Being a Lady of an Influential Family

  Chapter 70 Drawings (two more)

   (Sorry for occupying a line, the chapter number is changed to 71 if the chapter is written incorrectly, there is no missing chapter content in the middle)

  The annual gathering of White Night Manor is, after all, a gathering where the big men on the road decide the interests of the whole South and even the whole country around Anxia. Those who come to participate are naturally big figures with status and status from all parties, and there are even official people among them.

  Feiyun Club reached its peak in the generation of Shang Feiyun’s father. For a time, the entire southern power spread to the southern countries. Therefore, this meeting has been presided over by Feiyun Club in the early years.

After   , Father Shang was suddenly killed. Although it was interrupted for several years, Shang Feiyun soon supported Feiyunhui again. Now the power of the Feiyun Club is much lower than when her father was there, but all the bigwigs are willing to give Shang Feiyun this face, so the Feiyun Club has been organizing the conventions in the past few years.

  Divide the benefits, discuss various things in the new year, and...solve grievances.

  The official has not yet thought to control these forces on the road, but it does not mean that they can act arbitrarily. Even if there are any grievances, most of them are resolved in private. If the troubles too much affect ordinary people, public order and even provoke the officials, you can't blame the officials for not giving face.

   Therefore, this conference is also a good opportunity to resolve the grievances of various forces.

  Leng Sa sat in the corner of the second floor, watching with interest the group of big people underneath, their faces turned red from the noise.

   Fu Yucheng and Zheng Ying sat among these people, but they looked like two little white rabbits who had entered the wolf pack. The guy Fu Fengcheng didn't know where he went, obviously he didn't mean to attend such a meeting.

  Leng Sa found his target person in the crowd, a bald head who looked a little rich in a long gown but was not amiable.

  When the atmosphere in the venue was at its most tense, Leng Sa saw that the bald head appeared to withdraw from the crowd casually. His status is not considered high among this group of bigwigs. At this moment, the people present are either busy arguing or watching the quarrel, but no one pays attention to his departure.

  Even if he noticed, I’m afraid it’s only as if he’s going to the bathroom.

  Watching him leave the hall, Leng Sa chuckled and got up and left.

  In the long corridor on the left wing of the villa, the bald head glanced back and saw that there was no one behind him, and immediately walked to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

  He came out of the toilet, and when he was washing his hands by the sink, a young man with a plain appearance that could not attract the attention of others came in.

  The two looked at each other, their bald heads glanced sideways at a toilet cubicle behind them, then turned and walked out.

  Wait for him to go out, the young man walked over and opened the door of that compartment to go in, and after a while he walked out.

   Lengsa leisurely leaned against the wall, watching the two people walk out one after another and sighed a little helplessly.

  She was a dignified silver fox, and she was actually at a loss by guarding the man’s toilet.

  Watching that bald head returned to the hall calmly, as if he left calmly. The young man did not go back. He was just an accompanying attendant, and he was not qualified to participate in the meetings of those big bosses.

"Oops!"

  The young man walked quickly, and at the corner, he collided head-on with a girl who was walking in a hurry while holding a plate, and was suddenly spilled over by the drink in the tray.

   "Oh, I'm sorry, sir!" The girl was taken aback, ignoring her drink and quickly reached out to wipe the young man.

  The young man took a step back, blocking her before she touched him, "What are you doing?"

  The girl reddened her eyes in shame, "Sorry sir! I...Miss Wang asked me to send something to her room. I was anxious and went quickly. Please don't tell the steward, I...I can't live without this job."

  The young man looked at her suspiciously, and saw the girl's red eyes full of panic, before he waved his hand, "Okay, you go."

  The girl bowed again and again, hurriedly tidying up the things on the ground, "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."

  The young man cursed secretly and turned away.

  Leng Sa poked a head from behind the wall on the corner, Bingo! You are the one!

  The young man hurriedly returned to the room where he was resting, closed the door and looked around vigilantly to make sure that there was no one in the room. Then he quickly took out a paper roll sealed with greased paper from the lining bag of the wet clothes. When I opened it, I found that the paper roll inside was not wet at all, so I was relieved.

   He lowered his head and glanced at a stain on his chest with some disgust. The man clipped the folded paper into a notebook cover, and then put it in his briefcase. Then he took off his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

  Soon there was a rushing sound of water in the bathroom, and after a while, the door of the room was quietly pushed open by a small slit. The person who opened the door hesitated for a moment, and made sure that the person inside was in the bathroom.

  Leng Sa’s target accurately locked the briefcase with the coat on the sofa, and his gloved hands found what he needed from it in less than two minutes.

  I opened it and couldn't help but roll his eyes: What kind of baby am I, wasting this girl's feelings!

  If the other drawings are cold, it may be even more daunting, but this is a design drawing of a rapid-fire machine gun. It only takes two eyes to know that if the design on this drawing is finished, it will be much better than the best performance currently on the market. No wonder Fu Fengcheng wants it.

  But this thing doesn't make much sense to Leng Sa.

  As his eyes rolled, Leng Sa did not take the drawing away.

   A smile full of malicious jokes appeared in his eyes, and he coldly pulled out a hairpin on his head with his backhand and unscrewed it. A few drops of light blue liquid dripped on the drawing and quickly penetrated into the drawing and spread. But in a moment, the most central part of the drawing became blurred. Leng Sa inserted the hairpin back on his head, put the things back intact, put the clothes and briefcase back to their original form, checked the scene, got up and walked out quietly.

   Leng Sa hummed happily and returned to the corner where he had been watching the theater. The excitement in the hall still hasn't stopped.

   "Miss Leng? Why are you here alone?"

  Leng Sa looked back at the person walking towards him with a happy expression, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Mr. Zhou?"

   "I didn't expect Miss Leng to remember me? How about I invite Miss Leng to have a drink?"

  Leng Sa glanced downstairs, "Will Mr. Zhou go and listen?"

   Zhou Maocheng disagrees, "There is nothing to listen to, a bunch of people are boring and arguing."

  Leng Sa smiled and did not speak. Of course, she knew that Zhou Maocheng's identity was actually incapable of intervening on such occasions.

   "Miss Leng is boring alone, how about finding a quiet place for a drink?" Zhou Maocheng asked with a smile.

  Leng Sa looked at him with his head tilted for a while, then smiled: "I don't drink."

   "White Night Villa is not only wine."

  Lengsa thought for a while before nodding, "Okay, it's too noisy here. Go to the back garden."

  Zhou Maocheng’s eyes lit up. He followed Leng Sa and Xu Shaoming to the back garden but did not find anyone. At this moment, the lady invited him personally, does it mean...

   "No problem, Miss Leng, please."

  　 My dears, there is no 70 chapters. I marked the wrong number of chapters, not one missing. Chapter numbers cannot be changed.

  (End of this chapter)