No matter how waterproof the envelope and the letter inside are, they are still made of paper.

As soon as it floated into the furnace, it turned into ashes, without even a slag left.

But not including a letter.

The last letter thrown in was actually intact.

The envelope was surrounded by flames, but it couldn't even curl up one edge.

Seeing this scene, the butler was stunned at first, then he seemed to realize something and immediately took tools to put out the fire.

Then he put on gloves and carefully took out the letter.

The butler took a closer look and found that the envelope was not only intact but not even dusty. He was confused and frightened.

He was in charge of the outskirts of Château Laurent and received dozens of traditional letters every day.

These letters were basically sent by fanatical fans outside. After reading them a few times, the members of the Laurent family stopped reading them.

He also said that any future letters of this kind should be burned.

If it is really an important matter, such an old-fashioned method of communication would not be used.

The housekeeper burns letters every day, and it has become a habit.

This was the first time he had encountered such a thing today.

He had also never heard of any paper that couldn't be burned by fire.

What if it's something poisonous?

It would be bad if it brought harm to the young masters and young ladies in the manor.

Just as the butler was hesitating whether to hand in the letter, footsteps were heard in the hall on the first floor of the castle.

At the same time, a voice sounded from behind him: "Give me the letter in your hand."

The butler suddenly came back to his senses and turned around, but he didn't recognize the person.

But he noticed that the man's cuffs were embroidered with golden irises.

The golden fleur-de-lis is the logo of Laurent Bank.

Only the core servants within the castle would carry such an emblem.

The butler hurriedly handed over the letter in his hand.

"Not bad." The young servant took it and sighed softly, "I knew you could burn letters. You used nano materials."

The butler was confused and frightened. He asked tentatively, "You mean..."

"It has nothing to do with you." The young servant waved his hand, "Go and get busy."

After he carefully put the envelope into his pocket, he left the castle hall, walked around the garden next to it, and headed towards the innermost part of the manor.

The butler naturally didn't dare to follow.

He was considered an old servant of the Laurent family and had worked there for thirteen years, but he was still not allowed to enter the innermost area of ​​the castle.

It is said that the real person in charge of the Laurent family lives there.

Not to mention him, even other members of the family are not allowed to enter without permission.

Then this letter must be what the person who truly holds power wants.

When he thought of this, the butler broke out in cold sweat.

Fortunately, the letter was fine, otherwise he would have lost several lives.

——

China.

Shanghai city.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Inside a top styling store.

This styling shop only serves wealthy and famous ladies, and today is the first time it has been booked out.

Inside the store, makeup artists, beauticians, barbers and other technicians came and went, holding many tools in their hands.

Ying Zijin sat in front of the makeup mirror, expressionless.

Behind her were the students from Class 19 and Mr. Zhong.

She had absolutely no desire to talk to any of them, or even to remember how she had been dragged here.

She finished teaching biology to Class 19 in the morning and fell asleep on the table at noon. Before she woke up, Xiu Yu and another girl in the class took her away, saying that they would treat her to some new desserts.

Then, Ying Zijin didn't see the dessert shop, but she saw Mr. Zhong who was waiting for her with a smile, and a group of stylists who were eager to try.

Then, she was pressed on the chair.

"Miss Zijin, you have such great skin." The makeup artist looked at the girl, amazed and envious. "I was originally planning to do exfoliation and photon whitening for you, but it seems that's not necessary."

She picked up the facial mask next to her and couldn't wait: "I'll give you a hydrating treatment so that you can put on makeup."

Ying Zijin yawned, remembering that she often stayed up late recently, so she nodded.

After the moisturizing process was completed, the makeup artist pushed the cosmetics cart over and asked, "Ms. Zijin, what style of makeup do you want? Forest style? Or Bohemian style?"

Ying Zijin: "Please draw me a Shamatte."

Makeup artist: “…”

Mr. Zhong, who also listened carefully, said: "..."

Ying Zijin saw from the mirror that Mr. Zhong was holding his chest with a look of deep pain on his face. He paused and reluctantly changed his words: "Baroque."

