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Chapter 4: The Nobles
He seemed to be watching a fire from the other side of the river, listening to their conversation, but he seemed to be uninterested, not caring about anything, and playing with his phone out of boredom.

Apart from indifference, he seemed to have no other emotions.

The screen of his mobile phone would light up from time to time. He didn't know who was sending him messages. He just glanced at them briefly and didn't reply.

I don’t know if it’s because Quan Shijin was here today, but the atmosphere seemed a lot more restrained. No one was saying dirty words and everyone was talking seriously.

Someone glanced at Quan Shijin and asked boldly, "Brother Shijin, the Quan family hopes that you will go into politics or the military. Now that you are back, why are you doing business?"

The man raised his eyelids and replied indifferently, "It feels good to be in charge of the business world."

No one said anything, and no one dared to ask further questions, for fear of asking sensitive questions.

After all, the Quan family has two young masters, one is in politics and the other is in the military. Both of them are now at the peak of their careers, but no one can predict what they will achieve in the future.

Everyone started talking about other topics.

"Brother Shijin, I heard that Sotheby's will be auctioning a painting of "Spring River Moonlit Night" next week. Are you interested?"

Someone was curious, "I heard that this "Spring River Moonlit Night" belongs to the Mu family. Wasn't it burned in a fire a long time ago? Did Sotheby's check it out to see if it's an authentic work? How dare they put it up for auction?"

Someone laughed at the side, "You don't know this. The Moonlit Night on the Spring River was divided into three parts. The one in the Mu family was burned a long time ago, but it doesn't mean that the remaining two will never be published."

Some people are puzzled, "How to divide it into three parts?"

Even if you don't understand, you know that once this antique is damaged, it will be worthless.

Someone explained, "Cut a piece of paper into three equal parts, so that one painting becomes three paintings."

"So amazing."

Quan Shijin was playing with the lighter in his hand, rubbing it from time to time. He didn't light a cigarette, but just played with it in his hand, the flame flickering, as if he was admiring it.

The man found a more comfortable position and said lazily, "This painting is so interesting, go take a look when you have time."

Wen Ruoci originally wanted to take the opportunity of delivering wine to come in and try to meet Young Master Song, but when she saw that this place was full of all kinds of people, she felt that it was not a suitable place to discuss things, especially since she didn't know what was going on. The information Li Fei gave her was wrong, and Song Chao was not in the private room.

She wanted to leave immediately, but suddenly she heard them mention "Spring River Moon Night". Her heartstrings, which had been covered with dust for a long time, seemed to be plucked. She was stunned for a moment. Because of her distraction, she accidentally touched the wine bottle when she stepped back.

The bottle fell on the marble floor and shattered into pieces.

The sound of the bottle breaking was quite loud and attracted a lot of attention, and many people looked over.

She pinched her eyebrows with a headache. She never thought that she would do such a stupid thing.

Now she was a waitress, and she didn’t want to cause too much noise, so she quickly said, “I’ll clean it up.”

The young master of the Zhao family just felt that it was not fun at all, so he was not willing to let Wen Ruoci go just like that.

He looked at her with a half-smile, "How can it be so cheap?"

Wen Ruoci felt her scalp tingling when she saw Young Master Zhao's malicious look.

Young Master Zhao glanced at the nine bottles of vodka left beside her, and a hint of evil flashed in his eyes, "If you finish the remaining nine bottles, this matter will be forgotten."

This is vodka.

If she finished all nine bottles, she would probably end up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning.

She subconsciously looked at Quan Shijin.

Like asking for help.

She and Quan Shijin had only met once, and she was not sure if he still remembered her.

Especially since she was still wearing waitress clothes.

But in this situation, she had no choice but to take a gamble.

Their eyes met in the air.

There seemed to be a little bit of light in the man's indifferent eyes, which gave people a sense of hope for no reason.

Young Master Zhao saw that she had been staring at Quan Shijin and laughed. She was really good at picking on him. However, Young Master Quan was always indifferent and would not interfere in such matters. He spoke slowly,
"You don't think anyone can save you, do you? Just drink these nine bottles of vodka. If you don't finish them, you won't be able to leave today." Quan Shijin didn't move, and probably wouldn't ask to help her.

Yes, she was the one who got it right.

Thinking that he gave her an umbrella, she began to have some inappropriate thoughts and felt that he would help her this time as well.

She made up her mind, picked up the vodka on the table, and was about to pour it into the glass when the man who had been expressionless all the time suddenly spoke.

"That's all."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned.

Perhaps no one expected Quan Shijin to ask for her help.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Wen Ruoci a few more times.

I didn't look at her carefully just now, but now that I look at her carefully, I can see that even in a waitress's uniform, she is still stunningly beautiful and cannot be easily blended in with the crowd.

Especially in this private room full of good and bad people, she looks like a fairy.

Someone whispered,
"Why do I feel that this woman looks familiar? I seem to have seen her somewhere."

Others laughed at him.

"Don't all women look the same in your eyes?"

"go."

He really felt that it looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Young Master Zhao couldn't help but look at Wen Ruoci a few more times. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he suddenly remembered something.

The woman in front of me is clearly Wen Ruoci.

Rumor has it that this woman has the ability to bewitch people, otherwise how could she make Mr. He so paranoid and crazy.

Seeing is believing, and she could even get Quan Shijin to speak for her.

Young Master Zhao was also sensible and did not continue to embarrass him, "Since Brother Shijin said so, then forget it."

He ignored Wen Ruoci.

Although he was very curious, he didn't know why she came into this private room disguised as a waitress.

It couldn't be that she was here to look for Quan Shijin.

Wen Ruoci wanted to leave immediately, but she didn't know why she got so excited that she walked towards Quan Shijin, stopped in front of him, licked her lips, and smiled slightly.
"Thank you!"

The man raised his eyelids and looked at her, his voice was as cold and indifferent as always.
"Are you here to look for Song Chao?"

She said "hmm".

The man's eyebrows and eyes are still very light.

"The wound on his shoulder opened up and he went to the hospital. He won't be here today."

Wen Ruoci was a little stunned. Was he explaining to her?

It was a bit unexpected.

She bit her lip, "Is his injury serious?"

The man supported his face with one hand, his expression still very dull, "You have to ask him about this. If you really care, go to the hospital and look for him now, maybe you can meet him."

The man gave people a very indifferent feeling, like an iceberg that would never melt. All his emotions seemed to be sealed inside, unable to be easily seen. Wen Ruoci couldn't guess what he was thinking.

However, the young master of the Quan family, who was born in a noble family, is naturally not the kind of person who can be easily seen through.

She had no intention of continuing to pester him, so she simply said thank you and left the room.

(End of this chapter)