Chapter 236 The Heir, Laurent Bank's Black Card [3 Updates]
Mu Cheng's words immediately put him on edge.
Mu Chenzhou glanced in the direction of Meng Jingyu.
Seeing that Meng Jingyu didn't seem to be leaving, he retreated to a corner and answered the phone.
"Mr. Mu Cheng, I am Mu Chenzhou. You are too kind."
In fact, Mu Cheng was just a servant responsible for all of Mu Heqing's travels.
However, because of Mu Heqing, no one really treated him as a servant.
If you want to see Mu Heqing, you have to go through Mu Cheng.
"Master has finalized the date for the successor assessment." Mu Cheng said calmly, "I just happened to be visiting your mother today on some business, so I thought I'd let you know in advance."
Mu Chenzhou's gaze suddenly hardened: "Grandpa wants to choose an heir?"
This matter had already spread throughout the Mu family several years ago.
They skipped directly to the generation of Mu Chenzhou's father, and the candidates were all chosen from their grandchildren's generation.
However, Mu Heqing had not made any definitive statements until this time, when he finally spoke his mind.
Mu Chenzhou's breathing became slightly rapid.
"Yes, you are the first one to be notified." Mu Cheng smiled slightly. "The assessment is quite difficult. The specific standards will be released in a few days. Please prepare, Young Master Chen Zhou."
Before Mu Chenzhou could react, Mu Cheng had already hung up the phone.
He stood there stunned for a long time.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again.
It is Madam Mu.
"Shenzhou, you were the first to be notified, which means it's a good thing." Madam Mu couldn't hide her excitement. "Your grandfather must have taken notice of you."
The Mu family is large and powerful.
There are as many as thirty direct disciples of Mu Chenzhou's generation alone.
I haven't seen Mu Heqing get close to anyone yet.
Mu Chenzhou is not the most outstanding; there are at least three people ahead of him.
One of them was a woman.
Madam Mu had not expected that Mu Cheng would personally inform Mu Chenzhou about the successor assessment.
“You have important guests over there, so I won’t bother you any longer.” Madam Mu was very pleased. “Once you pass the test, you can start inheriting the Mu family business.”
Looking at the disconnected call, Mu Chenzhou frowned, but he was not as optimistic as Madam Mu.
He pondered for a moment, then walked over to Meng Jingyu.
The man was wearing a dark blue embroidered Hanfu cardigan and was holding a folding fan.
It has an antique charm.
It seems out of place in this bustling, brightly lit international metropolis.
But his appearance was outstanding, and this outfit made him look even more dashing.
Passersby couldn't help but turn around frequently.
Mu Chenzhou stepped forward apologetically: "Mr. Jingyu, I'm sorry, I couldn't let you get that tulip."
“No need.” Meng Jingyu paused, then suddenly asked, “Do you know that lady?”
"I know her, but we're not close." Mu Chenzhou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Meng Jingyu didn't mind. "She was originally the adopted daughter of the Ying family, but the adoption has now been terminated."
“I see.” Meng Jingyu lost interest.
However, she is really good-looking.
Mu Chenzhou spoke again: "If Mr. Jingyu really likes that tulip, I can ask someone to go to O Continent to take a look."
"No need." Meng Jingyu repeated those two words. "You go about your business. I have something to do, so I'll take my leave now."
His speech also had a touch of ancient Chinese style.
Mu Chenzhou couldn't figure out his attitude, so he nodded: "Okay, if Mr. Jingyu needs anything, please contact me."
A Porsche stopped in front of the hotel.
The woman next to Meng Jingyu opened the car door for him, and he got in.
After getting into the car, the woman's expression changed, becoming somewhat sinister: "Sir, that snow lingzhi..."
“I didn’t say I gave up.” Meng Jingyu smiled faintly, fanning himself with his fan. “While he’s not with that girl, send a few of your men to snatch her away.”
The woman replied respectfully, "I will obey your command, sir."
They weren't in a hurry to return to the capital.
It's worth keeping for a single Snow Lingzhi mushroom that can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded.
Meng Jingyu murmured softly, "If I had known there would be so much trouble, I should have taken action before the auction even started."
He was not an ancient healer, but an ancient martial artist.
Years ago, because most of the direct descendants of the Meng family were in poor health, the Meng family specifically negotiated with a family in the ancient martial arts world to have several talented ancient martial arts practitioners marry into the family.
The child born will have the surname Meng.
From then on, the Meng family could treat this ancient martial arts family without charging consultation fees.
Of course, the Meng family does not provide extremely rare medicinal materials.
The Meng family doesn't need money, because money is far less important to them than a single medicinal herb.
But that doesn't mean the Dream Family isn't short of money.
Even the fifth family, a family of fortune tellers, went into business for money.
However, the head of the Meng family strictly adhered to the wishes of his ancestors and resolutely refused to step into the secular world. He remained in the ancient medical field, and only a small number of family members would go out.
Each medicinal herb costs an exorbitant price.
Meng Jingyu is a descendant of one of the genius ancient martial arts masters.
Logically, he should have come from an ancient martial arts family, but because his father married into the family, he took the Meng family's surname.
Ancient martial artists have always been known for their domineering and tyrannical ways.
