Before Teacher Qian and the others left.
I added Qu Jian'er as a friend.
They very formally invited Qu Jian'er to join a "Document and Antique Appraisal Group Chat".
A group of seasoned historians, seemingly unfazed by any challenge, surrounded the newcomer, bombarding him with questions about ancient scripts.
Qu Jian'er gave a brief explanation, then used the excuse of filming a variety show to evade further questions.
When she turned off her phone.
She saw several push notifications.
#Have you heard? A certain cookie brand is an expert in authentication#
#Have you heard? A certain cookie has a pair of discerning eyes; many renowned historians have vindicated her.#
#Have you heard? A certain cookie was banished to the mortal realm for knocking over a piece of ancient immortal's blue and white porcelain.#
The incident happened only half a day ago.
The online comments became increasingly outrageous, eventually deifying Qu Jian'er.
#Have you heard? A certain cookie brand is dominating the trending topics list#
Once public opinion senses a trend, it often goes crazy, posting everything that can be posted.
Qu Jian'er couldn't stand it anymore.
She simply petted the cat while sunbathing, pondering the feasibility of publishing ancient texts.
He Yuping moved a stool over: "Thanks to Xiao Qu, otherwise I would have ruined such a good antique."
Qu Jian'er shrugged: "A bottle is just a decoration. Even if it's an antique, it's still just a bottle. If it weren't for Teacher He's kindness, it wouldn't be famous. It should recognize you as its godmother."
He Yuping was amused: "Haha."
Lin Hua nodded: "Xiao Qu is right. You're just overthinking things. By the way, this jerky is really good."
He Yuping nodded gently: "Yes. It's delicious? Then I'll try some too."
Qu Jian'er shook her head and said, "It's not about how good the meat is, but the lazy feeling of being able to eat without having to do any work is quite nice."
He Yuping smiled and shook her head, treating Qu Jian'er as a peer of her own child: "You young people of this generation are really unique, you speak so eloquently. My daughter is like that too, talking about new era and new ideas."
Qu Jian'er smiled but didn't say anything.
Sudden.
A message on her phone affected her mood.
***
Just as Lan Xiaonan was pondering how to tell people about that strange incident, Qu Jian'er appeared, seemingly dawdling.
Lan Xiaonan asked, "What's wrong?"
Everyone on the production team regarded Qu Jian'er, who brought them popularity, as their lucky star.
Qu Jian'er never imagined that even after she paid her back taxes, someone would still dare to attack her Taoist temple.
Her Taoist temple should be demolished.
Is it because Taoist temples are still little known?
Qu Jian'er didn't have the patience to explain further.
I asked for two days off and then left.
After she left.
The popularity of variety shows has plummeted.
Qu Jian'er was unaware of all this.
She is busy dealing with local law enforcement.
Even with Bai Wei and others forming a human wall to block them, those nouveau riche with powerful backers showed no intention of backing down.
The two sides remained deadlocked for the entire night.
If Qu Jian'er had arrived just one minute later...
Dismantling the machine would hurt Bai Wei and the others.
Seeing that Qu Jian'er had arrived in time, Bai Wei and the others were all in high spirits.
I instantly felt confident.
Their spirits lifted.
It's as if someone is in charge.
Looking at Qu Jian'er standing between the two sides.
The skinny man, looking shifty and acting like a bully, said, "You're the abbot? This is the demolition permit from above. After you've checked it, if there are no problems, take your people and leave quickly. Don't interfere with our work. If you delay the important matter of the new housing development, you can't afford the consequences. Don't blame us for not reminding you!"
Qu Jian'er glanced at the certificate, then activated the mini camera covered by a concealment talisman: "You really have a unique look. If I didn't say so, I doubt anyone would know you still have human components. Tell me, who dared to stamp and sign your documents and demolish my Taoist temple after I paid my back taxes?"
The skinny man didn't understand Qu Jian'er's implication that he wasn't human, and he even wanted to retort, "Didn't I say, the higher-ups..."
Qu Jian'er repeatedly asked, "Who exactly gave you this power?"
The skinny man was stunned by Qu Jian'er.
A meow came from Qu Jian'er's shoulder.
The skinny man looked over and felt that the ominous black cat must contain some kind of unknown toxin.
It licked its paws.
It seemed poised to deliver a fatal blow at any moment; it was like a pet kept by Death.
Qu Jian'er turned her back to Bai Wei and the others, coldly watching the group of people in front of her who seemed oblivious to their own mortality.
Throughout her life, her bottom line was the Taoist temple that symbolized "home," and she would consider anyone who dared to tamper with the temple an enemy.
Qu Jian'er's pupils were pitch black.
It was as if layers upon layers of malevolent energy were gushing out, the darkness that followed the taking of countless lives.
The skinny man felt as if countless vengeful spirits would crawl out of the eyes of the person in front of him and tear his body apart.
That fear, more terrifying than the abyss of hell, instantly seized over his entire mind.
He swallowed hard and distanced himself from the others.
He was panting heavily.
He glared angrily at the group of people led by Qu Jian'er.
The skinny man forced himself to remain calm. Before coming, he had learned about Qu Jian'er through an online search: "Don't try to scare me! Who do you think you are, a celebrity with a tainted background? The law enforcement signed this document, you'd better go and argue with them if you dare!"
Qu Jian'er smiled gently: "A lifespan of 200 years is already short, why would you want to take a shortcut and court death? Don't worry, no one can escape."
The skinny man was terrified.
For a moment, I forgot to answer.
At this moment.
A fat man with big ears walked over, his squinty eyes full of calculation: "Why hasn't it started yet?"
I heard the deep, resonant voice of the man with the big belly.
The skinny man, now fully recovered, exclaimed, "President Feng, you've finally arrived! This guy starts intimidating people without warning. He really thinks he's some kind of mountain king, taking over a Taoist temple and disregarding the country!"
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