Chapter 263 Where does your confidence come from?
Jiang Zhiyue looked up at him.
In the ambient light, the man's eyebrows were as sharp as swords, he stood very straight, hooked the girl's finger and touched her earlobe.
Something strange flashed in Jiang Zhiyue's eyes and she quickly turned her head away. Her expression changed. She didn't expect Chu Junyue to dare to do such a thing in public.
She looked around and saw that the guests in the back hall were gathered in groups of three or four, and no one was paying attention to what was happening here.
The man's lips curved up slightly, like a smile.
Jiang Zhiyue looked straight into those sharp eyes and said, "I should thank Master Chu now."
Chu Junyue remained silent.
Jiang Zhiyue walked along the table and looked towards the famous wine counter. Stan Lee had not left yet. He was leisurely tasting the sweet fruit wines one by one. He seemed to have noticed something and met the girl's gaze. She raised her glass and smiled at Jiang Zhiyue.
Jiang Zhiyue nodded in response, turned around, still looking directly into the man's sharp eyes, and said softly, "What if I'm not satisfied with my answer? I should be grateful for your presence, but I——"
"But you don't need my help. You can do better on your own." Chu Junyue raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He stroked the wine glass with his rough fingers, and the curve of his lips remained unchanged.
Jiang Zhiyue had never seen this man smile before. She was much shorter than him and always had to look up at him. Jiang Zhiyue could always feel that the man's gaze was looking down at her. If he bent down, the feeling would become even stronger.
"Depending on the antique appreciation knowledge you have memorized? Are you planning to give an antique lecture to the other party at the cocktail party tonight?"
Chu Junyue narrowed his eyes, seeming a little puzzled, "Where does your confidence come from?"
Jiang Zhiyue clearly felt that she had to control her emotions when communicating with him.
She came to the cocktail party today not to play the game of playing hard to get with Chu Junyue. She had looked through Stan Lee's team's recent medical collaborations and research. She knew which topic would be the entry point so that the other party would have a chance to agree to her request.
"My deal with Master Chu started when I saved Master Che. The invitation letter Master Chu gave me was his reward. Master Chu knew what I needed and introduced Professor Li to me. I am very grateful." Jiang Zhiyue continued, "But after I meet Professor Li, how she should treat me and what methods she should use to treat my mother are my personal matters."
She felt Stan Lee's ambiguous gaze. It shouldn't be like this.
She knew the feeling of enjoying power, which was convenient and quick. With this pretty face, as long as she obeyed Gu Zhaoye, she could get more than she had now.
Jiang Zhiyue always understands the rules of the game in the upper class. What you get because of your beauty, you will eventually lose because of your beauty. If you accept gifts that do not belong to you, you will eventually have to pay several times the price. Not to mention that Chu Junyue has a fiancée who is eyeing him covetously.
Knowing that the Lin family had ill intentions and was reluctant to cancel the engagement, he must have something planned.
Jiang Zhiyue had witnessed with her own eyes how the mistress of a large family punished the concubines around her husband.
Chu Junyue can afford to play, but she can’t, and she doesn’t have time to play.
Perhaps, if she accepted the olive branch he offered her, he could help her with tens of millions of dollars in medical expenses, or even give her more, but a man's advances to a woman ultimately required her to lie under him.
This goes against Jiang Zhiyue's original intention.
"Master Chu, I rejected the dress you sent me and your driver. I suddenly showed up at the party. When you saw me for the first time, you would think I was very creative and wanted to attract your attention. Even though I said no, I would eventually accept your kindness."
“It’s just a terrible feeling.”
As Jiang Zhiyue spoke, she looked deeply into the man's eyes. She could still see the playful coldness in Chu Junyue's cold eyes. He said nothing and listened quietly.
His eyelids drooped, and when they fell on her, it was as if he was looking at a little girl talking to herself. This little girl, just for the sake of her insignificant self-esteem, tried her best to deny and desperately looked for excuses.
She tried desperately to clarify that she risked her life to save Chu Junche, and the invitation letter was her reward.
She tried hard to deny that they had no relationship and she didn't want to have anything to do with him.
At the end of the conversation, one could still see a kind of unwillingness on Jiang Zhiyue's gentle and quiet face.
What Chu Junyue found unbelievable was that Jiang Zhiyue actually glared at him.
The girl turned around and walked towards Stan Lee without hesitation. She turned back and glared at him fiercely again.
She probably didn't know that making such an expression didn't actually have much deterrent effect.
But it became clear that she didn't need his help, so he asked her to meet Stan Lee and the deal was sealed.
Chu Junyue's eyes curved slightly and he drank the wine in his hand.
The image of Jiang Zhiyue's inexplicably aggrieved, angry, and frustrated look flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.
Under the influence of alcohol, the man's pair of cold and sharp eyes seemed as if something was burning.
....
Jiang Zhiyue approached Stan Lee again.
She talked about the medical projects that Stan Lee's team is working on, and mentioned Pick's disease type C, an extremely rare but debilitating mental illness that has entered clinical trials.
Stan Lee's team is recruiting volunteers, and those who pass the physical selection will have the opportunity to provide treatment for family members, and the cost will be reduced to between six and seven figures.
Stan Lee's requirement for volunteers is that they must be students from major universities around the world, because psychiatric clinical experiments require volunteers with high quality and efficient cooperation, and some simple communication operations involve multiple languages.
Jiang Zhiyue not only studied Stan Lee's preferences, but also found her most reliable opportunity.
Stan Lee was surprised. He didn't expect that such a young girl could recite her medical experiments in recent years by heart, derive more viewpoints from her published papers, and even analyze in an orderly manner which medical topics are applicable to Brandenberg.
When Jiang Zhiyue talked about the homeless people she saw in the slums and their abnormal mental reactions, it greatly aroused Stan Lee's interest.
"You took the photo?" Stan Lee asked. "Most normal people would want to stay away from those homeless people, but they don't know that they are actually our other side."
"Like the aphasia you mentioned, this is also a mental disorder." Stan Lee added: "However, when I directly explain that the patient has a mental disorder, most of them will deny their own problems."
"Little girl, you are really..."
Stan Lee didn't know how to describe it.
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