultivation in the soul-sensing period? Don’t want too much in the Golden Lion City!

If Jiang Yulang's image of a pure and good gentleman is completely ruined, who will favor him?

"Why, the lady doesn't like it?"

Deputy Secretary Zhao looked at Miss Wen with a smile and said, "It's true that I was in a hurry when I received the news of Miss' arrival and didn't have time to prepare. Please don't blame Miss."

As soon as Deputy Secretary Zhao finished speaking, the red-faced middle-aged man who was in charge of ushering him stumbled towards Jiang Tingyu as if his butt was on fire, shouting hastily, "Elder Xia is here, Elder Xia is here, the head of the family, Elder Xia is here."

boom!

Everyone in the venue was excited. They were shocked one after another, and the scene boiled over again.

Countless scorching eyes were looking at Miss Wen, and they really couldn't figure out who this Miss Wen was.

There are also people with ulterior motives who see the hope of causing chaos. The wind and waves surge on the field, and the undercurrent gradually rises off the field.

Elder Xia rarely shows up. Except for Deputy Director Zhao, almost no one in the room has seen his true face. He is a cold-faced old man.

He arrived in the smallest formation, with only one middle-aged man with sharp eyes accompanying him, and it looked like Miss He Mei had a three-point connection.

"Father."

Miss Mei held Jiang Yulang's hand and walked quickly to meet the sharp-eyed middle-aged man, feeling relieved in her heart.

The battle launched by Miss Wen previously put great pressure on her.

It's good now. His father has arrived and invited Elder Xia. He is no longer afraid even if the sky falls.

Vice-President Mei glanced at Miss Mei coldly and scolded, "There are no rules, and you still don't bow to the elders!"

Elder Xia waved his sleeve, and Miss Mei and Jiang Yulang, who were just about to greet him, were swept to both sides.

Jiang Tingyu just came up to him. Elder Xia glared impatiently. Jiang Tingyu felt a chill down his spine and involuntarily got out of the way. His heart was beating in his chest and was about to explode.

Elder Xia glanced at Deputy Secretary Zhao and said like an owl, "You guys are really quick."

Deputy Secretary Zhao, Chief Zhang and others all bowed in greeting.

Elder Xia waved his hand, "Don't bother me. Who is Miss Wen? Come and see me."

Miss Wen quickly stepped forward and bowed to Elder Xia.

At this moment, in the center of the storm, she was the calmest.

In fact, at this moment, I have experienced great sorrow and great joy too frequently, and my heart has gone through thousands of waves, and it has become like a rock.

She didn't think about how all this happened, she just regarded it as a special gift from God after hearing her desperate prayer.

With peace of mind, she sat back and watched the situation develop, waiting quietly.

Elder Xia laughed and said, "Sure enough, he is gentle, calm and extraordinary, and has the appearance of everyone. It's just a pity that he is a little weak in martial arts. I wonder if you are interested in becoming my disciple, but others dare not say, within ten years, I will send you to the I can still guarantee the soul-sensing realm."