If it can be solved by hand, then money will not be used.
He doesn't even carry bank cards when he goes out, let alone cash.
Meng Jingyu never expected that a young girl from Shanghai with no family background would also take a liking to that snow lingzhi.
And that man...
He coughed softly a few times, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
“Sir, but that young master of the Mu family—” the woman frowned, her tone filled with disgust, “is really useless. He’s even unwilling to spend the money he spent on the Snow Lingzhi on you. If he knew who you were, he would regret it sooner or later.”
“You’ve misunderstood him.” Meng Jingyu closed her paper fan and smiled. “He’s just a direct descendant of the Mu family in this generation, not the true heir of the Mu family. Only the true heir is qualified to enter the world of ancient medicine.”
“It’s understandable that he’s reluctant to spend a few million on me.”
Meng Jingyu narrowed her eyes slightly, paused, and said calmly, "It would be best not to take action. The young lady likes flowers and plants, so go and have a few pots sent over from the capital and exchange them with her."
The woman accepted the order and began contacting people in the capital.
**
After the auction ended, most people left.
Fu Mingcheng and his wife naturally saw Fu Yunshen, but they ignored him and left.
Fu Yihan wanted to go find Fu Yunshen, but he didn't see him, so he had to give up.
"Xiao Ruan, let's go, let's go back." Fu Yihan put on his coat, turned around, and saw Su Ruan frantically searching for something. He was taken aback. "Xiao Ruan?"
"My card!" Su Ruan had checked under the chair but couldn't find it. She was extremely anxious, and her eyes turned red. "Yi Han, my bank card is missing."
"What bank card?" Fu Yihan's expression gradually turned serious. "Did your parents give it to you? It's okay if you lost it, you can get a replacement."
“No, it’s something I brought from the capital.” Su Ruan said, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s an anonymous black card from Laurent Bank.”
Fu Yihan's expression changed slightly: "Lost?"
“It must be here.” Su Ruan lifted her skirt and ran to the dining table to look for it again. “I remember bringing it with me, how come it’s gone?”
Laurent Bank offers a type of anonymous black card, a symbol of status, which has only been issued in Beijing and is a limited edition.
However, most people don't put much money in this card; it's more of a keepsake.
Since it's anonymous, it would be a real problem if it got lost.
However, Su Ruan only has this one black gold card from Laurent Bank; she doesn't care about cards from other banks.
Especially since she can show it off, since there aren't any like it in Shanghai.
She brought the card with her this time because of the auction and transferred the money.
Su Ruan was going crazy: "Yi Han, I still have ten million in my account, what if I lose it?"
"Don't worry." Fu Yihan walked to the front desk. "Could you please check the CCTV footage in the lobby? My wife has lost her bank card, and it's very important."
"Yes, young master, please wait a moment."
The other party was a member of the Fu family, so the counter clerk didn't dare to be negligent and quickly contacted the monitoring room to retrieve the video footage.
Su Ruan walked over in her high heels and watched the surveillance footage with Fu Yihan.
Suddenly, she spoke up: "Stop, here."
The counter staff pressed pause.
The scene shows Ying Zijin stopping for a moment as she passed Su Ruan before leaving her seat.
Upon seeing this, Su Ruan realized that she had deliberately tried to trip Ying Zijin, but failed and her foot had been stepped on.
Furthermore, she did not have any closer contact with anyone else.
The surveillance footage did not show her losing her black card.
But she had used a card during the previous auction.
It could only have disappeared near the end of the auction.
“It’s her.” Su Ruan sneered without even thinking. “I knew she was an adopted daughter with no family background. Where would she get a million? She must have taken my card.”
Anonymous black cards can be used by anyone.
Fu Yihan fell silent: "Xiao Ruan, don't worry, there's a misunderstanding. Let's look for it again."
“No misunderstanding.” Su Ruan sneered. “I had already heard from the Ying family that she’s a habitual thief. She’s still here, right? Give me her room number, I’ll go find her.”
The last sentence was spoken to the saleswoman at the counter.
The receptionist was a little taken aback: "I'm sorry, Madam, all customer information is confidential. Please don't make things difficult for us."
“Do you know what kind of card this is? It’s from Laurent Bank, and there are ten million in it. You couldn’t afford to pay for it even if you sold yourself.” Su Ruan wouldn’t listen at all. “Quickly tell me, which room is she in? And call a few more security guards.”
**
Presidential Suite 908.
Ying Zijing is on the phone with Rita.
"Hey, it's 10:30, where are you? I think the scenery around Shanghai is pretty nice, want to come out for a walk?"
Rita was wandering around somewhere when she suddenly exclaimed, "Wow, is this the food stall you were talking about? It looks delicious!"
Just as Ying Zijing was about to speak, she glanced casually at the door, and her eyes suddenly narrowed.
Several seconds passed without a reply from her. Rita on the other end of the phone said, "Hello? Did you disconnect? Is your internet connection bad?"
"Something came up, wait a moment." Ying Zijing hung up the phone and stood up.
The doorbell rang at the exact same moment.
Ying Zijing raised her hand, pressed the doorknob, and opened the door.
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See you tomorrow~
We'll have a giveaway for Young Master Fu's birthday during Singles' Day!
(End of this chapter)
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