Reborn as the group's favorite, becoming the favorite of the rich boss

"However, I can call my other client, Mr. Song."

Speaking of Song Zhiyu, Lin Ning's eyes suddenly lit up. Maybe if she could get her to say a few words, then everything would be fine.

However, Zhou Qian's idea was very different from Lin Ning's, because in the morning at school, Song Zhiyu's favoritism towards Jiang Qie was very obvious. Calling him might make the situation worse, but the fastest way right now was to send it to him. After thinking about it for a moment, Zhou Qian agreed.

Lawyer Zhao called his boss, "Beep...beep...beep"

"What's wrong?" A deep and attractive voice came from the other end of the line. Lin Ning listened to the voice and looked up at the phone.

Lawyer Zhao made a long story short. At first he didn't understand why his boss asked him to rush to Yuncheng Police Station to handle such a small case. Back then, when he was in Beicheng, the cases he handled were dozens of times more difficult than this one. However, the money his boss gave him this time was surprisingly high.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then suddenly, a cold laugh came out, "They take themselves too seriously."

After receiving this answer, Lawyer Zhao realized that reconciliation was impossible.

"Okay, boss. I understand." Just as he was about to hang up the phone, Lin Ning said, "Wait, can I have a few words with Young Master Song?"

Lawyer Zhao hesitated, but heard the person on the phone say something and then hung up. Lawyer Zhao was a little surprised, then looked at Lin Ning, and understood, and smiled: "The boss said that he doesn't talk nonsense, and doesn't talk to unnecessary people." After that, he looked at the two policemen again and relayed: "In addition, my client expressed to me that he does not want to reconcile."

On the other side, Song Zhiyu hung up the phone with a cold expression. Xie Xianqing was driving, but he shuddered unconsciously, "Why, they still want to reconcile? These people are quite shameless."

Song Zhiyu did not say anything after hearing this. He lowered his head slightly and looked at the document in his hand. His eyes were deep and deep, and there was no expression on his angular face. After a while, he whispered, "Too slow."

"Ah? What?" Xie Xianqing was a little confused.

"The Lin family is dying too slowly."

After finally getting through the boring English class, everyone ran out as soon as the bell rang. Jiang Qie took out his phone and replied to messages. He first thanked Aliang, then opened the chat box with Song Zhiyu.

[They wanted to reconcile, but I refused without authorization.]

Jiang Qie lowered his eyes, which saved her a lot of trouble.

【Thank you, I also mean to refuse reconciliation. 】

Putting away the phone, there are only a few days left until the Chinese painting competition in the middle of the month. In another week, the bidding for the land in Yuncheng New District should also begin.

This storm came and went quickly. Just as Xie Xianqing said, everyone soon forgot about it, except for some curious people. Everyone's life was going on in an orderly manner. All the senior students in Yuncheng No. 1 High School were preparing for the first monthly exam of this semester.

As for Lin Ning and Zhang Ling, because the incident had a serious impact, Jiang Qie refused to accept the settlement, and Song Zhiyu used some means to put pressure on the school, Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School finally gave the two people a demerit and prohibited them from participating in any recommended admission quotas and school evaluations. Zhang Ling was later expelled from school by Zhang's father. Although Lin Ning returned to school, the attitudes and thoughts of her classmates around her had changed.

On Friday noon, Lin Ning returned to the classroom from the bathroom. As soon as she walked to the back door, she heard several girls and boys in the classroom gathered together to discuss her.

"You said that Lin Ning can still act like nothing happened. I really admire her."

"Yes, look at Zhang Ling, she dropped out of school. But Lin Ning is still here. Zhang Ling used to be her follower, but now that her follower is gone, she lives alone every day." A girl echoed.

"Many boys used to think of her as a goddess, but now that image has completely collapsed."

"Bang", the sound of a book falling to the ground startled several people who were talking, and they turned to look at Lin Ning.

Lin Ning clenched his hands, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "Since you like gossiping about others, you might as well prepare for the monthly exam. If you do badly on the exam, it will be hard to say at the parents' meeting."

After hearing what Lin Ning said, some of them were speechless. Even if Lin Ning's behavior was ugly, it was undeniable that her academic performance had always been among the best, and she had always been in the top ten of the grade. Several people returned to their seats in embarrassment, and Lin Ning also took out her book again, but her heart could not calm down.

The treatment she received in No. 1 Middle School these days was unprecedented. The disappointment in the teacher's eyes, the doubts and ridicule in the eyes of her classmates, all of which made her feel an unprecedented psychological gap. She felt very aggrieved and clenched her teeth. Thinking of tomorrow's competition and the exam at the end of the month, she felt relieved. No matter how good Jiang Qie was, it didn't matter. She had excellent grades and outstanding paintings, but Jiang Qie didn't have them. She had to rely on these again to let everyone see that she was still the same Lin Ning.

She couldn't let go of the competition and the exam, she had no choice.

Saturday came quickly, and the Chinese painting competition officially arrived.

In the Yuncheng Exhibition Hall, not only reporters, but also celebrities in the painting world and masters of traditional Chinese painting have all gathered here, which shows the importance of this competition.

Liang Wanqing originally wanted Jiang Qie to come with her in the car, but Jiang Qie refused. There was no need to make the identity of Liang Lao's student public so early.

"Sister Jiang!" Jiang Qie saw A Liang as soon as she walked into the exhibition hall, with her work badge hanging around her neck.

"You are working at the exhibition hall?"

Ah Liang also looked down at the work badge hanging around his neck and said with a playful smile, "No, I'm just here as a volunteer. It's 280 a day, and meals are included. You can tell that the Jiang family is really generous. Not only is the fee high, but even water and meals are included."

When Jiang Qie heard Aliang say this, he nodded in understanding, and the two of them walked inside together.

On the other side, Liang Wanqing took the elevator directly from the underground parking lot to go upstairs. As soon as she got out of the elevator, a sweet voice called her from the corner.

"Teacher Liang!"

Liang Wanqing turned around and felt that the girl looked very familiar.

Lin Ning didn't expect to meet Liang Wanqing, a master in the Chinese painting world, in the corridor. She had admired her for a long time and hoped to be her student. However, there had been rumors that Liang had accepted her last student two years ago. But Lin Ning still wanted to give it a try. If Liang valued her, the situation would be very different.

Lin Ning has a small head and a nice face. She looks innocent and harmless. She said in a sweet voice, "Hello, Mr. Liang. My name is Lin Ning, and I am a contestant this time. I have always admired your paintings. I didn't expect to meet you in the corridor. I came over to say hello to you."