The drive from the factory to Jinlingtang is shown as a 25-minute journey.

Li Song sped up as fast as he could, taking the shortest route to try and arrive within twenty minutes.

When they left the factory, there were only fifteen minutes left until nine o'clock, so they were bound to be late no matter how you looked at it.

Jiang Hai looked worried: "Qianmo, we might be late. Many of the higher-ups in Jinling Hall are very rigid and strict. In addition, Xu Ziqian is a member of Jinling Hall, so those members will definitely show favoritism. Being late is a big taboo for us."

Su Peishan said anxiously, "It's not just possible to be late, it's certain to be late. There are already a lot of cars in the city, and this time is rush hour. At the current speed, it will take at least five minutes to get to Jinlingtang, and there are only two minutes left until nine o'clock."

Bai Qianmo glanced out of the car.

"Park on the side of the road."

Li Song stared wide-eyed in astonishment: "What? Boss, don't be impulsive. If we just go over there and explain, maybe there's still a chance."

Su Peishan advised, "Didn't you save Old Wei's grandson? He's the head of Jinling Hall, he'll definitely buy you some time."

Bai Qianmo repeated in a deep voice: "Do as I say, park on the side of the road."

Seeing that Bai Qianmo was not joking, Li Song quickly stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel to stop on the side of the road.

Bai Qianmo pushed open the car door and said to the people inside, "I'll go by myself, you guys go back."

After saying that, Bai Qianmo walked directly towards the alley diagonally opposite.

"Hey boss, it's hard to get a taxi here."

Bai Qianmo left behind only a lonely, cold figure, without replying.

The three people in the car looked at each other in astonishment.

"What's going on?"

"Is the boss giving up on herself? Is she afraid everyone will worry, so she left alone?" Li Song asked worriedly.

Su Peishan shook her head: "She is definitely not someone who backs down easily."

Others might, but Bai Qianmo definitely wouldn't.

The longer I knew her, the more I realized that she was the legendary treasure girl, and it seemed that nothing could stump her.

at this time

Jinling Hall

Two receptionists are talking about cosmetics they've recently been eyeing.

Suddenly, the wind blew up the long hair behind one of the girls, sending a chill down her spine.

"Huh? Where did this cold wind come from all of a sudden?" The girl gathered her long hair.

The girl next to him looked around and said, "I also felt a cold wind blow past my back, but the doors and windows were all closed."

"Huh? Could it be haunted? I heard that Jinling Hall has a history of over a hundred years. It used to be a stage for opera performances, and it's said that warlords even fought a bloody battle here."

"Don't scare me, I'm very timid."

"I'm also a scaredy-cat. But that gust of wind just now was so eerie, I was afraid."

At the entrance on the second floor, a graceful figure stopped. Hearing the two girls' trembling voices, she curled her lips into a smile and then headed towards one of the conference rooms.

"It's already nine o'clock, Mr. Wei. That screenwriter is definitely not coming."

"She's clearly making a fool of us. She was the one who complained to Jinlingtang back then, and now she's the one who broke her promise and doesn't dare to come. Is she treating us like monkeys?"

Xu Ziqian took a sip of tea and looked at Old Wei with a cold, sharp gaze.

"A third-rate screenwriter like this will use any means necessary to gain attention. Mr. Wei, you have always been fair and impartial. What do you think of this matter?"

Old Wei frowned slightly.

Could something have happened to Qianmo on the way?

Otherwise, how could the phone call not go through?

Old Wei glanced at Xu Ziqian and Banshan, and seeing their calm and composed demeanor, he was probably right.

One member urged, "Mr. Wei, what are we waiting for? It's time. Her absence speaks volumes. Let's announce it to the public as soon as possible to prove Mr. Banshan and Director Xu's innocence."

"Yes, Elder Wei, it was indeed a bit hasty to agree to help that founding father this time. If today's events were to spread online, I'm afraid even the reputation of our Jinling Hall would be greatly affected."

Old Wei sighed, "Then let's cancel this duel."

A clear, pleasant voice came from the doorway just in time: "It's only time, what's the rush?"

Everyone in the conference room looked towards the door, where a strikingly beautiful young woman slowly pushed the door open and entered.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Old Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He's finally arrived. If she hadn't come, he probably wouldn't have been able to explain this to his colleagues.

Bai Qianmo walked to Old Master Wei's side and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I encountered some problems on the way and I'm late."

Old Wei nodded knowingly.

"You're the founding father?" Xu Ziqian's eyes showed surprise.

Bai Qianmo looked at Xu Ziqian: "That's me."

Xu Ziqian's face immediately darkened. He pushed up his glasses and gave a soft snort.

"How old are you?"

Bai Qianmo calmly replied, "Twenty."

"Heh, a twenty-year-old girl, you're saying you wrote 'Seven'? Is that even possible?"

Upon hearing Xu Ziqian's question, the others nodded in agreement.

"Twenty years old is too young. Although I don't deny that you have some talent, the person who can write 'Seven' must be very experienced, but you obviously don't meet the criteria."

"Young lady, although you weren't late, you still made so many people wait for you here. Your sense of punctuality is very weak. Furthermore, you claim that you wrote 'Seven Deadly Sins,' but do you have any evidence?"

The two people speaking were sitting on either side of Old Wei. Judging from their seating, they were probably people of high status within Jinlingtang.

Bai Qianmo looked at them calmly.

“I don’t think experience is necessarily related to age. For example, can you say that the young person lacks experience compared to a middle-aged person who has been living a comfortable life for forty years and a young person who has been struggling in society for ten years?”

"As for whether I wrote the script for 'Seven', now that I'm here today, I'm prepared to accept any test from everyone here."

Bai Qianmo remained calm and composed, showing no sign of fear.

All the members present fell silent.

If this little girl had a guilty conscience, she wouldn't have come. Judging from her demeanor, she seemed very confident.

Old Master Wei looked at Bai Qianmo with his wise gaze: "Sit down first."

Bai Qianmo walked to the only empty seat at the conference table and sat down. Coincidentally, it was right across from her on the hillside.

Banshan's gaze was now fixed on Bai Qianmo, his heart clenching with anxiety. The more triumphant he had been just moments before, the more dejected he felt now.

Didn't Boss Cao say he'd have someone intercept her on the way? How come she's still here?