Chapter 165: Drive Out of the Lin Family! Sister Lan's Powerful Connections [1 More

Chapter 165: Get out of the Lin Family! Sister Lan's Strong Connections [1 update]

The closer the syringe got to the girl's skin, the more Mrs. Lin's hands shook.

In addition to excitement, she was more afraid. After all, Ye Wanlan...

Until the tip of the needle was about to pierce the girl's skin, Mrs. Lin's wrist was suddenly held, unable to move forward even a little bit.

At the same time, a light and calm voice sounded in her ears: "Second Aunt, what are you looking for on me?"

"Bang!"

Mrs. Lin's scalp exploded in an instant!

She almost subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, but the hand holding her was so strong that she couldn't even escape.

"Snap."

The bedroom light also lit up at this moment, illuminating the surroundings.

Ye Wanlan was still holding Mrs. Lin's hand tightly, and his fingers just gently circled around the wrist bone, and Mrs. Lin couldn't help but scream in pain.

With a "click", the syringe in her hand also fell to the ground.

"You, you are not..." Mrs. Lin was extremely panicked at this moment and couldn't calm down at all.

She saw Ye Wanlan drink the glass of milk with her own eyes, how could this happen?

"I am not what?" Ye Wanlan did not let go of her hand, his voice was still faint, "Didn't I drink the milk you sent and take the sleeping pills in it? I should be sleeping soundly at this time, how could I wake up?"

These words fell on Mrs. Lin's ears like thunder, she couldn't even stand steadily.

Ye Wanlan actually... knew everything? !

Then wouldn't the action she carefully planned for so long be exposed like a clown?

Mrs. Lin's face was pale, her lips trembling: "You... I..."

"Second Aunt, maybe you feel that the old house is too safe, so you choose to chat with Second Uncle in the garden." Ye Wanlan looked at her, "How can you be so sure that the place where you are standing is a blind spot for surveillance?"

"Hui Yingfang!" At the same time, Lin Weilan's majestic and cold voice sounded, "You don't sleep at three o'clock in the morning and come to A Lan's room. What do you want to do?"

Mrs. Lin's body trembled again, and her face turned pale.

Damn, how come even the old lady was alarmed!

Seeing that things were not going well, Lin Qingwen hurriedly caught up with him: "Mom, Mom, listen to me, today's incident..."

"Qingwen has been thinking about splitting up for a long time, and it just so happens that I am old and don't have the energy to take care of so many of you." Lin Weilan looked indifferent and waved her hand to stop him from saying, "Pack up your things during the day and live in the house in the east of the city. I will also transfer the two companies under your control to you."

Lin Qingwen's expression also changed drastically in an instant: "Mom! I have never thought about it, please understand!"

He thought about splitting up, but the meaning of taking the initiative to split up and being driven out is completely different.

The turnover of the two companies under his command is extremely low, and the profits have been negative for several quarters. He has no talent in running a company. He has been able to live such a comfortable life in these years because of Lin Weilan's care.

The last time he took the risk and signed a big order with the other party in exchange for Shen Ningcao, he also wanted to prove his strength. Even without Lin Weilan, he can still achieve great things.

But the facts proved that he almost lost the entire Lin family.

"Have you ever thought about it? I know it in my heart." Lin Weilan had no mercy. "If we split up now, you can still get two companies. After I die, my things will only be inherited by your sister. You don't want anything."

Lin Qingwen opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"As for you--" Lin Weilan finally looked at Mrs. Lin who was shaking constantly again, "I will hand over the surveillance video to the police."

Ye Wanlan's hand loosened, and Mrs. Lin collapsed to the ground.

Lin Weilan's eyes were cold: "Alan still needs to rest, why don't you take your wife away quickly?"

Lin Qingwen didn't dare to go against her opinion at all, so he had to help Mrs. Lin out.

"These two beasts!" Even Lin Weilan was so angry that she trembled all over, "They actually colluded with Bai Jingxue to harm you."

"Grandma, don't be angry, I'm not injured." Ye Wanlan comforted her, "It's too late at this time, you'd better rest first."

"Alas, Alan, you have to be well, you must wait for your father..." Lin Weilan's expression was a little older, she shook her head, slowly turned and left.

The door closed, and the next second, another figure appeared from the window.

"She wants to take your blood." Yan Tingfeng's voice was cold, "If it is sold to some organizations specializing in human genes, the consequences will be disastrous."

Not to mention now, even three hundred years ago, there were such evil forces in the martial arts world-

collecting the blood of Jianghu masters to develop targeted poisons and so on.

