Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 375 If you don’t explain properly, there’s no need to hold the big show【1 update】

Chapter 375: 375 If you don’t explain properly, there’s no need to hold the big show【1 update】

As the President of the World Bank and the eldest daughter of the Constans Family, combined with her "homebody" trait, Christine did not often appear in public.

Although everyone at the Global Center was familiar with her name, very few actually knew what she looked like.

Not to mention, it was Fang Qingli, Jiang Xulin, and Zhou Yixiang’s first time at the Global Center. They only felt that Christine’s name sounded somewhat familiar.

Christine took out three checks from her backpack and handed one each to Fang Qingli, Jiang Xulin, and Zhou Yixiang.

"What? Checks?" Jiang Xulin said casually, "I don’t need this; my money—"

His voice suddenly cut off, quite abruptly.

Because the check bore a nine-digit figure.

Jiang Xulin: "?"

Although he wasn’t short on cash and always considered money as dirt, he had never seen anyone spend a nine-digit sum with such ease.

"No, no, no, Miss Christine, you are Sister Lan’s friend, how can you give us checks?" Fang Qingli hurriedly waved her hands, "We have salaries, we really don’t need this."

Zhou Yixiang also stammered, "Yes, yes, it’s just too much."

"How much?" Christine adjusted her glasses, revealing a smile. "I think it’s alright."

She only needed to work a few hours for it.

"Wait! Hold on—" Fang Qingli suddenly shouted out loud, "Let me look it up online."

She quickly typed "Christine Constans" into the search box and hit enter.

Tens of millions of results popped up—

[Revealing the Youngest President of the World Bank!]

[The Sudden Visit to Shenzhou University by Christine!]

[The Heir of the Constans Family Has Arrived!]

[New Cooperation Between the World Bank and Wanguo Group? Click to See!]

[...]

Fang Qingli was blinded by the string of Global Center headlines.

She stared blankly at the platinum-blonde woman eating Delicious Crisp, wearing gold thread glasses, feeling her worldview had been uniquely challenged.

She had imagined the President of the World Bank to be someone in a business suit and leather shoes, decisively assertive.

Why did Christine seem more like the girl next door?

Jiang Xulin too saw the search results and couldn’t help but gasp.

Three hundred million was indeed just a casually filled number for the President of the World Bank.

In an instant, Jiang Xulin looked at Ye Wanlan with suspicion.

Just bringing the President of the World Bank up like this from outside, wasn’t it too rough and simplistic?

"Take it, just keep it," Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, "Thanks to Rich Sister for paying their bonuses for me."

"You’re welcome." Christine picked up another Delicious Crisp and after a moment of thought, added, "I like your Shenzhou’s snacks, send me some when you go back."

"No problem." Ye Wanlan snapped her fingers, "As many trucks as you want."

"La, Sister Lan..." Fang Qingli was still in a daze, "You, you didn’t say that the online friend you were meeting was, was..."

Many nobles at Global Center would need to book a year in advance to see Christine.

But Sister Lan brought her over directly!

"When I first knew her, it wasn’t like this." Christine finished a whole bag of Delicious Crisp. "In private, there’s no need to remember my external identity."

If it weren’t necessary for power, she would not have scrambled to be the President of the World Bank.

But power was indeed a wonderful thing, not only protecting her but also preventing those who once bullied and insulted her from offending.

Jiang Xulin silently put away the check, planning to share half of it with Jiang Zhengxue.

"By the way, we have the clothes back," Ye Wanlan nodded. "Since that’s the case, my backup plan is not needed anymore."

She opened the box, and the three pieces of Kesi Silk were undamaged.

Jiang Xulin’s anxious heart finally settled: "Good, they weren’t actually destroyed."

Kesi Silk was indeed very valuable, but compared to money, the artisans’ dedication was most significant.

"It seems like the organizers and the arsonists are indeed not the same," Fang Qingli frowned. "They just called again to say they can only send us the ashes of the clothes."

"Even though they are not the same, abetting and condoning are also acts of perpetrators," Ye Wanlan smiled faintly. "Since they are so sure the clothes are destroyed, then perfect, we can claim more compensation."

"Understood," Fang Qingli sneered. "They bully us as soon as we arrive, really think we’re pushovers."

