Chapter 469: Fortune 185 Show Crew, Epic Meetup (Second Update)_2


    “I can only say,” the director took a sip of alcohol, his face flushed red, he pressed his brow, tone deep, “this time, our program crew struck big, and you guys too!”


    These were the thoughts of Mei Yi’s manager when they saw Sun Dan in the morning, and he whispered, “After the program airs, Lou Yang’s team…”


    He clicked his tongue and did not continue.


    The director looked at the car ahead, murmuring, “Yan Lu, this friend, is not simple… But it’s true, even President Jianposes for her—should have figured, is President Jian someone you can just invite at will?”


    Indeed, the manager sighed and then remembered something important, “Tomorrow, are we taking that Ms. Bai’s friend out for a meal?”


    “Right,” the director nodded, Bai Lian’s ssmates were all from Xiangcheng, none of them as interesting as Sun Dan from Backter Street, he reminded Mei Yi, “Never mind about the program’s effect, today’s footage is enough for our editing. Tomorrow is mainly about taking them out for dinner.”


    **


    The next day.


    Xiangcheng Prison.


    By the time Bai Lian arrived with Jiang Fi, Zhang Shize had already been taken to a small room in advance, his hands adorned with silver bracelets.<div>


    A year had passed, and he had be much moreposed and dignified.


    Half a year of prison life was busier than the first several years of his life.


    Besides dailybor, all his time was spent studying and sometimes acting as the boss to resolve disputes among a group of people.


    It was evident he had changed somewhat over the past six months.


    But as soon as Bai Lian and Jiang Fi arrived, the face he had been maintaining immediately fell, he slumped and said with an aggrieved face, “Sister Bai, Brother Jiang, I’ve lost my vocabry book.”


    Perhaps it was because Zhang Shize had beaten the previous boss, he had a notorious reputation in the prison.


    Nobody in prison had yet discovered that he was a fool.


    Whenever new inmates learned about this, they would want to find a chance to beat him up to establish authority so as not to be bulliedter on; such incidents urred every other day.


    Last time, while he was showering, Zhang Shize had ced his vocabry book next to the showerhead, memorizing vocabry while he bathed.


    As there were no guards watching during showers, as soon as Zhang Shize was dressed, the other person started to fight him.


    Though he won the fight, the vocabry book was ruined.


    Bai Lian sat across from him, and handed him a new vocabry book, and said, “Chi Lu ising back next month.”


    Zhang Shize looked up nkly. Jiang Fi then tossed a new notebook at him with disdain, “Hurry up and memorize it.”


    Two hours of tutoringter, Jiang Fi and Bai Lian left.


    Behind them.


    Zhang Shize watched the two of them leave, and then dragged his heavy steps back, calcting slowly in his mind, only half a year left.


    **


    After visiting Zhang Shize, Bai Lian did not go to the library.


    Jiang Fi drove to the eastern part of the city, Xiang Mountain Avenue, where the shopping mall by the side of the avenue had beenpleted and was looking for tenants. He parked his car in front of an old traditional Chinese medicine shop.<div>


    The shop was an old establishment but had changed hands as the previous owner couldn’t keep it running.


    Jiang Fi looked up, his eyes resting on the four bold characters written above the shop —


    Xuankang Pharmacy.


    The calligraphy flowed seamlessly and prated deep into the wood, and the writer’s carefree elegance seemed to shimmer through the strokes.<div>


    Around nine nearing ten, people kepting to buy “Solid Foundation Paste” at the shop’s entrance.


    The city’s tourism department had even listed “Solid Foundation Paste” as a Xiangcheng specialty—inexpensive and cost-effective. Visitors always took back a few bottles, and those who had used it and knew of its effectiveness often asked others to purchase it for them.


    Before even entering, they could smell a faint scent of traditional Chinese medicine.


    Several staff members were inside the main hall, and on the left side were tables, with an old traditional Chinese doctor sitting at one of them.


    As soon as Bai Lian and Jiang Fi walked in, the dimly lit hall seemed to brighten up a bit.


    The hall manager hurried over. He dared not look at the man behind Bai Lian who seemed to keep others at a thousand miles’ distance, only bowing respectfully to lead Bai Lian to the back, “Ms. Bai.”


    In the back, a middle-aged doctor had arrived earlier, surnamed He, Hen Zhiwei.


    Jiang Fi took a look around then sat down beside her, his wrist lightly resting on the armrest, his eyes and expressions cold.


    He leisurely poured himself a cup of tea, his mannerism impable; without a word, although the sense of pressure was strong.


    Doctor He observed Bai Lian without revealing his thoughts, indeed as described above, young.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Beside him, Jiang Fi’s gaze swept over lightly, and Doctor He felt a mysterious pressure, which made his scalp tingle and kept him from looking at Bai Lian any further.


    Bai Lian put her backpack aside, taking out her silver needles unhurriedly, her gaze lowered, “Weren’t there supposed to be two people? Where is the other teacher?”


    Doctor He’s voice paused, “My younger colleague had somethinge up, so it’s just me today.”<div>