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Chapter 165 Drive out the Lin family! Sister Lan’s strong connections【1 update】

The closer the syringe was to the girl's skin, the more Mrs. Lin's hands shook.

In addition to being excited, she was more afraid. After all, the night turned the tide...

Just when the needle tip was about to penetrate the girl's skin, Mrs. Lin's wrist was suddenly clasped, preventing her from making any progress.

At the same time, a light and calm voice sounded in her ears: "Second Aunt, what are you looking for in me?"

"boom!"

Mrs. Lin’s scalp exploded in an instant!

She almost subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, but the hand holding her was so strong that she couldn't even escape.

"Snapped."

The bedroom light also turned on at this moment, illuminating the surroundings.

Ye Banglan still squeezed Mrs. Lin's hand tightly, and her fingers only lightly circled the wrist bone. Mrs. Lin couldn't help but feel pain and couldn't help shouting.

With a "click" sound, the needle in her hand fell to the ground.

"You, you're not..." Mrs. Lin was extremely panicked at the moment and couldn't calm down at all.

She watched Ye Turnan drink the glass of milk with her own eyes. How could this happen?

"What am I?" Ye Banlan did not let go of her hand, her voice was still light, "I didn't drink the milk you brought and took the sleeping pills in it. I should have been sleeping soundly at this time, so how could I still be there?" wake up?"

These words fell in Mrs. Lin's ears like thunder, and she couldn't even stand still.

Ye Turning the Waves actually... everyone knows about it? !

Then the action she has carefully planned for so long is like a clown, and her true colors are revealed?

Mrs. Lin's face turned pale, and her lips trembled: "You...I..."

"Second Aunt, you may think that the old house is too safe, so you chose to have a lively chat with your second uncle in the garden." Ye Banlan looked at her, "How can you be so sure that the place where you are standing is a blind spot for surveillance? "

"Hui Yingfang!" At the same moment, Lin Weilan's majestic and cold voice sounded, "You didn't sleep at three o'clock in the morning and came to A Lan's room. What do you want to do?"

Mrs. Lin's body trembled again, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Damn it, why even the old lady was alarmed!

Seeing that something was going wrong, Lin Qingwen hurriedly chased after him: "Mom, Mom, listen to me, what happened today..."

"Qingwen has been thinking about separating the family for a long time. I am getting old and I don't have the energy to take care of so many of you." Lin Weilan looked calm and waved her hand to stop what he was about to say, "Pack up your things during the day. Go live in the house in the east of the city, and I will transfer the two companies under your control to you."

Lin Qingwen's expression also changed drastically in an instant: "Mom! I have never thought of it this way, please be clear about it!"

He had thought about breaking up the family, but taking the initiative to break up the family and being kicked out had completely different meanings.

The turnover of the two companies under his command is extremely low, and the profits have been negative for several quarters, and he has no talent in running the company. The reason why he has been able to live such a comfortable life in these years is entirely because of Lin Weilan's care.

The last time he took a desperate risk and signed a big deal with the other party in exchange for Shen Ning Grass, he also wanted to prove his strength. Even without Lin Weilan, he could achieve great things.

But it turned out that he almost lost the whole Lin family.

"Have you ever thought about it? I know it in my heart." Lin Weilan didn't have any sympathy. "Now that we are separated, you can still get two companies. After a hundred years, my things will only be inherited by your sister. You don’t want anything anymore.”

Lin Qingwen opened his mouth, but still couldn't say a word.

"As for you -" Lin Weilan finally looked at Mrs. Lin, who was trembling again, "I will hand over the surveillance video to the police."

Ye Lanlan's hand let go, and Mrs. Lin fell limply to the ground.

Lin Weilan's eyes were cold: "Alan still needs to rest, why don't you take your wife away quickly?"

Lin Qingwen didn't dare to go against her opinion at all, so he had to help Mrs. Lin out.

"These two beasts!" Even Lin Weilan was trembling with anger. "They actually colluded with Bai Jingxue to harm you."

"Grandma, don't be angry, I'm not injured." Ye Banlan comforted her, "It's too late at this point, you'd better rest first."

"Oh, A Lan, you have to be well and wait until your father..." Lin Weilan looked a little older. She shook her head and slowly turned and left.

The door closed, and the next second, another figure appeared from the window.

"She wants to take your blood." Yan Tingfeng said in a cool voice, "If it is sold to some organization that specializes in studying human genes, the consequences will be disastrous."

Not to mention now, even three hundred years ago, there were such evil forces in the martial arts world——

Collect the blood of martial arts masters to develop targeted poisons and so on.

