Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 376 Another Black Gold Card! Slap in the Face [2 more updates]

Chapter 376: 376 Another Black Gold Card! Slap in the Face [2 more updates]

If it weren’t for MN Group delivering the invitation to Pulling the Sky Company, Pulling the Sky Company would have had to struggle for at least another ten years to establish itself in the international fashion industry.

Having given Pulling the Sky Company the opportunity to participate in the grand show, what more could they desire?

Besides, given how miraculous Shenzhou’s ancient weaving techniques are, why didn’t they have fire and water-proofing processes?

There were nearly a thousand brands participating in this fashion show besides those from the Global Center, with most originating from the Starman Federal Empire.

Shenzhou should be content that one of its brands could squeeze into the fashion show.

"Of course, there won’t be any compensation for them." The secretary laughed as well, "On the contrary, they should take some time to reflect on why only their delivered garments were affected."

The truth about the fire was indeed known to the organizers, and it would naturally lead to the culprit, but there was really no need for them to protect a small company like Pulling the Sky.

"That’s exactly the point," the chairman said calmly, "Have someone send back the ashes of the clothes, and if they still insist on arguing unfairly, then they might as well not participate in tomorrow’s show."

The secretary bowed, "Yes, I will follow your order."

After leaving the office, the secretary shook his head.

Pulling the Sky Company’s misfortune lay in not having a powerful backer or support, and even if they felt aggrieved, they could only swallow the bitter pill.

**

Christine slept until nine in the evening, having had a really good rest.

After stretching, she got out of bed, freshened up, and started to handle her official duties.

She turned on her phone and dialed a video call.

A virtual 3D projection of a young deacon appeared before her.

"Miss Kristin, only two people knew you were going to the Heaven-reaching Tower for the highest meeting today." The young deacon spoke with a serious expression. "One is your father, and the other is your half-brother."

"Oh?" Kristin’s expression didn’t show surprise, "If it’s those two, then it makes no difference who did it."

The young deacon seemed troubled, "The old men in the family are still too traditional, protected by them, it might be difficult for you to act."

The Konstantin family had connections not only with the World Bank but were also involved in other fields; their internal complexity was far more complicated than the Yun Jing Xiang Family.

"Understood," Kristin said casually, "then cancel their cards. The Global Center isn’t limited to the World Bank; I’m sure they also have deposits with other banks."

The young deacon understood, "Got it."

"Has the fashion show matter been taken care of?" Kristin asked.

"I apologize, I’m en route," the young deacon expressed regret, "I spent a lot of time dealing with the attack on you during the day."

"Just make sure it’s done by tomorrow morning," Kristin remarked, nodding, "Once this is done, take a couple of days off. Working too hard isn’t good."

The young deacon smiled, "Serving Miss Kristin is my honor."

With a "beep," the call ended, and the virtual projection disappeared.

Kristin stepped out of her room and was greeted by an enticing aroma of food.

"Awake?" Ye Wanlan waved at her, "Come sit down and eat something."

"Right," Kristin said as she pulled a black gold-colored card from her wallet, "This is for you, an unlimited credit card, swipe as much as you like. If it’s not enough, I’ll keep earning more."

At that moment, Fang Qingli thought the World Bank president, who had an "otaku" attribute, looked very much like an overbearing CEO described in novels.

Her eyes sparkled, "Miss Kristin, you’re so cool!"

Ye Wanlan received the black Gold card and took out another.

The two cards looked identical except for a row of hot-gold numbers on the back.

One was 007, and the other was 180.

"You already have one?" Kristin was surprised, blurting out, "This card—"

She stared at the number on the black Gold card Yan Tingfeng had given to Ye Wanlan and slightly furrowed her brow.

Ye Wanlan asked, "Does the number on the card mean something?"

"It does," Kristin replied slowly, "The smaller the number, the earlier the card was registered. Single-digit numbered cards were registered in the early 21st century when I was just born."

Hence, this black Gold card numbered 007 was issued by a president of the World Bank in the early 20th century.

Such a black Gold card, once issued, is valid for life.

"That early?" Ye Wanlan pondered, "It seems it was passed down by my ancestors, better for me to return it."

"Who gave it to you?" Kristin was somewhat annoyed.

Right now, only she and another deputy president could sign such black Gold cards, and she thought the gift she prepared for Ye Wanlan was unique.

"My patient." Ye Wanlan slightly raised her eyebrows, "A really nice person, and sometimes quite cute."

Kristin grew even more displeased: "I want to fight him."

Ye Wanlan added, "Also the only one who doesn’t feel any discomfort sitting in my car and actually enjoys it."

Kristin: "?"

Three seconds later, Kristin slowly asked, "Are you sure the one you’re describing this way is a human?"

To withstand Ye Wanlan’s horrific driving skills, what kind of physical and mental strength would that require?

"He is human, but indeed has quite a serious health issue." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "Let’s first cure your motion sickness."

She took a long case from her backpack, choosing three golden needles and two silver needles.

Kristin was curious, "Is this Shenzhou acupuncture? I’ve indeed never tried such a treatment before."

But Ye Wanlan’s medical skills were truly miraculous, a few needles down, and she actually felt much lighter.

Normally, she would need a full day to recover from motion sickness.

"All done," Ye Wanlan tidied the last needle away," The rest you just need to take medicine, a seven-day course of treatment, three courses in total and I guarantee you’ll never feel sick even in my car."

Kristin expressionlessly replied, "Riding in your car, I’m less concerned about getting dizzy and more worried about my life."

"How could I possibly let something happen to you?" Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, speaking calmly, "Sit back and relax, I am here, your life is safe."

Although she said it in a teasing tone, it indeed brought a strong sense of security.

"Ding-a-ling—"

The phone rang, Fang Qingli answered, "It’s Sister Lan, it’s a call from the fashion show’s organizers."

Ye Wanlan nodded, "Put it on speaker."

"Hello, Miss Fang, the ashes of the clothes have been packed in a box. We intended to send them back to you, but considering you will arrive at the show tomorrow," the secretary said, "It seems wasteful to spend that manpower, so when you arrive at the show tomorrow, just take them with you."

Fang Qingli cried out indignantly, "Don’t be too excessive!"

"Miss Fang, I understand your feelings," the secretary replied politely yet distantly, "but there’s really no other choice. Instead of spending time angry here, why not think about the spectacular performance Pulling the Sky Company will bring to the runway tomorrow?"

Every word was a taunt.

Ye Wanlan, however, did not get angry but merely smiled, "Certainly, it will be the center of attention."

The secretary, sensing a change in voice, was momentarily stunned, then scoffed as he spoke, "Given your company’s confidence, we too would like to see what kind of attention-grabbing performance it will be."

He hung up the phone and went to report back to the chairman.

At that time, the young deacon also arrived at the organizer’s building.

He was very polite, "Miss Kristin asked me to take care of a few things."

"Please, have a seat!" exclaimed the chairman, overwhelmed, "If Miss Kristin needs anything, she could just instruct over the phone, she needn’t have you run here."

The chairman hadn’t seen Kristin in person, but he recognized her confidant.

But it was so late, with the show opening tomorrow, what could be so urgent?

He gave a sign to his secretary, who hurried to pour water.

"Don’t be so nervous," the young deacon said coolly, "Miss Kristin heard about the fire at the show and that some clothes were destroyed. She specifically ordered me to come and see."

"A minor issue, a trivial matter," the chairman hastened to say, "We have already resolved it. The destroyed clothes belonged to a small company, it won’t affect the grand show. Please tell Miss Kristin not to worry."

"Miss Kristin is very fond of Shenzhou Pul...