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Chapter 407. Impersonation
"call……"

Although somewhat apprehensive, Jiang Jianxin still chose to believe in the truth of the answer.

This is mainly because the answer, truth, is already the ultimate representation of omniscience.

It was 100% accurate to control the past, and the prophet who could foresee the future did not stop her.

What does this prove?
This is really feasible!
And so, Jiang Jianxin went down from the hospital rooftop, asked for the location of the Summers Divine Grace Trading Company, and set off decisively.

The distance between Rose Medical Center and Divine Grace Trading Company is quite far, so Dr. Sa suggested that she take a flying carriage there, which would also allow her to experience the local transportation in a religious society. She also recommended a flying carriage amusement park that she used to frequent when she was in school.

Jiang Jianxin thought it was indeed a good suggestion, so she went to the commercial street and found the store he recommended.

The noble young master naturally recommended the flying carriage pavilion, which was exclusively for nobles. The entire building was constructed of ivory-white stone, with winged Pegasus and entwined vines carved on the arched portico, and a gleaming family crest inlaid in the center of the lintel.

Sunlight streamed through the windowpanes, casting dappled patterns of light on the polished marble floor.

The procession of carriages parked outside the gate is like a moving exhibition.

More than ten carriages were arranged in an orderly fashion according to color and style, ranging from elegant pure black inlaid with gold to refreshing sky blue with floral patterns; each one was unique. The coachmen were carefully wiping the silver-plated bits and carved wheel spokes with soft cloths, the lacquer surface shining like a mirror.

As Jiang Jianxin approached the door engraved with ivy patterns, a salesperson in a dark blue uniform opened the door and bowed to greet him.

"Good day, madam. Would you like to rent a carriage today, or would you like to choose a private ride for you?"

"Rent a horse-drawn carriage, a white one will do, thank you."

Jiang Jianxin said.

The moment she opened her mouth, the salesperson's eyes lit up, and he nodded and bowed:

"Please wait a moment, I'll find a few for you to choose from."

He gestured for Jiang Jianxin to sit on the sofa, then brought over fruit and drinks before leaving to find the carriage.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at the drink the salesperson had given her. It was a stemmed cup with delicate gold patterns inlaid on the body. A bright blue leaf was inserted diagonally into the rim of the cup, and the liquid inside was a clear, light blue liquid.

This is a popular local blue lime water, favored by the aristocracy. Even at the Rose Group's daily breakfast, blue lime water is always the first item to be taken.

Jiang Jianxin took a sip, the cool and slightly sweet taste melting on her tongue, and then looked around the store.

Although it was a high-end flying carriage venue, the hall was not deserted. Apart from a few young masters and ladies strolling around looking at the carriages, another group of young men and women gathered around the luxurious carriages were more eye-catching. They were dressed in overly new formal attire, taking turns to board the carriages, posing for photos, and their behavior was deliberate and skillful.

Jiang Jianxin looked for a while and asked his intuition with a puzzled look:
[A socialite and a fake rich kid?]

[Are there people who pretend to be rich in religious societies?]

Intuitively, I answered:
[Oh, there's a prestigious academy nearby. You know the social hierarchy here is very clear between commoners and nobles. If a commoner dresses up in formal attire, takes photos to present themselves, and then pretends to casually bump into a noble lady or gentleman, and their paths cross, that's a direct leap in social class.]

Jiang Jianxin pondered for a moment and said:

I remember there was a wide expanse of wasteland or a river separating the commoners' quarters from the noble quarters?

Intuitively, I answered:
[Some of the best-off people in the working-class neighborhoods are able to save enough to buy houses on the outskirts of the upscale neighborhoods. These young people who pretend to be rich are usually either commoner elites or fallen nobles.]

After all, the prestigious academy near this restaurant only admits high-ranking nobles.

Jiang Jianxin nodded knowingly. She recalled Summers' recommendation of this flying carriage amusement park, which read, "It was a place I frequented near the school gate when I was in school." She hadn't expected that this man was from a truly distinguished noble family, and that this was indeed a place he used to frequent during his school days.

"broken."

Jiang Jianxin sighed.

Suddenly, I remembered those Mary Sue novels I read while lying on my bunk in the dorm during my university days. Perhaps because those days were so peaceful and comfortable, I remember those plots particularly clearly—the books always featured aristocratic schools and those ridiculously handsome "campus F4".

Who would have thought that she would actually encounter something similar when she grew up?

However, the former nobleman has now become cheap labor under the capitalists, and he even recommended the flying carriage shop that he loved to go to during his student days.

Reality, like a sharp knife, has honed us to a truly weathered state.

Jiang Jianxin waited for a while, but before the salesman brought the horses, he saw a group of students crowding in through the door.

They wore well-tailored school uniforms and silver badges of the prestigious academy, their demeanor exuding elegance, much like the students of a prestigious academy she had imagined.

The group of young men and women appeared quite lively. After entering the store, they crowded together, chatting and laughing, their clear voices filling the hall.

Jiang Jianxin sat quietly sipping her tea when suddenly someone walked up to her, their voice light and cheerful:
"Eh? Young Master Summers' friend!"

The speaker was a blonde girl, adorned with many exquisite jewels in her hair and around her ears.

Jiang Jianxin didn't recognize him at first, until the other person bowed and winked playfully at her:
“I am Sylvia. I ran into you on the street that day.”

She asked in a friendly tone:

"Which family does my sister belong to?"

When encountering a stranger of noble birth, it is customary for nobles to inquire about their background in order to avoid unintentionally being impolite.

But the key point is that Jiang Jianxin doesn't belong to any family. She was mistaken for an aristocrat simply because of her elegant speech. Faced with such a direct question, she was a little sweaty.

Jiang Jianxin quickly shook his head, revealing the truth:
Quickly, give me a legitimate identity.

The answer, using omniscient perception, replied to her in a second:
"Hmm...you said you're from the Omani family."

Jiang Jianxin didn't know exactly what the Omani family did, but her intuition told her they were very knowledgeable, so she braced herself and replied:

“I come from an Omani family.”

Sylvia covered her mouth in surprise, and the young men and women around her also looked astonished upon hearing the name.

One of the brown-haired boys, who had been looking at the carriage, came over when he heard the name and extended his hand in a friendly manner:
"Hello, Miss Oman."

Jiang Jianxin was confused, so he shook hands with him and said:

"Hello."

The family that Truth had randomly chosen to endorse her seemed pretty reliable, at least the brown-haired boy politely shook hands and went back to looking at his car. Sylvia wanted to talk to her, but after moving her lips, she didn't dare to say anything and left directly.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Jiang Jianxin looked towards the door, where the salesman who had just left was returning with several cars. He greeted him:
"Madam, please come here. I have selected a carriage that meets your requirements."

(End of this chapter)