Seeing the photo of Sun Quan kneeling and kowtowing to apologize, Yang Wei took a sharp breath of cold air, shocked, he said, "Is this, this real? The former leader of the Brother Alliance, kneeling to apologize?!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian and the others all laughed.
Su Xuejiao said, "Take a look at my photos before you speak. Look at the time they were taken, it’s not possible for me to have forged them, right?"
Yang Wei, astonished, scrolled through the photos in Su Xuejiao’s phone gallery. The more he looked, the more shocked he became, and then he was overjoyed, saying, "Good! Good! Using these photos to create news topics, the next issue of the newspaper will definitely be a bestseller!"
After he finished, he turned his gaze to Su Xuejiao and said awkwardly, "Miss, that, could I copy these photos?"
Su Xuejiao said casually, "Sure, give you as many as you want, no problem even if you put them online, do as you see fit, I give you this authorization."
"Thank you!" Yang Wei was immediately elated and started copying the photos.
As a journalist, he often risked his own safety in pursuit of explosive news stories. He had reported on the indirect clashes between the Brother Alliance and Murong Mansion, so he was somewhat aware of the grudges between the Brother Alliance and the Murong family.
About ten minutes later, Yang Wei finished copying the photos and handed the phone back to Su Xuejiao, saying, "Thank you, Miss. May I ask, could I interview Mr. Murong?"
Instantly, Su Xuejiao’s gaze shifted to Murong Bei.
"Forget about interviewing me," Murong Bei said with a smile.
Su Xuejiao, pointing to the bodyguards and servants outside, said, "The people in this room do not accept interviews. The people outside, however, you can interview as you like."
"Okay then, thank you, Miss, thank you, Sir."
As he spoke, Yang Wei awkwardly fished out a red envelope from his person and handed it to Murong Fei, saying, "This is for the old gentleman, wishing Mr. Murong fortune as vast as the East Sea and longevity as enduring as Nanshan."
Murong Fei was startled, not expecting this journalist Yang Wei to be so thoughtful and polite.
"Thank you. Mr. Yang, why don’t you join us for a meal?"
Since the guest had given a gift, how could there be any reason not to invite him for a meal, Murong Bei said.
Yang Wei declined awkwardly, "Thank you, Sir, but right now, I have no interest in eating. Please let me interview the people in the courtyard. My camera was robbed by people from the Brother Alliance, and I need more news material."
"Then please feel free," said Murong Bei.
Murong Bei neither disliked nor gravitated towards media journalists; he preferred a low-profile life and did not want to get too close to them.
By the time Yang Wei walked into the front courtyard, Qin Tian followed up and said in a low voice, "Mr. Yang, I know you work for a major news conglomerate. About writing the article concerning today’s events, could you, maybe... not include me in it?"
"Ah? What’s up? Why?" Yang Wei was taken aback.
You should know, Qin Tian was chiefly responsible for humiliating the Brother Alliance.
Plus, Yang Wei witnessed Qin Tian fight bare-knuckled with the Sun brothers while he was on the scene, what he had seen with his own eyes made his writing more detailed.
He had even thought about finding time to interview Qin Tian later and was surprised to hear Qin Tian make such a request.
"I don’t wish to appear in the newspapers," Qin Tian said plainly, ", if you really must write about me, that’s fine, but please use a pseudonym and, moreover, do not post my photo. Is that okay?"
"Hmm... well, alright, it’s a pity. But since you as the party involved have made this request, I can only oblige," said Yang Wei, reluctantly hesitating before finally agreeing.
Only then did Qin Tian feel at ease.
Joking aside, if he were to appear in the newspaper and show his face, some of the assassins and enemies from his past that were searching for him all over the world would swarm to Zhonghai City.
Qin Tian didn’t want to cause trouble for Cao Guojun’s public order.
Qin Tian had both lunch and dinner at Murong Mansion with the Murong sisters. Throughout the meals, he asked Murong Bei several times about his past identity and his relationship with Cao Taiji. However, Murong Bei kept evading the questions, seemingly not wanting to tell Qin Tian about these matters.
So, after a while, Qin Tian stopped asking.
It was just after seven in the evening when Qin Tian received a call from Fan Bing. Apologizing to Murong Bei, he said a friend was looking for him. Then, ignoring Murong Fei’s opposing gaze, he took a cab alone to the neighborhood where Fan Bing’s grandfather, Fan Guocheng, lived.
Fan Bing had called, naturally, about an acupuncture treatment for Fan Guocheng.
"I’m sorry, today a senior member of my family celebrated their birthday, so..."
"Please don’t mention it. I should be thanking you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to treat my grandfather."
At the entrance of the neighborhood, the two started with polite formalities as soon as they met.
Today, Fan Bing was dressed in a very casual white sports shirt, wearing light makeup with her hair done up, emanating a mature woman’s charm.
If nobody came to receive him, Qin Tian would not have been able to enter the neighborhood. However, once Fan Bing appeared, the guards and bodyguards at the gate simply let him pass without question.
"Xiao Qin, I must trouble you again today."
Upon seeing Qin Tian, Fan Guocheng, who was playing chess alone, greeted him warmly.
"Mr. Fan, it’s no trouble at all."
In front of such a prominent figure as Fan Guocheng, Qin Tian still acted very politely.
"Your acupuncture technique really works wonders. I feel that my chest is no longer as tight and painful. Heh, you truly are a young divine doctor," praised Fan Guocheng.
Qin Tian humbly responded a couple of times, then he and Fan Guocheng went to the same resting room where they had the acupuncture treatment previously.
By that time, Fan Bing had already prepared all the needles and towels, even providing two towels.
"You shouldn’t overwork yourself." Before Qin Tian entered the resting room, Fan Bing handed him the two towels with concern.
Qin Tian smiled faintly and went into the resting room with the items.
This acupuncture session lasted for nearly two and a half hours again.
By the time Qin Tian came out, both towels were completely soaked with sweat.
"I’m really curious about how you manage to sweat so much," said Fan Bing, taking the towels, with a laugh as she waited outside the resting room.
"Acupuncture technique requires peace and concentration, as well as a high degree of willpower," Qin Tian explained.
"I don’t understand all that, but seeing how dedicated you are, if there’s anything I can help you with in the future, just ask."
"You’ve already helped a great deal for someone I know. I am truly grateful."
"Compared to curing my grandfather, what I did was nothing. That was just a simple request," she said.
"It may be simple for you, but for my friend, it was as if rain fell from heaven," Qin Tian said.
"What are you two chatting about?"
Just as Qin Tian and Fan Bing were chatting amiably, Liu Yan came out from the kitchen.
"I’ve made some porridge. Qin Tian, go and have some," she said.
With that, Liu Yan gave Fan Bing a meaningful look, "Bing’er, aren’t you going to take Qin Tian to replenish his energy? Look how tired he is..."
[To the readers who are taking the college entrance exams, I wish you a smooth and successful path, and may you be accepted into the university of your dreams~~]