Chapter 833: 324 Their Era_2 Chapter 833: 324 Their Era_2 Black square seal.

Even if Ji Heng and the others didn’t mention it, Bai Lian knew the meaning of this square seal.

Bai Lian took out her phone and first called Xu En.

Xu En hadn’t come to Shanhai Apartment today; he was scared off after hearing the old lady say that someone could call Ji Mulan and rushed home.

“Alian, you speak.” Knowing that Ji Mulan hadn’t messed things up this time, Xu En finally breathed a sigh of relief.

From Xiaoqi, Bai Lian knew about the Mu Family’s previous business model. The only problem was that it required a large amount of funding upfront, “There’s a business opportunity, do you want in?”

Others didn’t know, but he was well aware of who the Xingyi Martial Arts School and Xuan Kang had connections with.

He returned to the study and said solemnly, “You speak.”

She knew that Ji Heng couldn’t let go of the Mu Family.

**
103.

In Ji Heng’s room, his old cell phone had been fully charged.

Turning it on, the phone’s screen displayed only a contacts list with a “C” and a message inbox; then there were no other applications.

It was all blank.

Only the breathing light on the top right corner was lit.

Ji Heng reached out to open the contacts list. There weren’t many contacts, just a dozen or so, and he saw the one marked with an “A” at the top and clicked to call.

The call connected.

On the other end, Ji Shaorong’s voice rang out, “Dad? Why are you contacting me with this phone? Did something happen to Wanxuan?”

“No, nothing,” Ji Heng’s voice was calm, “What are you doing now?”

“Wrapping things up,” Ji Shaorong reported.

Ji Heng understood; that meant there was nothing dangerous near Ji Shaorong, “Make a report and come back as soon as possible… your child with Jiawei is not Wanxuan, it’s Xiaoqi.”

“…”

Upstairs.

Zhang Shize, with his head held high, came out of the hall of Room 303 and took the elevator back to his own home.

Zhang’s father was in the kitchen helping Zhang’s mother wash dishes, with the door open.

Seeing Zhang Shize come down from the elevator, he said, “You see, Xiaotang and the others always climb the stairs. How come it’s always the elevator with you?”

“I can’t climb anymore,” Zhang Shize replied, holding his book and heading back to his room, waving his hand at Zhang’s father, “I’m going back to study, Dad.”

Zhang Shize’s efforts over the past six months were visible to everyone.

He had stopped playing his favorite video games and when home on weekends, he would study until one or two in the morning.

Zhang’s mother brought a bowl of fruit and milk to his room and patted his head, “Try your best, don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“It’s not enough,” Zhang Shize said, flipping through a black workbook of wrong answers, shaking his head.

He was working hard to catch up to Bai Lian and Yan Lu.

After Zhang’s mother left, Zhang Shize picked up his pen, just about to write, when he received a call, “Hey, boss, when can you come out?”

Zhang Shize, with his leg propped up, did his homework while saying, “Go see Brother Mao tomorrow, or go to the Xingyi Martial Arts School, let them teach you. My college entrance exam is coming, and I don’t have time.”

This was his good brother in prison, Li Sheng.

Outside.

Zhang’s mother returned to the room, helping Zhang’s father tidy up the clothes while chatting about Zhang Shize, “If it weren’t for Miss Bai, you might not have been able to see that boy when you came back, let alone see him change like this.”

Zhang’s father was smoking on one side. Zhang Shize was about to take his college entrance exam, and he had come back to cheer him on but would be off on a business trip soon.

Zhang’s father pulled out his black cell phone from his pocket and checked the messages inside.

Just as he opened it,
he saw a signal from the same channel light up on the phone, clearly nearby, no more than a hundred meters away.

Zhang’s father paused for a moment, then immediately walked outside.

As he walked out the door, the signal disappeared in an instant.

“What’s wrong?” Zhang’s mother stood up with the clothes, asking with confusion.

Zhang’s father shook his head, and with a thoughtful look, he exhaled a puff of smoke, “Nothing, just poor cell reception.”

He looked again for a while, but the signal indeed had vanished, as if that glimpse earlier was an illusion.

But Zhang’s father always trusted his senses, and he put the phone back in his pocket.

He knew this was no illusion.

**
At the end of April, at Jiang University.

The physics and finance departments were having a joint social event, and most of the funding came from the finance department, where its students were mostly second-generation rich. This year, there were even two successful “star” siblings.

With money to spend, they chose the newly opened Azure Dragon Bar in Chang’an District.

Both Kong Wei and Yu Simin were there, but the ones who attracted the most attention at the social were Bai Shaoqi and Song Min.

“Song junior, Bai junior, I heard that Little Elephant Cosmetics has partnered with you?” the student council president of the finance college asked, raising his glass to Song Min.

Ba Shiming smiled, “Song junior is ready to take your place.”