Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 218 Sheng Ronghua steps down! Ye Wanlan’s mentor [2 updates]

Chapter 218: 218 Sheng Ronghua steps down! Ye Wanlan’s mentor [2 updates]

Director Zou didn’t have time to ponder how Ye Wanlan knew exactly when the voting process was taking place, and he cautiously replied, "Understood, I’ll bear that in mind; rest assured."

"Director Zou is a man of his word; of course, I’ll be very reassured," said Ye Wanlan in a faint voice. "I also believe that Director Zou’s choice is a wise one."

After the call ended, Director Zou put down the phone and took a long breath.

When he looked up again, his gaze had become resolute.

"I’m sorry," Director Zou said slowly, "in regard to the election for general manager this time, I choose young master Huaiqian."

The whole room was in uproar!

"Zou Mingquan!" President Qi slammed the table and stood up abruptly, "I discussed this matter with you yesterday, what happened to you today?"

He also feared that Sheng Huaiqian would pull some trick at the critical moment.

So, to be safe, he specifically asked several shareholders to dine together.

How come Director Zou turned his back on the agreement today?

"Old buddy, I didn’t want to do this either," Director Zou said with a bitter smile, "but when someone does me a huge favor, how can I go back on my word?"

"Who did you a favor?" President Qi could not contain his anger, "You go back on your word, this is what truly is breaking one’s promise."

"Old buddy, as you know, my granddaughter has been ill for a long time, constantly in and out of the hospital, and in recent years her condition worsened to being bedridden," Director Zou shook his head, "I’ve said before, that for the person who could cure my granddaughter’s illness, what would it matter even if I had to give away all my property?"

President Qi’s eyebrows furrowed.

He was aware of Director Zou’s family situation, his granddaughter had contracted a disease years ago that had left her dependent on medication, several hospitals had declared her beyond help, advising to just make her comfortable.

"Zou Mingquan, for the sake of your granddaughter, are you willing to ruin Sheng Corporation?" President Qi became even more enraged, "Personal matters are personal; public matters are public, don’t you understand that?"

"Huaiqian secured cooperation with Pulling the Sky Company, which will be of great help to the future development of Sheng Corporation," Director Zou’s voice also became colder, "whether for personal reasons or public, my choice is not wrong."

Director Zou’s shareholding was a few percentage points higher than President Qi’s. Having chosen Sheng Huaiqian, there was no chance left for Sheng Ronghua.

Sheng Ronghua roared in dismay, "I disagree! Father will never agree to this!"

The expressions of the shareholders turned grim.

Although most of the authority had been transferred to the sons, the chairman of Sheng Corporation was still Patriarch Sheng for the time being.

They all knew that Patriarch Sheng favored his younger son, so...

"Gentlemen, what do you think would happen if I release the video of my third brother forcing me to sign a bet agreement on the internet?" Sheng Huaiqian spoke calmly and composedly.

Sheng Ronghua was incredulous, "Sheng Huaiqian, you despicable!"

"It takes one to know one," Sheng Huaiqian said with a faint smile, "I’m sorry, but from now on you’ll need to call me President Sheng. Just go to the office and remove all your belongings; otherwise, I’ll have the cleaning staff throw them out."

"You..."

Sheng Huaiqian ignored the infuriated Sheng Ronghua, "Today’s meeting is over; you may all leave."

As he left the office, his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Sheng Huaiqian was fully aware that displacing Sheng Ronghua from the position of general manager was just the first step and that a bigger battle awaited him.

**

In the evening, at the Fang Family residence.

After seeing Ye Wanlan being led in by Steward Fang, Director Zou stood up, "Miss Ye, I am extremely grateful to you for finding the medicine that saved my granddaughter’s life. I have also followed your instruction and chosen young master Huaiqian in this general manager election."

The doctors had said his granddaughter wouldn’t make it through the year.

As less than four months remained and despair was setting in, Ye Wanlan’s emergence saved him from utter hopelessness.

Ye Wanlan accepted his thanks with a smile and inquired, "Old Mr. Zou, you do know what should be said and what should not be mentioned, right?"

"Of course, I understand!" Director Zou replied, "I will never speak a word about your identity to anyone."

In life, integrity is most important.

Ye Wanlan nodded, her demeanor composed, "Director Zou can rest assured, Sheng Corporation has merely changed the person at the helm, but the company remains the same."

"Yes, yes, yes," Director Zou concurred, though he was trembling inside and couldn’t help but wipe the sweat from his forehead.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the legendary chairperson of Pulling the Sky Company was in fact Ye Wanlan, who had once caused storms of trouble in the Jiang Circle.

While the scions of several major families and the previous generation of heads and ladies still regarded Ye Wanlan as a substitute for Sheng Yunyi, a plaything for Zhou Hechen —

Little did they realize, she had already become the hunter, setting her sights on the entirety of the elite circle.

Director Zou also believed that if they hadn’t managed to replace Sheng Ronghua today, Ye Wanlan would have had plenty of other means to do so —

Even going as far as causing the complete collapse of Sheng Corporation.

With her capabilities and boldness, she was fully capable of doing just that.

After leaving the Fang residence, Director Zou took another deep breath, his heart still racing.

Jiangcheng was on the verge of upheaval!

The coming period would be fraught with turmoil and violence.

**

In the living room.