"If you can fight without blood, why let blood flow like a river." Ye Banlan smiled faintly, "The scene of a dog biting a dog is much more beautiful than blood."

She is good at killing people, but she is even better at scheming.

And often, scheming can kill people thousands of miles away and invisibly.

"What Miss Ye said makes sense. Maybe it's me..." He didn't finish what he said and fell silent.

In order to become the supreme king of martial arts, he had too much blood on his hands, and he habitually used violence to solve all problems.

He put away his thoughts and handed a box forward.

Ye Banglan looked at him: "What is this?"

"Birthday gift." Yan Tingfeng blinked softly, "Originally, I wanted to put it secretly on your desk so that you can see it when you wake up. It was considered a surprise. I didn't expect that something like this would happen tonight. Let’s leave the matter to Miss Ye personally.”

"The sound of the flute is already a very good birthday gift." Ye Banlan took the box, "Thank you, I like it very much."

His heart seemed to be knocked open by something, and it started to vibrate slightly.

Yan Tingfeng lowered his eyelashes and smiled gently: "As long as you like it, it's time to rest. Good night, Miss Ye."

His figure disappeared from the window again, just as quietly as he came.

The breeze blew through my ears, and I had no dreams all night.

Before seven o'clock in the morning, the biological clock called for the night to turn around on time.

After she washed up and had breakfast, she rode her bicycle to the Jiangcheng Art Association.

Yesterday, President Tao made an appointment with her to discuss some important matters related to the international painting competition today.

The assistant came to pick her up and led her into the room: "Miss Ye, please wait a moment. The president is at this moment -"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a roar from the office.

"Tao Ruhua, do you know how important this cooperation is? Huh?!" The old man slapped the table, extremely angry, "Do you think that you can sit back and relax after becoming the president of Jiangcheng Art Association? I put it I’ll put it here, if you don’t get the A-level exhibition this time, you won’t be able to take the position of president!”

He slammed the door angrily and left without even looking at Ye Turnlan.

In the room, President Tao was left alone with the pieces of porcelain on the ground, looking very lonely.

Ye Banglan turned his head and asked with a calm expression, "What happened?"

"It's a request from the General Association, requiring the president to get an A-level exhibition at the Global Center." The assistant whispered, "Yesterday, the president and Mr. El broke up on bad terms. Now the cooperation is gone. I'm afraid that the A-level exhibition No more."

The art exhibitions at the Global Center are divided into five levels - S, A, B, C and D. Level S is the highest and level D is the lowest.

But even if it is a D-level exhibition, the threshold is not accessible to everyone.

At a minimum, exhibitors are required to have won an international-level art competition or be recommended by a professional person.

Art exhibitions are co-managed by the Art Sub-Center under the World Intangible Cultural Heritage Center. Exhibitions below A level can be approved by the Art Sub-Center.

However, Class A and Class S must be reviewed and judged by the World Intangible Cultural Heritage Center, which is extremely difficult.

"The two foreigners last time came from the World Intangible Cultural Heritage Center? Jiangcheng Art Association wants to cooperate with them?" Ye Banlan asked thoughtfully.

The assistant sighed: "Yes, before Miss Ye came, they had actually been talking to the president for some time, but no matter how they pretended on the surface, they looked down on our Chinese painting in their eyes and words. Even if they didn't The president will never cooperate with them regarding your sudden visit.”

President Tao knelt down and prepared to clean up the debris on the ground.

A hand held him down.

Seeing that it was night turning the tide, President Tao was startled at first, and then shook his head: "Buan Lan, I have something else to do today, and I'm afraid I won't be able to entertain you. Xiao Chen, you take Turn Lan around for a walk."

Unless the A-level exhibition matter is resolved, his heart will not be able to settle down.

But he also knew that without the approval of the senior staff at the World Intangible Culture Center, he had no right to get an A-level exhibition.

He didn't care about the position of president, but he was afraid that the person sitting in this position would not be thinking about Chinese art.

"President, A-level exhibition is very simple. Don't panic or rush." ​​Ye Banlan also squatted down and looked at him levelly. "You are right not to cooperate with people who look down on our Chinese paintings. For this reason, commit suicide." Blame and guilt will actually hurt your body.”

"Simple?" President Tao still shook his head, "To turn the tide, you thought the A-level exhibition was too simple. There are only four A-level exhibitions a year, and there is only one left this year. Otherwise, I would still go and ask for help." Mr. El…”

Ye Banglan lowered his head, clicked on a small group chat with less than ten people, and typed a few words to send.

【YN】: @Cultural people, come out to work.

Good morning~~