PFC Chapter 2466 - 1556: Circuit Breaker
Chapter 2466 - 1556: Circuit Breaker
Zhang Zhongquan smoked while speaking, unsure whether he was comforting his wife or himself.
"Hmm!"
Mai Encui responded, then inadvertently added, "What if they really win the lawsuit?"
Zhang Zhongquan paused in his smoking.
"Win? How can they win? There’s no case like that in the whole country! A twenty-something Huang Mao girl thinks that just because she went to a good university, became a lawyer, and knows a few people, she can arm wrestle with capitalist enterprises? Naive!"
"But with so many people suing together, and Green Land indeed failed to fulfill on schedule..."
"No buts!"
Zhang Zhongquan’s eyes glinted, staring at the unopened TV, speaking with conviction, "Their lawyer does understand the law, but remember, it’s crucial whose hands the power to interpret the law lies in!"
Mai Encui nodded, half understanding.
"You haven’t eaten, have you? There’s still food, I’ll go heat it up."
Zhang Zhongquan sat alone on the sofa, silently smoking one puff after another, thinking about Green Land’s glory and power in Sha City, unconsciously straightening his chest.
He wanted to see.
Who was the real clown!
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"Old Min and the principal want to invite you to give a speech to all the students and teachers at the school."
"A speech about what? A speech that I’m a frequent guest of the Politics and Education Department’s office?"
Jiang Chen put down a bottle of mineral water.
Even though he always ate at someone’s else’s place, the basic necessities of life were still in place.
He even bought several packs of instant noodles to prevent hunger at night and put them in the fridge.
"You should go, you’re more suitable, a better role model for the students."
Jiang Chen sat on his family’s old wooden sofa. Before Qing Gege could speak, he took the initiative, "Truthful words, truer than gold."
He smiled warmly amidst the initial nightfall.
"According to the normal fate line, your life’s path holds more learning and reference significance. You are destined to become excellent, outstanding, and extraordinary, while I..."
Jiang Chen shook his head.
Fang Qing unscrewed the bottle cap and took a small sip like a lady, "You’re saying you’re the exception in probability theory?"
Jiang Chen snapped his fingers, "You could say that."
Fang Qing held the water bottle, "Excessive humility is arrogance."
"I’m humble?"
Jiang Chen laughed heartily, "I’m obviously shameless."
"Two different things."
Fang Qing said succinctly.
"I talked to Fu Zili, he’s quite interested. He used to work in the construction industry too, so it’s a good match."
Jiang Chen shifted the topic, although it was just seven o’clock, continuing to chat about personal topics would inevitably lead to a bit of ambiguity.
"There are a few stray dogs in the compound, when are you going to turn them into police dogs?"
"..."
Jiang Chen chuckled silently, "Not pleasant to hear, huh."
Though not pleasant to hear, someone’s nepotism was an undeniable fact.
Look at the people around him.
Which one hadn’t benefited from his grand way?
Even his indifferent uncle Zhang Zhongquan, he bore no grudges, although the other party ultimately didn’t accept.
"Don’t they say the first sword upon coming ashore is to cut down one’s beloved?"
Jiang Chen looked over suddenly, only to see Qing Gege sipping water, smiling slyly.
He was about to speak.
"Bang."
The lights went out.
As if a barrier shattered, the outside darkness immediately intruded, and it was even darker than outside.
"Don’t panic."
Jiang Chen immediately said, yet Qing Gege didn’t show any panic, sitting calmly on the sofa.
Completely self-absorbed.
Jiang Chen then got up, walked to the window, looked outside, and found the compound’s lights were on normally.
"It should be the new heater’s power is too high, causing a trip. I’ll go check."
The main switch was outside, beneath the corridor.
Jiang Chen walked out, turned on his phone’s flashlight. This small matter didn’t trouble Uncle Fang who’s probably watching TV. He went downstairs, reached the electric box, and looked up.
Correct judgment.
It indeed tripped.
But the height was a bit high, couldn’t reach.