"Why bleed rivers when you can do it without bloodshed." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "The scene of dog biting dog is much more beautiful than blood."

She is good at killing skills, and she is even better at attacking the mind.

Often, psychological warfare can kill people invisibly from a distance.

"Miss Ye has a point. Maybe I..." He did not finish the rest of the sentence and fell silent.

In order to become the supreme master of the martial arts world, his hands were stained with too much blood, and he habitually used violence to solve all problems.

He collected his thoughts and handed over a box.

Ye Wanlan looked at him: "What is this?"

"Birthday present." Yan Tingfeng winked gently, "I originally wanted to secretly put it on your desk, so that you can see it after you wake up, as a surprise. I didn't expect such a thing to happen tonight, so I'll give it to Miss Ye in person."

"The sound of the flute is already a very good birthday present." Ye Wanlan took the box, "Thank you, I like it very much."

The heart seemed to be knocked open by something, and it shook gently.

Yan Tingfeng's eyelashes drooped, and he smiled gently: "I like it. It's time to rest. Good night, Miss Ye."

His figure disappeared from the window again, just as quietly as when he came.

The breeze passed by my ears, and I had no dreams all night.

Before seven o'clock in the morning, the biological clock woke Ye Wanlan up on time.

After washing and eating breakfast, she rode a bicycle to Jiangcheng Art Association.

Yesterday, President Tao and her made an appointment to discuss some important matters about the international painting competition today.

The assistant came to pick her up and led her into the room: "Miss Ye, please wait a moment. The president is currently--"

Before she finished her words, she was interrupted by a roar from the office.

"Tao Ruhua, do you know how important this cooperation is? Ah?!" The old man slammed the table, extremely angry, "Do you think you can rest easy now that you have become the president of the Jiangcheng Art Association? I'm putting this here. If you can't get an A-level exhibition this time, you can't do this as the president anymore!"

He slammed the door angrily and left without even looking at Ye Wanlan who was standing beside him.

In the room, President Tao was left alone with porcelain fragments on the ground, looking very lonely.

Ye Wanlan tilted his head, his expression indifferent: "What happened?"

"It is the requirement of the General Association, requiring the president to obtain an A-level exhibition at the Global Center." The assistant whispered, "Yesterday the president and Mr. El parted unhappily, and now the cooperation is over, and I am afraid there will be no A-level exhibition."

The art exhibition at the Global Center is divided into five levels - S, A, B, C and D, with S being the highest and D being the lowest.

But even for a D-level exhibition, the threshold is not accessible to everyone.

At the very least, the exhibitors are required to have won international art competitions or have a special person to recommend them.

The art exhibition is managed by the Art Sub-Center under the World Intangible Cultural Heritage Center, and exhibitions below A-level can be approved by the Art Sub-Center.

But A-level and S-level must be reviewed and determined by the World Intangible Cultural Heritage Center, which is extremely difficult.

"The two foreigners last time came from the World Intangible Cultural Heritage Center? Jiangcheng Art Association wants to cooperate with them?" Ye Wanlan asked thoughtfully.

The assistant sighed: "That's right. Before Miss Ye came, they had actually talked with the president for a while. But no matter how they pretended, they looked down on our Chinese paintings. Even if you didn't come suddenly, the president would never cooperate with them."

President Tao squatted down and prepared to pick up the debris on the ground.

One hand held him down.

Seeing that it was Ye Wanlan, President Tao was stunned at first, then shook his head: "Wanlan, I have something else to do today, I'm afraid I can't entertain you, Xiao Chen, take Wanlan around."

If the A-level exhibition is not resolved, his heart will not be at peace.

But he also knows that without the approval of the senior staff of the World Intangible Cultural Center, he has no right to get the A-level exhibition.

He doesn't care about the position of president, but he is afraid that the person sitting in this position is not thinking about Shenzhou art.

"President, the A-level exhibition is very simple. Don't panic or rush." ​​Ye Wanlan also squatted down, looking him in the eye, "You are right not to cooperate with people who look down on our Chinese paintings. Feeling guilty about it will hurt your body."

"Simple?" President Tao still shook his head, "Wanlan, you think the A-level exhibition is too simple. There are only four A-level exhibitions a year, and there is only one left this year. Otherwise, I'll go and ask Mr. El..."

Ye Wanlan lowered his head, clicked on the small group chat of less than ten people, typed a few words and sent it out.

[YN]: x-on:Cultural people, come out to work.

Good morning~~