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Chapter 349 - 328 seventeen stickers

Chapter 349: 328 seventeen stickers

"You can refuse."

After Shi Qianxi left, Jiang Chen spoke up, reminding her, "The contract stipulates that you are not obligated to participate in unnecessary social engagements."

Truly the conscience of the industry.

In an era where the 996 work schedule is seen as a blessing, such an employer who considers the employees is indeed rare.

Jiang Chen felt that the reason the other party had agreed was due to the pressure from Shi Qianxi.

"But what if it’s not an unnecessary social engagement?"

Pei Yunxi said calmly.

Not an unnecessary social engagement?

Jiang Chen furrowed his brows.

"... I don’t quite understand."

"Why does Director Shi want to have dinner with you?"

Pei Yunxi sat down on the sofa.

Jiang Chen briefly said, "Because of a private matter."

"Really?"

Pei Yunxi gazed at him,

Confronted with those soul-capturing eyes, Jiang Chen nodded.

He indeed wasn’t lying.

"If it’s really just a private matter, why would Miss Shi invite me as well?"

Pei Yunxi continued to ask.

"I don’t know either."

Jiang Chen chuckled bitterly.

He truly didn’t know what the lady’s intentions were.

He was clueless, but Pei Yunxi seemed to know, and suddenly uttered, "Some things, you don’t need to carry alone, and you can’t bear them all by yourself."

Jiang Chen was momentarily stunned.

"Miss Shi invited me along for your sake. With me there, even if Director Shi harbors any dissatisfaction, he would not go too far."

Pei Yunxi said softly, "Miss Shi is really considerate."

Jiang Chen was struck dumb; suddenly, he began to understand.

Right.

Shi Zhenhua’s invitation to dinner under the guise of expressing gratitude was clearly a feigned gesture.

This meal was likely fraught with danger.

But if Pei Yunxi was present, it would be a different story entirely.

In front of a woman a man admires, he will maintain his manners and uphold his image.

Otherwise, with Shi Zhenhua’s power, if he truly wanted to have Pei Yunxi, she would have had no ability to resist, and would not be safe to this day.

That Shi Qianxi.

Such a deep schemer.

Indeed, like father, like daughter.

To think of such a tricky method so quickly.

"This puts you in a difficult position, doesn’t it?"

Jiang Chen said.

"What’s difficult about it, this also helps me."

Pei Yunxi replied lightly.

Shi Qianxi may be a deep schemer, but she’s also no simple character, not just anyone can see through the true meaning behind a simple invitation.

No wonder she agreed so readily just now.

Jiang Chen felt that he was still too naïve in many ways, and needed to work hard to learn.

To conquer a woman like Pei Yunxi, money alone was far from enough; otherwise, Shi Zhenhua would have succeeded long ago.

"How about the junior sister Luo? Has she also come to East Sea?"

He shifted the topic.

"No, East University won’t start for a while, so I told her to stay at home a few more days."

"What about you? Why don’t you do the same, stay home and spend more time with your parents?"

If one observed closely, they would notice that Jiang Chen’s tone had become much more intimate.

He was doing it on purpose, of course.

To keep referring to her formally as ’Miss Pei’ just like before would only make their good relationship turn distant.

Boiling the frog in warm water.

It seemed that Pei Yunxi had not noticed the subtle change in his tone and revealed a self-deprecating smile.

"At home, I’m not keeping them company, but rather troubling them. Since I’ve returned, visitors never ceased, keeping them busy all day with endless hospitality obligations. It’s only after I leave that they can have some peace."

Jiang Chen smiled wryly.

He could understand.

For a star like Pei Yunxi, returning to her hometown, which was basically a third-tier city, it was likely that even the city’s leaders would pay her a visit.

Indeed, everyone has their own troubles.

He spent the New Year alone, which was quite lonely, while Pei Yunxi felt depressed because she had too many visitors.

