Chapter 164 What kind of show of force? I don't recognize him!
The gleaming luxury cars drove one after another through the tall, ornate gate, and then drove along a long tree-lined road before finally stopping in front of a majestic building.
The butler got out of the car, walked over gracefully, opened the car door, and gestured for them to enter.
Shi Miao stepped onto the exquisitely carved floor tiles, turned her head to look at the neatly trimmed lawns on both sides, and then looked forward to the stone steps, at the gate that appeared particularly ancient and solemn, imbued with the atmosphere.
The servants in uniforms stood in neat rows by the door.
As the butler led Shi Miao closer, she would bow her head in welcome.
【Wow! 】
The unsuspecting kitten blinked its eyes, curiously looking around.
Feudalism! The landlord class!
System: […This is their way of showing you force.]
From the convoy of luxury cars lined up downstairs, to the long journey, and finally to the majestic old mansion and the obedient servants.
He had an air of nonchalance, yet exuded an old-fashioned, sophisticated style.
However, the cat seemed to think: "Luxury car? What kind of car is that? I don't recognize it."
Cats only know about two-wheeled bicycles, electric scooters, tricycles, and four-wheeled cars.
On the way, he secretly studied the system urgently, learning how to make the gesture of receiving checks look more elegant, without paying any attention to the distance.
And these servants.
Of course! Such a big house needs many people to clean it.
He stepped through the gate without a care in the world.
The sky wasn't dark, but the lights inside the old house remained on, illuminating the entire house as bright as day.
The floor was covered with a thick, luxurious carpet, and the air was filled with a faint, elegant fragrance.
The butler led the way, walking slowly through the long corridor, winding and turning, until finally stopping in front of a tea room.
"Miss Shi, please."
Shi Miao politely thanked her and walked inside confidently.
Upon entering, one first passes an elegant bamboo embroidered screen, and then sees a rosewood tea table placed in the center.
One side of the tea room features a panoramic floor-to-ceiling window offering views of the meticulously arranged courtyard with its bamboo grove and pond.
Yan Zongjing, dressed in a Chinese-style long gown, sat behind the table with a dark wood emerald cane leaning against him. He exuded an air of authority without being angry, and when he slightly raised his eyes, his gaze carried the scrutiny of someone who had long held a position of power.
"Miss Shi."
He spoke slowly, gesturing for her to sit opposite him, "I've heard Xiaoxu mention you before, and now we finally meet."
The warm, smooth purple clay teapot pours out a steady stream of water, which rolls into a small porcelain cup, releasing a delicate and lingering aroma of tea.
When they come to hire someone, the bodyguards are fully armed.
When she actually arrived, he adopted the demeanor of an elder having a heart-to-heart talk, poured Shi Miao a cup of tea, and asked her in a seemingly friendly manner.
"By now, you should have finished filling out your college applications, right? What did you choose? Is it still the same major as Beijing Forestry University?"
"What was it called again..."
The butler stood to one side, his voice low and clear, “Wildlife and nature reserve management.”
Yan Zongjing nodded as if he had just realized something.
Yes, this is it.
"Miss Shi's grades are quite good, she scored 650 points, which is enough to get into the Jinglin major."
He spoke calmly, as if he were genuinely curious.
"Why did Xiaoxu mention a clause when she signed the Tsinghua University guaranteed admission agreement, hoping that Jinglin University could add an extra enrollment quota for this major in Jiang Province?"
Good question.
Not only were the Tsinghua University professors completely baffled, but even those who tried to reach out to Jinglin University through connections were almost mistaken for account hackers and scammers.
Shi Miao thought it was because she wanted to use Xiao Tong Assistant and was afraid of taking up other students' spots.
Facing Yan Zongjing's scrutinizing gaze, Shi Miao replied innocently, "He's probably worried that I won't pass the exam."
Whether Yan Zongjing believed it or not, he simply picked up the porcelain cup on the table, brought it to his lips, took a sip, and made a mysterious twitch at the corner of his lips.
According to Zhu Ting, this kind of old man likes to go around in circles and say things that have a profound meaning.
But the cat couldn't understand the implied meaning.
After huffing and puffing as I answered a few everyday questions about my studies and life, I finally lost patience with the riddle-teller and turned to look at the chessboard on the small table by the French windows.
Her eyes lit up, and she took the initiative: "Grandpa Yan, how about we play chess?"
Yan Zongjing looked slightly surprised, his aged hand stroking the gemstone on his cane. "Oh? Miss Shi can play Go?"
According to the information obtained from the investigation, she was an ordinary girl whose parents lived abroad and who did not have any special background.
His words lacked both the shrewdness of a young nobleman and the prudence of a clever child.
Straightforward and bold, completely unfazed by the atmosphere along the way.
She is even more fearless than Ji Cailing was back then.
Thinking of his good-for-nothing eldest son and his daughter-in-law whom he disliked, Yan Zongjing's expression turned indifferent.
Under his condescending gaze.
Shi Miao answered decisively, "I don't know."
She curved her lips into a bright and radiant smile, so sweet it was almost flamboyant. "But I think I can play a game with you, Grandpa Yan."
The butler glanced over slightly.
Yan Zongjing stroked the gemstone on his cane, his expression unchanged, but a hint of contempt crept into his heart.
They'll probably say something flattering like "I'm learning from you" or "Please give me your guidance."
That's what I was thinking.
The girl had a fair face with delicate and pretty features, and a sweet, clear voice.
"Because I understand you, and I also like to pretend."
She said sincerely, "You're an experienced loader, and I'm a junior loader. How can we not be on the same page?"
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