Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 370 World Bank, unlimited Black Gold Card! [2 more updates]

Chapter 370: 370 World Bank, unlimited Black Gold Card! [2 more updates]

In her previous life, she had hosted guests from the Northern Lands and other regions, treating them with great respect to show her honor.

Fang Qingli’s eyes brightened, "Are they the foreign aids Sister Lan found online before?"

Just how many mysterious online friends Ye Wanlan had remained a mystery.

But one thing was undeniable—

Each of Ye Wanlan’s online friends possessed diverse heaven-reaching abilities.

Being able to book all the global advertising screens was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

"Hmm," Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows, "they all work at the Global Center; it’s my first time here, so it’s good to meet them."

Fang Qingli nodded, "Sister Lan, you can meet your online friends with confidence, I’ll continue to follow up on the fashion show."

"Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon." Ye Wanlan patted her shoulder, "For such a big event, I wouldn’t let you face it alone."

Her eyelashes drooped, her pupils cold.

She had a premonition that the risks this time would be immense.

Even if the three top luxury brands and the groups behind them did not fully suppress Pulling the Sky Company, that group hidden in the shadows would definitely try to blockade them completely.

But she wouldn’t let these people get their way.

She also wanted to see just how much of a storm the Global Center could really stir up.

Ye Wanlan put on her mask and hat again, covering her face, and pushed the door to leave.

"Miss Ye!" Seeing her come out, Bing He hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully handed her a card, "This is from Sir, this card is globally accepted, Sir has urgent matters, if you need anything, just call him."

"Let him be busy, I won’t disturb him," Ye Wanlan contemplated for a moment but still took the card, "Thank you."

"Sir said, Miss Ye, you can use it freely," Bing He suddenly blurted out, "The limit of this card is like Sir’s love for you, both are unlimited!"

Tie Ma: "..."

He silently stepped back.

He really did not want to admit that this tastelessly spoken person was his colleague and partner.

"Oh? Unlimited limit?" Ye Wanlan’s eyebrows raised, and her gaze didn’t change at all.

She flipped the black gold card over, and indeed saw the classic symbol of the World Bank—

A towering tree, lush and expansive.

Even though it was a World Bank card, not every card had an unlimited limit.

Those who had an unlimited limit Black Gold Card from the World Bank, although not few enough to count on one’s fingers, were all well-known figures.

Ye Wanlan put away the Black Gold Card and nodded slightly in acknowledgment, "Remember to remind him to take his medicine on time."

"Under Miss Ye’s command!" Bing He was very attentive, "Sir has also prepared the vehicles for you, do you prefer the motorcycle or the car?"

Outside, there indeed stood a pure black motorcycle and a red sports car.

Ye Wanlan, a lover of cars, could identify the brands of the two vehicles at a glance—

Both were newly released models, globally limited.

"The motorcycle," Ye Wanlan picked up the helmet and sighed lightly, "This red car looks nice, but I am afraid it would come back as a pile of scrap."

Bing He: "..."

Tie Ma: "..."

Both recalled the fear ruled by Ye Wanlan’s driving skills that day.

Ye Wanlan skillfully climbed onto the motorcycle, started it, and sped away.

Watching the figure disappear in the blink of an eye, even though Bing He wasn’t in the car, he still felt a surge of adrenaline.

Such driving skills could only be endured by their Young Master.

Bing He proudly said, "Tietie, how was my performance just now? I wasn’t wrong, right? You see, Miss Ye seemed in a good mood too."

Tie Ma looked at him disdainfully and lazily threw out a word, "Tacky."

"What do you know?" Bing He snorted coldly, "If it’s tacky to the extreme, it’s fashionable. I was just speaking what the Young Master wanted to say."

Tie Ma didn’t answer, but took out his phone and began to openly tattle to Yan Tingfeng.

[Young Master]: You did well, we will issue you an extra year-end bonus.

Tie Ma: "???"

He looked confusedly at the reply, then at Bing He, and began to fall silent.

Does he have to learn to speak this tacky language too?

