Chapter 901
Chapter 901: Chapter 901
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Alright, I understand.” Zhou Yunjie thought about it. Who was his little miss? She had always been able to predict everything. It was really a little worrisome for him to be here. After Zhou Yunjie finished speaking, his face was filled with embarrassment. He hesitated and did not leave.
Zhou Yunjie secretly cursed Hall Master Fatty in his heart for a long time. How was he supposed to ask such a question? However, if he didn’t ask, it would be hard for him to give Hall Master Fatty an answer. If he guessed correctly, Hall Master Fatty would definitely be waiting for him outside. Today, because she was thinking about Yuwen Jing’s injury, thinking about her and Yuwen Jing’s past life and present life, Chen Meng’er, who was frequently absent-minded, recovered from her thoughts and saw Zhou Yunjie who was still standing there and asked in surprise, “Eh, Yunjie, you haven’t left yet. Is there anything else?”
“Ahem.” Zhou Yunjie didn’t know how to say it. In the end, he still closed his eyes and asked, “Little Miss, how?are Yuwen Jing’s injuries? Is he preparing to recuperate in our Green Gang?”
“That’s what you want to ask. Yuwen Jing will be staying in our Green Gang for a few days. His injury is on his chest, and the wound is somewhat open, so he can’t move now. It would be troublesome if the wound was completely open. I didn’t see that you were quite concerned about him. Then I was wrong in the past. I thought that the Green Gang’s people didn’t have a good relationship with Yuwen Jing.” Chen Meng’er looked at Zhou Yunjie as if she had discovered a new continent.
When Zhou Yunjie heard Chen Meng’er’s words, he almost vomited blood. Even if he cared about no one in the Green Gang, he wouldn’t care about Yuwen Jing. However, Zhou Yunjie did not want to discuss Yuwen Jing’s problem with Chen Meng’er anymore.
Even if he, Zhou Yunjie, straightened his position, he knew the gap between him and Chen Meng’er. However, when faced with Yuwen Jing, his love rival, he could not be calm. Moreover, he did not like Yuwen Jing, the man who made his little miss sad.
“Little Miss, I still have something to do. I’ll leave first.” Zhou Yunjie left Chen Meng’er’s study room as if he was fleeing.
Chen Meng’er looked at Zhou Yunjie’s back as he left and was very puzzled.
After Zhou Yunjie left Chen Meng’er’s study room, he looked at the tightly shut door behind him and heaved a sigh of relief. However, halfway through his sigh of relief, he was frightened by Fatty and swallowed it back.
“How is it? Have you asked?” Fatty patted Zhou Yunjie’s shoulder and asked.
“I have. However, Hall Master Fatty, you should ask such questions yourself in the future,” Zhou Yunjie looked at Fatty helplessly and said.
“I have asked.” When Fatty heard that Zhou Yunjie had asked, he did not care about the rest of Zhou Yunjie’s words. He was suddenly energized and his eyes lit up. “Then what did the little miss reply? Did the little miss ask you why you are so concerned about Yuwen Jing’s matter?” Fatty’s eyes flashed with the light of gossip. It was difficult for Zhou Yunjie to ignore it even if he wanted to.
“No. Hall Master, if you want to know anything, you can go to the little miss by yourself. This way, it will be much faster than me passing on the message in the middle. I still have things to do, I’ll be leaving first.” Zhou Yunjie tactfully hurriedly left. He knew that if he did not leave now, he probably would not be able to leave. Fatty would definitely pull him along and gossip endlessly, and he would also become the target of Fatty’s gossip.
Zhou Yunjie ran like the soles of his feet had been smeared with oil. Before Fatty could react, he had already escaped.
“Hey, you brat, why are you running so fast? You still haven’t told me what the little miss said.”
However, only Zhou Yunjie’s retreating figure answered Fatty.
Zhuge Yu, who had been listening from the corner of the wall, could not help but stand out. He patted Fatty’s shoulder and said, “Fatty, you’re already gossiping about the little miss. Be careful that if Sir and the little miss find out, you won’t be able to bear the consequences.” After saying that, Zhuge Yu left swiftly.
Fatty was left muttering to himself, “Tsk, don’t think that I don’t know. You’re all gossiping in your hearts. If you don’t want to gossip, why are you hiding there? Do you think I’m an idiot? Let me tell you, if Sir and the little miss find out, I’ll definitely pull you all in. Who asked us to be brothers?”
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Jiang Guoqiang waited anxiously for Chen Ming’s answer. He originally thought that with the connections in his father’s hands, it would be a piece of cake for him to defeat Qu Yaotian in the election. However, after he made contact with the connections in his father’s hands, he became a little desperate.
He still thought things were too simple and the Jiang family’s situation was too good.
The Wharton family was his last hope. He had learned from his father that the Wharton family was not only powerful in Europe, but also in their own country. If it were in the past, if he knew about this, he would have long been on guard against the Wharton family. He might even go against the Wharton family like he did against the Green Gang.
That was because the existence of the Wharton family was a huge threat to the people in that position.
But now, the existence of the Wharton family was completely different to him. The existence of the Wharton family was his last hope. Whether or not he could grab hold of this last hope was crucial to the outcome of this election.
However, after his grandfather called Elder Wharton, the other party informed him that he was no longer in charge and asked him to look for his grandson. His grandson was currently in the capital. Thus, Jiang Guoqiang had his assistant call Elder Wharton’s grandson, the future heir of the Wharton family.
The other party’s assistant answered the phone. After hearing his invitation, the other party’s assistant neither agreed nor rejected it. He only told him that he would tell his young master and hung up the phone.
After the call was hung up, there had been no news from him up until now.
“Give me another call. Whether you want to see me or not, you have to give me an answer.” He, Jiang Guoqiang, had never had the time to beg someone in such a desperate voice.