"Bring a stool."
He shouted to Qing Mei who followed him out to check.
Fang Qing returned indoors, and after a while, brought out a disposable plastic stool, but because there was paint on the stairs, coupled with holding the stool restricting vision, she accidentally slipped on the stairs with a "bang" sound.
Jiang Chen caught this in his peripheral vision, immediately turned his head, then rushed up the stairs briskly, hurriedly helping Fang Qing who was sitting on the ground.
"Are you alright?"
Fang Qing frowned, the stool landed on one side of the wall, she leaned on the railing, raised a hand to touch the back of her head.
Jiang Chen was startled, quickly freed one hand to join the touch.
Fortunately.
Only the smooth texture of hair was felt, without any sticky liquid sensation.
"Did your head hit?"
Fang Qing said nothing.
"Does it hurt? Should we go to the hospital?"
In the dark corridor, Jiang Chen stared intently, striving to observe her reaction. This concern couldn’t be faked.
Fang Qing finally spoke.
"...Who are you?"
Jiang Chen froze, a cliché Mary Sue melodramatic TV drama scene uncontrollably flashed through his mind, and he felt like falling into an ice cellar. Without thinking, he began to dial the ambulance.
"Pfft."
A familiar yet unfamiliar laugh rang out, shimmering with a mischievousness through time.
"Move aside."
Fang Qing intended to get up by herself.
Jiang Chen quickly reacted, realizing he was once again teased.
But he wasn’t angry.
A false alarm is one of life’s blessings.
"Don’t move yet."
Supporting the stair railing composed of long iron strips, if she hit the sharp part at the transition, it could cause severe consequences. Jiang Chen disregarded polite interaction between genders, picked Qing Mei up at the waist, quickly heading upstairs. In his urgency, he didn’t notice the "tear" sound made by something ripping.
They returned indoors.
Someone still had sense, without recklessly alarming the two elders, placed the still lightweight Qing Mei on the sofa, then finally freed a hand to grab his phone.
"I was just teasing you."
Fang Qing was unable to keep her eyes open due to the flashlight’s glare, raised her hand to block it.
"It’s not up to you to say you’re okay."
Jiang Chen’s expression was serious, too focused to attend to the switch, holding his phone as he moved behind Fang Qing, "Let me check."
Fang Qing couldn’t resist, had to obey.
"Sit forward a bit."
Jiang Chen ordered while adjusting her hair.
The silent shift in the dark environment alters people’s psychology. If it were normal, Fang Qing would ignore him, but now she submissively complied, gripping the sofa, shifting forward a little.
A man’s head and a woman’s waist are untouchable by outsiders, fortunately, Fang Qing is female.
Under the bright flashlight’s light upon a second confirmation, her beautiful nape indeed lacked any wounds, not a speck of dirt could be seen, it was clear she hadn’t hit it.
Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
"Did anywhere else hit?"
If the head wasn’t hit, there should be no severe issues. The flashlight’s beam became less focused than before, scanning her flexible and erect back.
"My rear hit, want to check it?"
Fang Qing seemed helpless against someone’s fussiness.
"Forget the rear, plenty of padding, won’t hurt."
What a statement.
Not everyone’s rear has plenty of padding.
—Why did he "presume" Qing Gege’s child was a daughter?
Isn’t it because.
Qing Gege’s rear was not particularly "outstanding," at best considered moderate.
Now settled down, Jiang Chen was about to leave when suddenly, his gaze froze.
He saw Qing Gege’s Simple woven cardigan on her back had split open at some point, and the location was... quite tricky.
Off-white.
Double-breasted design.
Good anti-wolf functionality.
Hard to undo with one hand.
Jiang Chen’s expression shifted, opened his mouth but didn’t utter a sound.
Noticing it was quiet behind her, Fang Qing turned back in doubt.
"What’s wrong?"
Error in flashlight placement.
Jiang Chen promptly turned, decisively headed to the door without giving her a chance to study his expression.
"I’m going to turn the switch back on."