Jiang Xulin leaned on the sofa: "Coincidentally, they indeed think so. We need to secure the compensation today; otherwise, they’ll realize they were tricked when they see the clothes intact tomorrow."

"I’ll handle it," Christine said softly. "I really liked your company’s designs; I would be very sad if such beautiful clothes were destroyed."

But her sadness didn’t matter—it was just a matter of deploying some finances.

Fang Qingli was taken aback: "Miss Christine..."

Christine smiled slightly: "Don’t worry, very professional people will handle it."

Without proper explanation, there wouldn’t be future major shows at Global Center.

She took out her phone, gave orders to her confidant, nodded and said, "Such beautiful times are better spent eating snacks and watching movies."

Jiang Xulin: "..."

Such hobbies really resembled his devilish little sister.

Fang Qingli and the others left to deal with the situation.

Only Ye Wanlan and Christine were left in the living room.

Ye Wanlan suddenly asked, "Recently, have you seen Estelle?"

"Estelle?" Christine pondered for a moment, then slowly shook her head, "You didn’t mention it, and I almost forgot; it’s been at least half a year since I last saw her. Maybe she’s been dispatched on a mission by Wanguo Group."

Wanguo Group was involved in a vast array of fields, with businesses spread globally and deep cooperation with the World Bank.

As Wanguo Group’s CTO, Estelle Rubinstein had countless responsibilities.

Probably a big deal led Wanguo Group to send her personally.

"Hmm, she hasn’t spoken in the group for a long time either." Ye Wanlan frowned, "I have a bad feeling."

Christine’s brows furrowed too: "I’ll ask around, but Wanguo Group has many secrets, they won’t easily divulge anything to outsiders."

"You rest first," Ye Wanlan stood up. "You were scared today and also joined me for some car racing; rest assured, it’s very safe here."

After making sure Christine was settled, she left the room.

"Xiao Wan." A knock came, "Are you back?"

Ye Wanlan opened the door, and Yan Tingfeng stood outside, holding a delicate pastry gift box.

"Young Master Yan’s timing is not quite fortunate. A certain President of the World Bank just went to sleep," Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow. "Otherwise, I would have introduced you just now."

Yan Tingfeng also raised an eyebrow, smiling, "The timing is very good since you are here."

He set down the pastries: "I just didn’t expect that Xiao Wan would know such an important figure."

"I used to like browsing various forums and social platforms online, making more connections and gaining new knowledge," Ye Wanlan asked. "Do you remember a social platform called ’Zeroing’?"

The Zeroing Community was established at the beginning of the 21st century, right when the internet began to blossom.

Ten years ago, she registered her first account and entered the Zeroing Community, meeting people including Christine and later creating a chat group.

"Of course," Yan Tingfeng coughed slightly. "But five years ago, all the servers of the Zeroing Community were shut down, and all its posts were meticulously wiped clean."

Ye Wanlan nodded: "Some say Zeroing Community was closed down forcefully because it leaked too many world secrets."

The sudden closure of Zeroing Community was indeed too abrupt.

Luckily, she had formed a group a few months before it closed, preventing her from losing touch with Christine and the others.

"Who knows?" Yan Tingfeng half-closed his eyes, speaking lightly, "Perhaps that’s the reason. Indeed, Zeroing Community contained quite a few genuine secrets that must have touched many people’s interests."

He had been part of Zeroing Community since its early days.

The community had all sorts of characters, genuine Taoists as well as charlatans.

But overnight, the servers were shut down, severing many connections.

These past years, Ye Wanlan had also wondered who created Zeroing Community and who had the power to shut it down so completely in such a short time.

But even after regaining control of her body and investigating for so long, she still hadn’t found out.

Yan Tingfeng could see her thoughts, smiled slightly: "If Xiao Wan wants to know, I’ll continue investigating."

**

At that moment, elsewhere, at the fashion show organizers.

"How are things at Pulling the Sky?" the Chairman asked. "Only ashes of the clothes are left after the sudden fire; we couldn’t do anything about it."

"They are very angry and don’t accept this explanation," the secretary replied respectfully. "Both overtly and covertly, they are thinking of asking us for compensation."

"Compensation?" the Chairman scoffed. "They really think they are some big brand. They failed to protect their own clothes and yet expect us to compensate them, do they deserve it?"