For the bonus, he’s willing to try!

**

At this moment, at the main city of the Global Center.

This was an extremely tall tower, reaching for the heavens, its top invisible at a glance.

This was the most iconic place of the Global Center— the Heaven-reaching Tower.

This tower was built three hundred years ago, its name and symbolism wanting to pierce the heavens.

Within a certain level of the Heaven-reaching Tower, there was a large circular conference room.

The conference room had a long table, flanked by formally dressed men and women of different races, mostly elderly.

"The people of Extreme Path really are getting out of hand!" a middle-aged man bashed the table and roared, "Can’t we kick them out of the Global Center? If this continues, they will become increasingly arrogant!"

Just earlier, he had received news that Extreme Path had caused quite a stir again, starting a brawl with other organizations in the main city.

"Alfman, this is a general meeting, please mind your image," a woman spoke faintly, "I can’t stand people yelling and screaming, it exacerbates my recent headaches."

The enraged middle-aged man immediately took his seat like someone doused his fire, "I apologize, Miss Kristin, I was too impulsive, but the people of Extreme Path really are excessively offensive, they are no longer satisfied with just acting willfully outside the main city!"

Kristin slowly raised her head, "If it’s just such small matters, there’s no need to mention them at the general meeting."

The Global Center’s general meeting was attended only by the top echelons of each force.

Kristin Constans wasn’t just the President of the World Bank, but also the young lady of the Constans Family.

Even though she was only in her twenties this year, her authority was higher than many others at the long table, whose average age was around sixty or seventy.

Her statement also represented the standpoint of both the World Bank and the Constans Family’s forces.

The middle-aged man wanted to say more, but seeing that Kristin was speaking, he had to forcefully suppress it.

"Extreme Path has always been like this. If the Global Center has a Peace Faction, naturally, there should also be a Combat Faction," an old lady holding prayer beads spoke blandly, "Without Extreme Path to balance, it would actually be unfavorable."

"The only major event left is the fashion show," an old man shook a bell and spoke slowly, "This year is almost over; I hope everyone will avoid causing any more trouble. Let’s welcome the new year smoothly."

Hearing this, the expressions of those at the long table turned solemn.

The next year was crucial for the Global Center.

Not just that Shenzhou University had changed its admission methods, but also entities like the International Strategic Studies Institute, World Cultural Heritage Center, Wanguo Group, and several other major forces had new plans and targets.

"Okay, this meeting is adjourned, we are dismissed," the person at the end of the table finally spoke, "Kristin, stay behind."

"No time." Kristin stood up, very coldly, "I’m busy, find someone else."

The middle-aged man who spoke earlier couldn’t help but pull out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Miss Kristin was even bolder than the rumors suggested, openly refusing the orders of this senior, truly arrogant.

The person paused for a moment, "Then, next time."

Kristin nodded her head, left the meeting room.

A young deacon promptly came forward, respectfully offering her coat, "Miss, where to next?"

"Rest today, you don’t have to follow me," Kristin casually took the coat, draping it over her shoulders, "I’m going to meet a friend I’ve known for many years but have yet to meet in person."

"A friend?" the young deacon was taken aback, very surprised by this response.

Miss Kristin usually did as she pleased, and her actions were extremely capricious.

Her outward appearance seemed calm and graceful, yet her temperament was quite peculiar, rarely accepting others genuinely.

Her upbringing in the Constans Family molded Kristin’s very detached demeanor.

The young deacon quickly reacted, bending down slightly, "Shall I prepare a gift for your friend?"

"Calling them a friend isn’t quite accurate," Kristin smiled, "To describe our relationship with the word ’friend’ is too superficial, in the words of the People of Shenzhou, they should be called ’close confidant.’"

The young deacon’s expression turned serious.

Chinese was a compulsory subject at Shenzhou University, and he, of course, understood the meaning of this ancient Shenzhou word.

Just who could be worthy of being called a "close confidant" by Miss Kristin?

Kristin took out her phone, opened a private chat.

[World’s Richest]: I’ve finished my work, I’ll come to you.