Chapter 502 - Chapter 502: 199 Alian's calligraphy_3

Chapter 502: 199 Alian’s calligraphy_3

Although he had suffered internal injuries, with his experience in the Xu Family, dealing with an ordinary border town person was not a problem.

Hall Master Jin tightened his belt and, with great elegance, raised his hand and flashed a grin at him.

Xu He’s expression was solemn as he stepped back with his left foot and took out his signature guardian boxing technique, charging straight for Jin Kai’s face!

Jin Kai blocked his right hand and reversed the move to pin him down. He was strong—

Bang!

Xu He was thrown to the ground.

“Ah,” Bai Lian stood up, closely observing Xu He’s condition, then turned to Jin Kai and said, “He’s a bit weak. Give him a medicinal bath tomorrow and see if he can adapt to it first.”

Jin Kai nodded and went outside to prepare the medicinal herbs.

Only Xu He lay on the ground, lost in confusion, staring up at the starry sky.

Wasn’t it said that there weren’t even sixth-level practitioners here?

Shouldn’t he be the only sixth-level master?

Why couldn’t he even beat an ordinary hall master?

The script was not playing out as he had expected.

**

Only after dealing with Xu He did Bai Lian take out her smartphone and open her conversation with Mao Kun.

Mao Kun: “Two million.”

He was referring to the invitation in her possession.

Two million, four times higher than the starting price on the black market.

Bai Lian was expressionless.

When Jiang Fulai parked the car, he saw her leaning lazily against a tree with her schoolbag, dressed in a school uniform, her eyes languid and her face clean and simple.

Behind her was the entrance to Purest Street. These past few days, the street had surged in popularity, and the crowd streamed endlessly; lights flickered into points, all fading into her backdrop.

He rolled down the car window and honked the horn, signaling her to get in.

This was not a good place to park.

Bai Lian got into the car and fastened her seatbelt, her phone automatically connected to Bluetooth, and as Jiang Fulai merged with the traffic, he asked, “Why weren’t you listening to your vocabulary words?”

“I forgot,” Bai Lian said, looking down, she leisurely opened her vocabulary application.

While listening, she switched to a message from Xu Nanjing—

“Will you come back?”

On the other side of the phone, Xu Nanjing had just boarded the plane and was about to shut it off when he received Bai Lian’s message, which amused him—

“I can’t come back for a short while, it takes too much time.”

Bai Lian tapped on her smartphone: “Give me an address, I’ll send something.”

He sent her an address and then asked, “Are you going to send me some local specialty?”

Bai Lian: “.”

She leaned back and asked Jiang Fulai, “Are you familiar with Xu He?”

Jiang Fulai’s driving was steady, “Nanjing mentioned him. He’s a collateral member of the Xu Family, trustworthy.”

Xu Nanjing knew that the martial arts training hall was Bai Lian’s place, so he would naturally inform Jiang Fulai when sending someone over.

On the phone.

Xu Wenyao’s concerned message popped up, asking if the pressure from her studies was too much recently.

Bai Lian replied that it was manageable.

As the car was nearing Purest Street, Jiang Fulai tapped his fingers leisurely on the steering wheel and asked, “Not going to eat first?”

“It’s still early today,” Bai Lian said with lowered eyes, scrolling on her smartphone screen. She was planning to go back home today: “I’m going back to have dinner with grandpa.”

Jiang Fulai then fell silent.

When the car reached Purest Street, Jiang Fulai parked and walked with Bai Lian into the area, enjoying a moment of rare tranquility.

Jiang Fulai stood to the left of Bai Lian, walking at an unhurried pace, the street lights and moonlight above, his profile bathed in the light, his features sparse and handsome, quiet yet emanating a sense of cool detachment.

The two stopped under a street lamp at the corner. Jiang Fulai stopped and turned his head to look at her, slightly reaching out his hand.

**

Meanwhile, in Jiangjing.

At the residence of the Xu Family matriarch.

It was rare for the entire Xu Family to dine together. The Xu Family matriarch looked at Xu Wenyao with discontent, “It’s been several months now, how long are you planning to make trouble with Shuyun?”

Xu Wenyao put down his smartphone and picked up his chopsticks, stating plainly, “Grandma, we broke up.”

The Qi Family was a connection the Xu Family matriarch made with great effort, and she would not allow Xu Wenyao to be foolish at this critical juncture.

The Xu Family matriarch was on the verge of exploding.

Xu En looked up to stop her, “Mom, the patriarch’s big birthday celebration this year is important, and what gift we should give him still needs your discerning eye. The board of directors and I have not decided yet.”

The main family?

Ji Mulan had married into the Xu Family and it was the first time she had heard this term; she couldn’t help but look up.

She naturally knew that in a place like Jiangjing, the Xu Family was just a marginal clan, but even such a marginal clan was a target she and the Bai and Song Families had chased for so long. So what was this “main family” that the Xu Family was talking about?

“That’s true,” the issue had been classified as a top priority by the Xu Family this year, which diverted the Xu Family matriarch’s attention, “You should bring some gifts and ask the Qi Family, and also your old classmate’s daughter, the talented girl from the Calligraphy Association, right? See if among their acquaintances, there is a collector whose calligraphy or paintings we can buy.”

The butler nodded in agreement, “If we could get authentic works from Liang Zewen or Bai Xiangjun, that would be even better.”

Mr. Chen favored the style of Liang, so that circle had a certain preference for works in that style.

Xu En knew the Xu Family matriarch was referring to Xu Yajun, “I’ll ask them.”

“It’s a pity we don’t have anyone in our family who practices calligraphy,” the Xu Family matriarch set down her chopsticks, feeling quite regretful, “Compared to the wealthy families of Xingjiang District, we can’t match them in terms of valuable gifts. It would be best to give something that resonates with the patriarch’s taste. Maybe if he’s pleased, we could move back home.”

Something that met the patriarch’s taste, be it a person or an object, would do.

Hearing this, Xu Wenyao’s mind stirred, turning to Ji Mulan, “Alian used to learn calligraphy, right?”