Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 215 Unqualified Woman_1

Chapter 215: Chapter 215 Unqualified Woman_1

The long-distance bus entered the provincial expressway, moving swiftly and smoothly.

Sheng reclined in his seat, ready for a quick nap.

However, a blast of sound from a neighboring seat interrupted him, a mix of singing and cheering.

Sheng couldn’t help but frown and look over; Qian’er was excitedly holding her phone, watching some video.

A Wei Moran concert, live footage?!

Sheng recognized it; it was at Treles Square.

This girl was also a fan of Wei Moran!

"Miss, could you please use headphones or keep it down a bit?" Sheng couldn’t help but ask.

He repeated himself three times.

Only then did Qian’er snap out of her excitement, furrowing her brows and giving Sheng a look, her beautiful eyes rolling slightly.

Actually, she had played her music out loud as a sort of "revenge" against the crude fellow beside her.

"Whether I watch or not is my business, what does it have to do with you?" Qian’er huffed coldly.

"But you’re disturbing my rest, and others’ as well," Sheng said seriously. "This is a public space, not your home. You’re free to watch and listen as you like, but please use headphones!"

"I don’t feel like wearing them, so what! It has a better atmosphere this way, and I prefer to listen like this!" Qian’er replied with a defiant look, scoffing.

As she spoke, she provocatively turned up the volume.

The noise escalated.

Passengers around began to voice their dissatisfaction.

"Young lady, your volume is too loud, it’s disturbing!"

"Exactly, this is a space for everyone. What you’re doing isn’t right!"

"Yes, we were all resting quietly. We’ve still got a long way to go!"

The criticisms from the surroundings intensified.

Frowning, Qian’er looked around, annoyed, turned off the video, and glared at Sheng as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"I am a highly educated intellectual, and I can’t be bothered to argue with you all! This is verbal violence from the group against an individual. I’ll write an article when I get back and denounce you all!" Qian’er said, lowering her voice angrily.

The high ground she claimed was indeed a lofty one!

Sheng shook his head.

This Qian’er was like a spoiled child.

Listening to her, was she a reporter? With her temperament, could she really maintain an impartial stance in her news coverage?

Sheng sighed.

He himself had started out at Tian Hai Media, a company with a semi-journalistic nature.

"Alright, enough, everyone. The lady has turned off her phone, hasn’t she?" a voice beside Qian’er spoke up.

It came from a handsome man with glasses.

With someone mediating, the bus gradually quieted down.

"Thank you."

Qian’er gave the handsome man a grateful smile, then cast another disdainful glance at Sheng, "Unlike some people who start by criticizing others. Absolutely no class!"

Sheng couldn’t be bothered with her; he leaned back in his seat and rested with his eyes closed.

"Let’s get acquainted. My name is Sun Zicheng. What’s your name?" the handsome man with glasses extended his hand, greeting Qian’er.

"Yang Qian’er." Qian’er shook hands with him, her impression of Sun Zicheng quite favorable.

"Are you also heading to Tiannan to see Wei Tianhou’s concert?" Zicheng gestured toward Qian’er’s phone.

"Yes, are you?" Qian’er was thrilled to meet a fellow fan.

"Yeah, it’s worth the trip. Not only is there a concert, but also a new album release!" Zicheng adjusted his glasses, smiling.

"You’ve actually managed to snag concert tickets, impressive! I came here without a ticket to try my luck, and who would’ve thought, for both concerts, no tickets required!" Yang Qian’er said with delight.

"Haha, my ticket, actually, I bought it from a scalper at a high price, it cost me over twenty thousand."

He really is a devoted fan of Wei Tianhou, and with the casual way Sun Zicheng spoke, one could hardly tell the ticket was over twenty thousand.

The handsome and wealthy man made Yang Qian’er take an extra couple of glances, unable to help herself.

Soon enough, the two of them heatedly discussed and compared the helicopter show at East Square and the pigeon display at Treles Square.

"I wonder who came up with the idea for Treles Square’s opening show, it’s so romantic. Even though they used pigeons, the training they must’ve gone through probably cost more than several helicopters!" Yang Qian’er remarked with emotion, "I heard that the person in charge of Treles Square, last name Bai, is very young and well-connected. Apparently, even the mayor, Master Song Kai, and Lu Qingfeng know him! Wow, that’s impressive!"

Yang Qian’er couldn’t help but admire him a little.

Bai Xiaosheng was annoyed from the noise and couldn’t sleep; even compliments about himself didn’t cheer him up.

In the reports from Tiannan, Bai Xiaosheng had specifically instructed Lu Qingfeng to exercise media control, so any coverage on Bai Xiaosheng was edited and abridged.

Bai Xiaosheng did not wish for fame.

At present, he was only at the deputy general manager level, and at the time just a manager; he really didn’t need the recognition.

"That charity gala at Treles Square, did you go?" Sun Zicheng suddenly asked.

"No, they didn’t sell tickets to the public." Yang Qian’er sounded a bit disappointed, then suddenly stared at Sun Zicheng and stammered, "You mean, don’t tell me... you were there?!"

Yang Qian’er was somewhat surprised.

That event was a gathering of the real big shots. Normally, with her job, she could have gotten in using her company’s name, but sadly she was on vacation without any credentials, so naturally, she couldn’t enter.

"Mhm, I participated a little," Sun Zicheng said modestly, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone.

It seemed to him, it wasn’t worth mentioning.

But being able to get in there, that in itself suggested his status was no ordinary one!

"What do you do?" Yang Qian’er asked, unable to hold back, but then she felt it may be too forward and laughed awkwardly, "Never mind if it’s not convenient for you to say."

"It’s nothing to be proud of. To be honest, it wasn’t due to my own abilities, but through my father’s company’s name, no real merit." Sun Zicheng shrugged and smiled.

A second-generation rich kid!

And such a modest and polite one at that, which only increased Yang Qian’er’s good impression.

There was nothing strange about a rich second-generation catching a bus.

Yang Qian’er had even met a second-generation who liked to pick up bottles, even though both of his parents were bankers.

Everyone has their own way of living.

"So did you, meet that project manager?" Yang Qian’er asked with keen interest.

"We just chatted casually, we’re not very familiar. He’s quite insightful though," Sun Zicheng nodded slightly.

Bai Xiaosheng couldn’t help but open his eyes and look at this guy.

Bullshit, keep bullshitting!

That day I only spoke with Shang Wenshu, the mayor, Song Kai, Lu Qingfeng, and Wei Moran. Which one of them are you supposed to be?

"What, you’re interested too, brother?" Sun Zicheng noticed Bai Xiaosheng looking over and smiled faintly.

Yang Qian’er glanced at Bai Xiaosheng and scoffed, muttering, "Psh, don’t mind him."

"Alright, keep telling me about that guy, I need to write an article when I get back," Yang Qian’er urged, her expression somewhat excited, "I’m a reporter for a media company. Too bad, I couldn’t do an onsite interview; Treles’ media control is too freakish."

"Sure," Sun Zicheng readily agreed.

As Sun Zicheng vividly recounted the story, Bai Xiaosheng smiled enigmatically to himself.

Is he talking about me?

While Sun Zicheng spoke, his gaze occasionally swept toward the front of the bus.

This guy, what’s he looking at, acting all sneaky.

Bai Xiaosheng suddenly became quite interested.

"Activate the third auxiliary, Primary Micro-Expression Analysis System!"