Chapter 922: 365 Side Story 10: All Grandmasters, Ticket for Zone A_2 Chapter 922: 365 Side Story 10: All Grandmasters, Ticket for Zone A_2 Yao Xintian’s Porsche pulled away, and the team’s interns all watched the car with the Jiangjing license plate drive off.

It wasn’t their first time seeing Yao Xintian’s car.

Being able to intern at Jiangjing Biotech right after graduating from university and driving such a nice car, it went without saying that her family was powerful.

“In Jiangjing, that license plate number is probably worth almost as much as her car,” someone remarked as the Porsche’s tailpipe faded into the distance. “Which ‘young miss’ is Ms. Yao the daughter of exactly?”

“Heard she’s the daughter of one of our company’s shareholders.”

“…”

There were many speculations about Yao Xintian, and based on the attitude of the finance department towards Yong Shu today, most people were convinced of Yao Xintian’s identity.

Yang Lin took out her bus card and headed diagonally across the street.

Alice walked with her; neither of them were from Jiangjing.

Today was Friday; Alice was heading back to her shared apartment, and Yang Lin was going back to Jiang University.

Back to the lab, and also Ji Heng had asked her to come over for dinner in the evening.

On the way, Alice exclaimed, “Tickets for Yan Lu in B Zone–if the world had one more rich person like me, what difference would it make!”

Yang Lin patted Alice on the shoulder, informing her that they had reached Jiangjing University and that she needed to get off the bus first.

Alice waved goodbye to her.

**
Shanhai Apartment.

Yang Lin, wearing a long-sleeved traditional-style shirt and carrying a canvas bag, was on the phone with Xia Zhuoyu.

Xia Zhuoyu was still at a conference abroad.

Still very concerned about this heir, “How do you find the company?”

“Overall it’s okay,” Yang Lin replied honestly, “but I can’t get used to the atmosphere.”

Xia Zhuoyu wasn’t good at socializing either, “You don’t have to deal with interpersonal relations. I’ll be back at the end of the month. Just get used to it, and send me your paper this week. I’ll find time to revise it over the weekend.”

“Thank you, professor.” Yang Lin walked into the residential complex.

The security guards had already recognized her and opened the access gate as they saw her approaching.

There were still a lot of people in apartment 103; Bai Lian’s birthday had just passed, and most of the guests who came to Jiangjing hadn’t left yet.

By the time Yang Lin arrived, Lance was playing chess; their group never seemed to get tired of playing Go. Seeing Yang Lin, he quickly got up from the chessboard, “Come here!”

Yang Lin saw Jiang He sitting opposite with a straight posture: “…”

How was she supposed to play?

Bracing herself, she made a few moves in Jiang He’s hands and quickly fell behind.

Pu Xiaohan came in with a camera, spotted Jiang He, and immediately started teasing the youngster: “Brother Bird, I’m going to tell Bai Lian you’ve been bullying her later!”

In the entire Shanhai Apartment, besides Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai, probably only You Xinzheng could beat Jiang He.

Jiang He: “…”

He silently retracted a piece in his hand.

Ji Heng and Mr. Chen were cooking in the kitchen, while Shen Qing was dedicated to washing fruits and making milk tea.

Ming Dongheng drove back and saw Shen Qing skillfully pouring the tea leaves into a canister, now able to face it calmly.

Bai Lian and Jiang Fulai came back from the research institute, speaking softly about matters concerning the institute.

In her hand, Bai Lian held several tickets, lightly pressed in the palm.

She was wearing a long T-shirt similar to Yang Lin’s; her long hair casually fell on her forehead, appearing relaxed and indolent.

Jiang Fulai followed a step behind Bai Lian, leisurely keeping pace with her.

Seeing her and Jiang Fulai, Pu Xiaohan was the first to rush over to Bai Lian, looping an arm around hers, “Bai Lian! Bai Lian! Are these my tickets?”

Bai Lian handed a stack of tickets over to Pu Xiaohan.

Yan Lu had left a bunch of tickets for Bai Lian and the others, including their own VIP seats and a few extras that their manager had arranged for their friends.

“Leave two for me, and the rest of you can divide them amongst yourselves,” Bai Lian said, with her hands folded in front of her chest, leaning back against the table very relaxedly, turning her head to look at Shen Qing and Jiang Fulai, while Jiang Fulai was watching Shen Qing make milk tea.

Jiang Fulai reached out to take the strainer, his eyelids lowered, fingers slightly curved, methodically filtering the brewed tea leaves.

Then he added sugar.

Shen Qing stood next to him, continuously praising him.

Having filtered the milk tea, Jiang Fulai looked up nonchalantly at Bai Lian, arching an eyebrow.

The milk tea was just about done, and Jiang Fulai poured a glass for Bai Lian and handed it to her.

Bai Lian took a sip with her eyes downcast, her expression unchanged, “It’s good.”

Shen Qing was serving milk tea to others.

They had all asked their manager in advance for a certain number of tickets, and Pu Xiaohan pulled out four, “Okay, here are three for my roommate, and one more for Beibei, who is coming next week.”

After taking out four tickets, she kissed each one of them affectionately.

Yang Lin also got two tickets.

She had prearranged them with the manager, and now she held the tickets, unsure what to do next, and simply slipped them into her pocket.