"Sister Lan, although Sheng Ronghua has been ousted, he probably won’t just let it go," Fang Qingli said, "He is bound to have something up his sleeve."

Madam Sheng was always quite cunning, and Sheng Ronghua, her direct descendant, naturally was no different.

"It’s still the same old saying—" Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "Meet the soldiers with a general, and stem the water with earth. Let’s see what kind of countermeasures he’ll have."

She was ready for it all.

"I’m just afraid he’ll resort to some despicable tactics, using underhanded schemes," Fang Qingli huffed, "That sister of his, Sheng Yunyi, with her sweet talk, has fooled a bunch of idiots into following her around."

Ye Wanlan’s tone was cold: "Then let him learn that in the face of absolute strength, all schemes are useless."

After finishing this sentence, a poem was also officially completed.

"This piece of calligraphy is for you." Ye Wanlan dried the ink on the rice paper, "What do you think, is it to your liking?"

"Of course it is!" Fang Qingli was delighted, "Cold Tendons with Bones, who wouldn’t like it?"

The original works of the Great Master of the Daning, Han Yunsheng, and the number one female poet, Fu Guang, could sell for sky-high prices.

And the piece Ye Wanlan had just written was already to the point where it could be mistaken for the real deal.

"I must have it framed and put it in my bedroom," Fang Qingli said clutching the piece affectionately, "Wait, before getting it framed, I have to show it off to my mom and dad; it would be a shame if such a piece ended up in the trash, right?"

She looked up to see Ye Wanlan gazing thoughtfully at the brush and ink.

"Sister Lan?"

"It’s nothing." Ye Wanlan came back to her senses and said softly, "It just reminded me of something from a long, long time ago."

Initially, when Han Yunsheng taught her calligraphy and painting, she had merely imitated his style. It was only later that she gradually developed her own.

During the repeating cycle of nine hundred and ninety-nine years, she had diligently practiced her calligraphy and painting.

If she were to get serious now, she might even be worthy of Han Yunsheng’s praise, right?

Unfortunately, time had been lost by three hundred years, and things and people had changed; her mentor didn’t even leave behind a complete corpse or a grave.

His bones had turned to dust.

These were the words used in the historical texts to describe Han Yunsheng’s death.

Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes drooped as her fingers clenched tightly, one by one, a surge of murderous intent rising in her heart like a stormy wave.

She took a few deep breaths to calm the murderous intent: "Qingli, I’m leaving now. Contact me if you need anything."

After sending Ye Wanlan off, Fang Qingli proudly displayed her new piece of calligraphy to the Patriarch Fang.

As expected, Patriarch Fang was astonished: "Did Miss Ye write this?"

"Yes," Fang Qingli said, "Sister Lan just wrote it off the cuff and gave it to me, otherwise it would have been such a waste if it ended up in the trash."

Patriarch Fang: "???"

This piece of calligraphy evidently had decades of skill behind it. How did it come to be something that might be thrown in the trash?

"Oh, dad, don’t get me wrong, that’s not my assessment," Fang Qingli explained. "It’s Sister Lan who said her teacher would slap her hands and throw the paper in the trash if he saw she had written like this."

"What?!" Patriarch Fang’s voice rose sharply, "Who is her teacher? This won’t do. I must have a word with her teacher. A genius should not be treated so harshly!"

Fang Qingli was also curious: "I’ll ask her about it later."

Ye Wanlan was proficient in many things, Fang Qingli was sure she hadn’t seen it all yet.

In the entire world, who would be qualified to be Ye Wanlan’s teacher?

Fang Qingli couldn’t think of anyone.

"This piece of calligraphy must be well-kept; it’s a family heirloom," Patriarch Fang said earnestly. "Daughter, how about letting dad keep it safe for you? How does that sound?"

"Dad, your intentions are written all over your face. Let me tell you, there’s no way," Fang Qingli hugged her calligraphy tightly, "If you dare to take it, I’ll tell mom to smack you."

Patriarch Fang was quite embarrassed but remained stubborn: "I’m just offering to hold onto it for you; it’s still yours."

"I’m not listening," Fang Qingli ran off straight away.

"This child," Patriarch Fang muttered somewhat gloomily, talking to himself, "Well, maybe I’ll find a way to ask Miss Ye to write another piece another day."

**

The sun had set and the bright moon hung high.

After nightfall, the streets and alleys were brightly lit.

The Xue Family had purchased a house in Jiangcheng especially for Xue Yiwei to live in, equipped with a nanny, driver, tutor, and so on.

Every now and then, Father Xue and Mother Xue would come to see her.

Just after getting off the plane, Mother Xue arrived with bags in tow to see Xue Yiwei.

"Yiwei, today your aunt mentioned one of your classmates," Mother Xue said after dinner, "She’s also from Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School, named Ye Wanlan. Do you know her?"

Xue Yiwei’s expression changed: "Why would my aunt suddenly bring up my classmate?"

"Your aunt is busy preparing for ’Treasures of The Divine Land’ program, right?" Mother Xue chattered on, "Their department places great importance on this program, and today they were selecting guests for each episode; they happened to come across your classmate, and asked if you’d like to join too, especially since your classmate—"

"Mom." Xue Yiwei interrupted her, "Tell my aunt to remove Ye Wanlan from the list; she has a terrible character, and wouldn’t want her to become a stain on the program."

Wanting to participate in the ’Treasures of The Divine Land’ program?

She, Xue Yiwei, would have to consent first!