Chapter 59 I heard that you are in charge of organizing this year's welcome party. Are you worried?
Until the remittance of 200,000 yuan was transferred into Jiang Zhiyue's bank account, she felt a very strange emotion in her heart.
For so many years, she has been making money by relying on scholarships and the remuneration for helping Gu Zhaoye with his homework. It's not that she hasn't thought about taking a part-time job. The laws of Brandenburg stipulate that jobs belonging to aristocratic families must be approved by the employer before one has the right to choose a second job, not to mention starting a business. The first element of starting a business here is family background, and the second element is to find cooperation with the powerful.
The scope of her activities was tightly bounded by the rules of the world and she was like a canary in a cage that could not fly out. She longed to get her diploma and the recommendation of the Gu family to go abroad so that she could be free.
Is this more than 200,000? It is not as much as a ring on Gu Zhaoye's hand, but this is the first time she has earned money outside with her knowledge.
Although it was arranged by Mu Liansheng, if she hadn't had the work badge he provided, she wouldn't even be able to set foot in the exhibition hall.
Jiang Zhiyue didn't believe that Mu Liansheng was so kind as to let her make money. No matter how hard she tried to recall, she was sure that Mu Liansheng and Xiao Jingrun in the original book had no connection at all.
On the way home, Jiang Zhiyue blocked and deleted Mu Liansheng's contact information. No matter what their relationship was, she would not get involved. Although she was happy to make money, it was not worth it to jump from one fire pit into another.
She remembered Xiao Jingrun's expression when he threw the love letter into the trash can in the piano room. She also remembered Xiao Jingrun playing the piano, with a depressing and dull style of music. He was a meticulous man with heavy responsibilities and absolute rationality.
Jiang Zhiyue was in the room, tearing off every page of the date in her diary, tearing them into pieces and throwing them into the trash can.
She used to use her diary to remind herself that she was afraid that she could not escape her fate, that she could not escape the influence of the plot, that one day even her memory would be erased and she would be forced to die.
Her only mistake was that her diary was taken away by Mu Liansheng.
It's all over now. She will never let Mu Liansheng catch her by the hair.
Jiang Zhiyue prepared dinner, bought a small cake, and waited for Jiang Wanrou to come back from get off work.
Jiang Wanrou returned home and saw the joy on Jiang Zhiyue's face. She asked her what made her so happy.
"Tell mom what you want to eat and I'll make it for you." Jiang Wanrou was always gentle and made gestures.
Jiang Zhiyue did not tell Jiang Wanrou about the disputes, for fear that the more she knew, the more worried she would become.
"Next month, the classes for my minor will start." Jiang Zhiyue was referring to her academic studies. She is minoring in medical audiology and speech rehabilitation, a subject aimed at people with aphasia and those who have suffered psychological trauma and stimulation.
Jiang Wanrou felt a little guilty when she heard this, "If it weren't for me, you could learn whatever you wanted."
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't exist in this world. Why did you say that, mom?" Jiang Zhiyue smiled, a happy and gentle smile, with a special warmth under the halo.
When Jiang Wanrou heard this, her eyes flickered slightly, and she signed, "I'm dumb, and I'm making you laugh at school. If your classmates in public school find out, they'll make fun of me. You shouldn't sign up for this course."
"You are not mute, you are..." stimulated, Jiang Zhiyue took a deep breath, and did not say those two words, fearing to stimulate Jiang Wanrou.
"What I want to learn has nothing to do with them." Jiang Zhiyue made sweet and sour pork ribs and put a piece into Jiang Wanrou's bowl.
Jiang Wanrou pursed her lips and typed on her phone, "You need to keep your distance from Master Gu."
Jiang Zhiyue, "I know." Jiang Wanrou kept repeating these words tirelessly, but she knew very well that the real way to keep a distance was to leave here and start a new life in another country.
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When Jiang Zhiyue went to school the next day, she studied in the library in the morning. She opened her tablet and searched for information about Wharton College's welcome parties over the years. Freshmen to seniors could attend. To put it bluntly, it was actually a social dinner for peers from famous families.
She suddenly saw a familiar photo on the official website and clicked on it. It was Xiao Jingrun.
He had already attended Wharton College and had one year left to graduate.
This is normal. Jiang Zhiyue suspects that except for Gu Zhaoye, the poor student, everyone else has completed all college courses in high school. The reason they are still enrolled in Wharton is to study other majors, such as international politics and law.
The aesthetic style of Wharton's welcome party is a combination of Chinese and Western styles. It has both Chinese solemnity and Western romance, and it requires the purchase of a lot of decorations.
You definitely can’t use the same style as previous photos.
Jiang Zhiyue scribbled and revised on the paper, screening out several inappropriate styles. There were only more than 20 days left, which was not a loose time for organizing a high-level evening party.
It was not until today that Gu Zhaoye found out that she was in charge of organizing the welcome party, so he sent her a few gloating silly dog emoticons.
【If you need help, come to my room at night. I have experience. 】
Jiang Zhiyue resisted the urge to block him and replied with an emoticon of a little rabbit shaking its head, which was so obedient and cute.
【I have to do my homework at night.】
Gu Zhaoye didn't reply.
Suddenly, someone patted Jiang Zhiyue on the shoulder. She put away her phone and looked up.
Zhou Xiuzhi sat down on her left side holding a book, "Classmate Jiang Zhiyue, do you mind if I sit here?"
Jiang Zhiyue shook her head.
Zhou Xiuzhi, wearing a neat uniform, smiled at her.
"I heard that you are in charge of organizing this year's welcome party. Are you worried?"
"Maybe this will help you."
She handed the book in her hand to Jiang Zhiyue, "This is a book that records the aesthetics of banquets at Wharton over the years. You can take a look and maybe you can find some inspiration."
The book cover was a little yellowed, and it looked like it was not very old. There was no label on the cover. Jiang Zhiyue's eyes flashed with inquiry, "This is not a book from the library."
Zhou Xiuzhi was not surprised that she would find this, and smiled and said, "I bought this at the second-hand market."
Jiang Zhiyue's tone was very puzzled, "Such a strange thing is actually sold in the second-hand market?"
"Of course, you don't know how popular Wharton College is all over the world. How many people dream of getting into this school, becoming a part of it, and getting close to people they will never get close to in their lifetime." Zhou Xiuzhi's expression was unpredictable, and she said seriously, "People who pay close attention to Wharton's movements have recorded everything that has happened in Wharton over the years and compiled it into a book."
"We sell all kinds of books, including gossip about Wharton, banquet aesthetics, celebrity clothing, etc. You can buy anything you want."
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