Baroque makeup has a strong retro style and is only popular in Europe.

Because even if the facial features are just a little flat or blemish-free, using Baroque makeup will look out of place.

The makeup artist has been working here for several years and has only met two people who asked for Baroque makeup, which caused her to forget about this style.

But there is really no makeup style that is more suitable for the girl in front of you than Baroque style.

Low-key, luxurious, noble and mysterious.

The makeup artist's eyes lit up, inspiration came, and he immediately took action.

"Dress! The dress is here!" Half an hour later, Xiu Yu brought in a large box from outside the door. "Dad Ying, look, I bought several for you. Choose one."

As she spoke, she opened the box and took out the items one by one for Ying Zijin to see.

There are sea blue princess dresses, retro little black dresses, and cheongsams with pipa collars.

Each piece is custom-made and costs over a million.

Ying Zijin exhaled slowly: "Is there anyone who doesn't show his arms or legs, and it would be best if he could cover his neck as well?"

The younger brother scratched his head, bewildered: "Ah? Then there are only Arab robes."

Xiu Yu: “…”

She had to cover up her good figure, which made her, a girl, feel heartbroken when seeing it.

Although their father Ying was wearing an Arab robe, his appearance and aura were still overwhelming.

Xiu Yu could only helplessly put the dress back into the box.

Just then, a clerk ran in with a gift box in his hand: "Miss Zijin, someone sent it."

Ying Zijin was still putting on makeup, and Xiu Yu helped her take it off.

Inside was a black dress, but it wasn't a skirt.

Xiu Yu could tell at a glance that the top of this dress alone cost over 10 million yuan.

Including the diamonds and other materials on the dress, the total price is definitely over 100 million.

Who gave this generous gift?

Although Xiu Yu was curious, he did not ask: "Dad Ying, it just so happens that this is a dress that suits your taste. I will help you put it on after you finish your makeup."

——

Shanghai City Hall.

The concert started at 7 o'clock, and many fans lined up at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

Most of the fans were attending Ying Luwei’s concert for the first time, and they couldn’t wait to get in when they were allowed to at six o’clock.

Backstage.

Ying Luwei was putting on makeup in front of the mirror, but her face didn't look good.

She had originally made an appointment with a styling shop, but just a few hours ago, the shop informed her that they could no longer serve her.

She raised the price, but the styling shop didn't change its offer.

The situation happened suddenly and she had no way to find another makeup artist, so she had to do it herself.

Zhong Manhua was standing nearby, feeling uneasy and anxious.

She has always deliberately avoided everything related to Ying Zijin.

She felt relieved that Qingzhi didn't call her during this period.

Unexpectedly, Ying Luwei dropped such a bomb on her.

It was only after Zhong Manhua arrived at the Great Hall that she found out what had happened, and she was unable to leave.

When she thought about the many famous artists coming and the live broadcast online, her heart ached.

Zhong Manhua originally thought that Ying Luwei was kind enough to give Ying Zijin an opportunity to make friends with famous people, so she could just refuse now.

Unexpectedly, it was Ying Zijin himself who wanted to come.

"Sister-in-law, are you feeling unwell?" Ying Luwei had been paying attention to Zhong Manhua with her peripheral vision, seemingly casually, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"I just have a minor stomachache." Zhong Manhua naturally wouldn't say that she didn't want to watch Ying Zijin perform, "It's nothing serious."

"Sister-in-law, you must take care of yourself." Ying Luwei finished putting on her makeup and stood up. "The concert is about to begin. I'll take you to your seat."

Hearing this, Zhong Manhua subconsciously tightened the strap of her bag.

The two walked out the door and ran into a foreigner head-on.

"You are Mr. Bart, right?" Ying Luwei was stunned at first, then pleasantly surprised, and said in English, "I am deeply honored that you can condescend to attend my concert. After the performance, can you give me some pointers?"

"Do I know you well?" Being forcibly pulled here by Berg, Bart was already holding back his temper, and he was even more impatient to be polite with Ying Luwei. He simply ignored her and looked behind him, "Where's the other performer? Hasn't he arrived yet?"