Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 831: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (44)

At this moment at the exhibition, Song Yuesheng turned around and met a pair of aggrieved dog eyes.

Because of the requirements of the art exhibition, Jiang Xu wore a suit today, which made his skin look even whiter. At this moment, he was sticking to her like a large dog.

"Jiang Xu." She frowned, "Give me back my phone."

"This month's time is originally mine." The boy put his chin on her shoulder sullenly, with a coquettish accusation in his voice, "Sister, you can't always abandon me for others."

Song Yuesheng helplessly looked at this "little boy" who was taller than herself: "Jiang Tianmo would not call for no reason, there must be an emergency at the orphanage."

"Hmph." Jiang Xu turned his face away, his hair falling to cover his eyes, but he was secretly observing her reaction out of the corner of his eye.

There was a constant flow of people in the exhibition hall, occasionally casting curious glances.

Song Yuesheng sighed and reached out to fix his crooked tie: "I'll be back when I'm done, okay?"

Jiang Xu reluctantly put the phone back into her coat pocket, but took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist: "Sister is so patient with others..."

His voice gradually trailed off, "You never left them, only me..."

Song Yuesheng laughed and poked his forehead lightly with her fingertips: "Stop watching those messy group chats. How could I not leave?"

I'll go in there sometime and see what they talked about.

I don’t know if the hacking skills I learned from Sang Wan can adapt to her world.

"You're really not just trying to please me?" Jiang Xu stepped back a little, but his eyes lit up.

"real."

"Then..." The boy finally let go of her hand, but when she turned around, he grabbed the corner of her clothes again, "You can't leave for too long, otherwise I will be angry."

Song Yuesheng couldn't help laughing, and pinched his cheeks, which felt very good, before leaving: "Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."

Her figure disappeared around the corner of the exhibition hall. Jiang Xu stood there, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the place she had just touched.

As dusk fell, the neon lights cast a hazy glow in the smoke.

When Song Yuesheng pushed open the glass door, the charcoal fire on the barbecue grill was crackling. Jiang Tianmo and Sang Xia were huddled in a booth in the corner with a dozen empty bamboo sticks piled in front of them.

"Sister Yue!" Jiang Tianmo's eyes lit up and he quickly waved at her, motioning her to come over.

Sang Xia sat up straight as if by reflex, twisting the tissue unconsciously with her fingers, quickly making a small pile of crumbs.

As soon as Song Yuesheng sat down, Jiang Tianmo came over, his eyes shining suspiciously: "Um... your husband is not angry, right?"

She made a gesture to hang up the phone. "That voice sounds pretty fierce."

"Let's not talk about him for now." Song Yuesheng picked up a piece of sizzling pork belly, and chili powder fell down. "What happened?"

The two looked at each other. Sang Xia lowered her head, her long hair covering half of her pale face.

Jiang Tianmo was unusually silent, sliding his fingertips back and forth on the phone screen, calling up a few photos——

The wasteland is surrounded by sunlight, and the red circle marks the eye-catching boundary.

The contract was written in black and white, with a bright red official seal on Party A's signature.

The last one is a candid shot: a middle-aged man in a suit and tie gets into a black car, and only half of his arrogant profile is captured.

"The land is in the western suburbs of the city." Jiang Tianmo's voice was hoarse. "Although it's a bit far, the subway extension line will be connected there next year."

She suddenly raised her voice, "I cut down 80,000!"

Sang Xia gently held her excited hand: "The contract was signed smoothly... We thought..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and was finally drowned out by the sound of finger-guessing games at the next table.

Song Yuesheng put down his chopsticks, and the metal and glass collided with a crisp sound: "And then?"

"The next day I went to Zhang Ren to collect the land, and he said..." Jiang Tianmo pinched her throat and imitated the official tone, "Oh, little girl, it's inconvenient to do construction during the recent rainy season. Let's talk about it in a few days."

She gulped down half a glass of beer. "As a result, I went to ask every day. Today, they said the leader was on a business trip, and tomorrow, they said the file was lost..."

"It's been four days." Jiang Tianmo gestured with a wry smile, "We haven't even stepped into the door of the Industry and Commerce Bureau."

A cluster of flames suddenly appeared from the squid on the grill, illuminating the solemn faces of the three people.

The laughter of drunks coming from a distance formed a sharp contrast with the low pressure at their table.

Song Yuesheng tapped the table with his fingertips: "Give me Zhang Ren's contact information. I'll meet him tomorrow."

Her tone was calm, yet it revealed an unquestionable certainty.

Sang Xia's fingertips rubbed back and forth on the edge of the teacup, and the glaze reflected her hesitant expression: "Sister Yue... why not just forget it."

Her voice was as light as a feather. "I have discussed it with Tiantian and decided to renovate it at the original location."

Song Yuesheng's eyes shone, and he swept his sharp gaze between the two of them: "Did he threaten you?"

The two shook their heads.

But Jiang Tianmo suddenly looked around nervously and whispered, "Sister Yue, we can't beat those people."

She stretched out her finger and pointed upwards.

Song Yuesheng: "Who is it?"

Jiang Tianmo dipped his finger in the boiled water in the cup and quickly slid it across the tabletop. The water marks formed a sloppy Chinese character "沈", which was immediately wiped away by his palm.

Water droplets dripped down the edge of the table, leaving dark marks on the cement floor.

"Sister Yue." Sang Xia's voice trembled, "The entertainment industry is different from... those people. We don't want to implicate you."

The neon lights cast changing shadows through the plastic door curtains, and Song Yuesheng's face flickered in the alternation of red and blue.

She suddenly chuckled, took out a wet wipe from her bag and wiped her hands slowly: "Proceed as planned."

She folded the used wipes into neat squares and said, "Design drawings, construction team, building materials procurement, don't stop at anything."

The two looked at her blankly and nodded at the same time.

It was not until they finished eating and came out of the barbecue restaurant and were about to part ways that Jiang Tianmo suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Sister Yue! That's the Shen family! It's not... it's not just about having money..."

Song Yuesheng turned around, and the street lights outlined a slender figure behind her.

She gently brushed away Jiang Tianmo's hand, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her lips. "I have both money and power."

The night wind blew the plastic bag past the feet of the three people.

It was not until the sound of Song Yuesheng's footsteps completely disappeared that Jiang Tianmo fell into the plastic chair as if waking up from a dream.

"Sang Xia..." Her voice was dry, "Who is Sister Yue? Why does the Shen family look like a street stall in her eyes..."

Sang Xia looked down at her phone, the cold light on the screen reflecting her troubled expression: "Although Sister Yue's Xingyu Media was established less than three months ago..."

She suddenly lowered her voice, "But the registered capital is one billion."

The two looked at each other in silence, and the indistinct singing of a drunkard could be heard in the distance.

Jiang Tianmo curled the corners of his mouth: "Let's just do it first. He must be someone who is so generous."