Chapter five hundred and seventeen: no longer acting
"Let's go."
Hong Ying looked sad and silent.
Seeing this, Bai Che simply asked the Jiang family for the keys to the Rolls-Royce Phantom in person, took Hong Ying, and drove away from the Jiang family manor under the watchful eyes of everyone in the Jiang family.
In the peripheral vision, the reaction of everyone in the Jiang family did not show much guilt or sadness. To put it bluntly, it was the so-called victory of reason over emotion.
Bai Che didn't pay much attention to this. After transferring Hong Ying out, he directly contacted Xuan Xuzi and PHS.
After settling Hong Ying, he did not ask any questions directly, but adopted another plan, that is, through Yu Qian and Tang Wanrou, let these two beauties accompany Hong Ying first, so that Hong Ying could have an understanding of the whole matter.
After a rough understanding, he would actually deal with the matter of treating Yan Bing's poisonous injuries.
"You two should comfort her and don't let her think we are bad people."
Bai Che might have relaxed his tight heartstrings a little, so he confessed and wanted to take a nap for a while.
Tang Wanrou glared at Bai Che from behind, while Yu Qian had already approached Hong Ying and was talking softly. To be honest, it was quite effective.
PHS walked over, blinked, and was about to ask the master of the pavilion about the transfer of that batch of goods when a figure trotted over smelling of alcohol and knelt down with a plop.
"Master Bai, Xiaodao deserves death for his crime! I was so high-profile in front of you. Looking back, I really don't know if Master Bai didn't have the attack at the beginning. Xiaodao is so scared!"
The old Taoist "shed tears", and the painful scenes were repeated one after another. PHS pinched his nose and wanted to go up and kick the old Taoist's butt.
I have finished my high-profile pretense, and now I see the master of the pavilion is back. This is a drama of bitterness, and those who don’t know it would think that the old Taoist is some kind of stupid person.
"Get up, Taoist Master Xuan. Things are going well, and the PHS is also cooperating well. I'll take a nap for a while, and call me later. I'll go to Jiang's house in a while. I promised Jiang Hai that the master of Hualong Pavilion would come over.
Oh... By the way, PHS, I understand the idea. I have no intention of swallowing that batch of goods, so please hand it over to Daxia, lest Mr. Jiang will complain about me if he knows about it."
After saying these words, Bai Che felt sleepy. He glanced at Yan Bing, who was still sleeping, and frowned slightly. Then he found a sofa and really fell asleep with his eyes narrowed...
Two or three hours later, night fell.
The lights at Jiang's house were brightly lit, and the banquet was still going on. Compared to the daytime, it was already an unprecedented event.
Not only Wucheng, but also many powerful families in southern Xinjiang have learned of the shocking news and rushed here one after another. For a time, there were a lot of luxury cars, and people from far away continued to drive around the manor.
Each of the visitors was more distinguished than the last. In the blink of an eye, in the entire southern Xinjiang cities, except for the Jiang family and the Ning family, all the third, fourth, fifth and even the top ten family influence talkers had gathered.
Whether everyone was chatting and laughing, or having heated discussions, during the conversation, their eyes were wandering, and there was always a thought in their mind, which was so shocking, and they were expecting surprises.
The master of Hualong Pavilion will be visiting the Jiang family tonight. This is the fundamental reason why the banquet of the Jiang family is "extended".
"Let's go!"
At this time, somewhere in Wucheng, Bai Che woke up.
Xuan Xuzi and PHS were ready to go. Finally, they no longer had to act. Instead, they followed Bai Che in their true identities and immediately headed to Jiang's house.