"By the way, Director Fei just called me. A part of the script is already finished, and it should be done around May. If there’s no issue with the script, we can start preparing to begin filming," he said.

"I’ll follow the company’s arrangements."

Pei Yunxi nodded.

He had to admit, that sounded quite fulfilling. Jiang Chen wanted to chat more with her, not necessarily to increase their rapport but at least to deepen their emotional connection. However, Pei Yunxi didn’t give him the chance.

"I’m going to head back now, you be busy."

The entire company only has you as an artist. If you leave, what else would I be busy with?

Of course, Jiang Chen could never say something like that. All he could do was say,

"I’ll walk you out."

————

The ninth day of the first lunar month.

Jiang Chen drove a Mercedes belonging to CX Entertainment, following the address given by Shi Qianxi and took Pei Yunxi to a private club.

From the outside, it looked like a nondescript two-story building, but only upon entering could you discover its elegance.

Even the stairs and floors were made of precious purple sandalwood. Knowing that this kind of wood was priced in the millions per ton, most wealthy families would only use it to make furniture. Who would be extravagant enough to lay it on the floor for people to walk on?

Although it had only two floors, the space was vast. Under the guidance of a manager, Jiang Chen and Pei Yunxi headed upstairs, passing by walls adorned with calligraphy and paintings.

It felt as if they were in a museum exhibition.

Of course.

Even though Jiang Chen knew that the place Shi Zhenhua picked wouldn’t be ordinary, he understood that these calligraphy works and paintings were definitely either counterfeits or, more precisely, replicas.

Otherwise, if they were original, such priceless treasures would be carefully stored in private safes. How could they be hung carelessly on the walls without any security measures?

The two entered a private room marked with the character "Mao."

"If there’s anything you need, please feel free to call me."

East Sea is East Sea.

Pei Yunxi’s visit to her hometown was a sensational event, but here, not even a manager was surprised; at least on the surface, the man in his thirties seemed quite unperturbed.

Since Jiang Chen deliberately arrived half an hour early, Shi Zhenhua and his daughter Shi Qianxi had not yet arrived.

"East Sea really has many great places. I think this club has even more atmosphere than those cultural preservation areas. It feels like stepping through time upon entering."

The room’s decor was consistent with the rest of the club, with almost all the furnishings made of wood, filling the air with a distinct yet non-irritating woody fragrance that was quite comfortable.

Even Pei Yunxi, looking at the room’s furniture and decorations, showed a trace of surprise on her beautiful face.

"These seem to be made of Qi nan wood."

"Qi nan wood?"

Jiang Chen, of course, had never heard of it.

"Qi nan wood is a type of agarwood, the finest among fine agarwood, also known as ancient aloes. This wood is priced by the gram."

Jiang Chen was speechless.

In his twenty-plus years of ordinary life, he knew that gold was priced by the gram.

Wood sold by the gram?

Fu Zili was right.

Everyone is a frog at the bottom of a well; it’s just that the size of the well’s opening varies.

The furniture in this room, just taking one piece out, could probably make an ordinary person wealthy, right?

Jiang Chen suddenly noticed that the walls on both sides of the room were filled with calligraphy scrolls.

It was obviously cursive script.

He counted instinctively—there were precisely seventeen.

Approaching one of the walls, Jiang Chen carefully observed it. Although he hadn’t studied calligraphy, as a talented student from East University, even if he couldn’t understand it all, he could at least make out a small portion of the content.

"For those in the east who seek a fine view, my admiration for the hermit’s longing has been long-standing. Why would you..."

This is...

His face showed surprise, then he quickly pulled out his phone, searched online, and compared with the scrolls on the wall.

"What’s the matter?"

Pei Yunxi walked over curiously.

After comparing four scrolls, Jiang Chen slowly put down his phone.

"This is Wang Xizhi’s ’Seventeen Posts.’"

Seventeen Posts?

Pei Yunxi suddenly felt that these three words seemed familiar.