Chapter 147: Restrain Your Thoughts on Her

The middle-aged man took a sip of his wine and said, "That's just being modest. Back then at Zhounan Port, we seized a shipload of individual weapons. If I remember correctly, you were awarded a second-class merit after that operation, right?"

"You know so much about it, and you want to take over the project?"

He laughed, "We missed the bidding earlier, so I'd like to bother Mr. Jiang with a little hint so that if there's another opportunity, we can try to get it."

Jiang Jingyan dusted off his cigarette ash and said, "You dare to come to me, which means you can withstand the investigation."

"It can withstand it, absolutely!" The middle-aged man shifted his position. "To be honest with you, before you took office, I didn't even dare to think about the Huasheng project. The water is too deep. If you dive in, you will definitely lose a lot of weight. It's not that I care about the money for 'filial piety', it's really..."

He hesitated and sighed, "But after you go, it will be bright outside. Who wouldn't want to go upstream?"

"Prepare your materials as normal. The announcement will be made next week. If you are strong enough, you will be selected."

"Did you personally review it?"

Jiang Jingyan nodded.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I'm relieved."

Halfway through the performance on stage, the erhu took over the main melody.

Jiang Jingyan stood up and stood at the railing.

The middle-aged man standing nearby shook his head and said, "'The Elephant King', this part is quite good. I thought the erhu's tone was too soft and it wouldn't sound good, but this girl is really powerful."

My companion joined in the fun, "I used to look down on the erhu, thinking it was just a bowl-setting business on the overpass."

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and scolded in a low voice, "Idiot! Didn't you see Mr. Jiang came for this erhu?"

"Isn't it... the one who plays the pipa?"

He glanced at the man and said, "Why do you care what others say? Mr. Jiang will support whoever he comes for. He is full of blood and passion. What's wrong with changing women?"

Jiang Jingyan listened intently, his eyes fixed on the small group on the stage. Chen Qing's state in the piece was different from usual, and her emotions were released very happily. For many years, this has been her comfort.

"I didn't expect you to come." Yan Baiqing stood over and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. "Last time, I reminded you that for Qing'er's sake, you should stay out of your own business. This time, I'll say the same thing again."

Jiang Jingyan narrowed his eyes, "Brother, are you so guilty that you're saying things you shouldn't have said?"

Yan Baiqing shook his wine glass and said meaningfully, "Before you left the army, you were awarded a second-class merit. Afterwards, you were retaliated by your accomplices and shot in the shoulder. Now that you've taken a prestigious position at Huasheng, why bother to stir up trouble?"

"I don't care about money in literature, and I don't care about death in martial arts. I haven't changed. What about my senior brother?"

His eyes suddenly dimmed, and after a long silence, he chuckled, "When it comes to justice, you're willing to sacrifice everything. In that case, I'll guarantee Qing'er's safety."

"What are you trying to protect? Wasn't the lesson from Huang Hao enough?" Jiang Jingyan turned his head and lowered his tone, "I advise you to control your feelings towards her."

Their eyes met, and undercurrents surged.

Yan Baiqing remained motionless, a smile hidden beneath his skin. "We haven't fought in a long time. Why don't we make a bet and see who will win this time?"

"I never make meaningless bets." Jiang Jingyan looked at me with his hands behind his back. "But good prevails over evil. You can come at me."

After saying this, he turned and went downstairs.

After the actors on stage took their bows, Lian Zhuo invited in several staff members pushing floats from the side door and asked them to go on stage and distribute the floats to everyone one by one.

Someone in the front row recognized him and started to shout, "How come everyone in our band has one? Who is Mr. Jiang sending this off to?"

Chen Qing stared blankly into the shadows. The outline of the man's body gradually became clear in the interweaving of light and dark. His aura had subsided somewhat, but it was still captivating.

He ignored the teasing, climbed up the steps one by one, and stood beside her.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Jingyan placed his palm on her waist, kneading it to relieve the soreness. "Say hello to the teacher. You don't have to stay for the party."

Before Chen Qing could come back to his senses, he used his five fingers to push hard, "Are you stupid?"

Suddenly, a figure rushed in from the side door, looking frivolous, "Qing'er! Brother is late!"

Tang Xiaoming, with his hair parted in the middle and his face powdered, turned around and looked at her. "What are you doing up there? Qing'er's playing the erhu, and you're dancing with her?"

There was a lot of noisy discussion all around, most of the attention was on their side, and a small part was on the right.

Wei Yin held the zither, her finger bones crackling, and the humiliation on her face could not be hidden.

She took two steps forward, but before she could even call out the name "Mr. Jiang," someone in the audience joked, "I heard Mr. Jiang loves the pipa, so why did you switch to the erhu?"

Jiang Jingyan rarely accepted teasing, so he spoke in a casual and uninhibited tone, "Boss Bao's intelligence was wrong. Pipa is my mother's favorite. She knew I was coming and asked me to take care of her subordinate's sister."

He waved his hand, and Lian Zhuo took out a bouquet from the float and handed it to Wei Yin.

The scene was eerily quiet for two or three seconds.

Jiang Jingyan looked calm as he walked off the stage with Chen Qing in his arms.

She tugged at the man's sleeve, "Why are you showing off like this?"

"I came to find out the truth and hear what the rumors are." His tone was neither sank nor sank, and he was obviously very satisfied with the result.

Chen Qing hid in his arms and peeked around, avoiding the sight of his classmates.

After dealing with the politeness of the people around him, Tang Xiaoming walked up to the two of them and gritted his teeth, "Your mother must be really angry now. She wants me to come back to resist the thunder again, right?"

"Didn't I help you fight enough when you were little?"

"You can't say that..."

Jiang Jingyan ignored him and felt Chen Qing's palm, which was cold and sweaty. "Give the room card to Lian Zhuo. He packs his things, and you go change your clothes."

"I'm not going backstage. I can't even get to the dressing room with all the drama you're causing."

He laughed muffledly, whispering in her ear, "Then I'll go with you."

"Are you still excited?" Chen Qing was angry and pushed him away and walked out. "I'm going to change in the car."

Tang Xiaoming crossed his arms and said, "I haven't been here for a while, and Qing'er is getting angry with you."

"Spoiled." Jiang Jingyan followed slowly, his eyes sweeping across the second floor.

Yan Baiqing waved his hand, and Tang Xiaoming responded with a smile, squeezing out the words through his teeth, "You have evil intentions... I told you before that Chen Qing would cause you brothers to turn against each other, but you refused to listen."

The man didn't turn his head. "It has nothing to do with her. If you say something like that again, I'll get angry."