Chapter 165: Evicted from the Lin family! Sister Lan’s powerful connections [1 update]


    The closer the syringe is to the girl''s skin, the more Mrs. Lin''s hands shake.


    In addition to being excited, she was more afraid, after all, Ye Wanlan...


    Until the needle tip was about to pierce the girl''s skin, Mrs. Lin''s wrist was suddenly locked and she couldn''t make any progress.


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


    “Boom!”


    Mrs. Lin''s scalp exploded in an instant!


    She almost subconsciously wanted to retract her hand, but the hand she held her very strongly, so she couldn''t even escape.


    "Pan."


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


    Ye Wanlan was still holding Mrs. Lin''s hand tightly, and her fingers just gently wrapped around the wrist bone. Mrs. Lin couldn''t help but feel pain and couldn''t help but shout.


    With a "knock", the needle in her hand also fell to the ground.


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


    She watched Ye Wanlan drink the glass of milk with her own eyes. How could this happen?


    "What am I not?" Ye Wanlan did not let go of her hand, and his voice was still faint, "Didn''t I drink the milk you sent and take the sleeping pills inside. I should have been sleeping very well at this time, why would I wake up?"


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


    Ye Wanlan actually...everyone knows? !


    Then what she has carefully planned for so long is that she is like a clown, revealing her true colors?


    Mrs. Lin''s face turned pale, and her lips trembled: "You...I..."


    "Second Aunt, you may think that the old house is too safe, so you choose to chat with your second uncle in the garden." Ye Wanlan looked at her, "Why are you so sure that the place you are standing is a blind spot for surveillance?"


    At the same moment, Lin Weilan''s majestic and cold voice sounded: "Don''t go to bed at three in the morning and came to Alan''s room. What do you want to do?"


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


    Oh no, why did even the old lady be alarmed!


    Seeing that something was wrong, Lin Qingwen hurriedly chased after him: "Mom, mom, listen to me, what happened today..."


    "Qingwen thought about splitting up a long time ago. I happened to be old and I don''t have the energy to care about so many of you." Lin Weilan looked faint and waved her hand to stop what he was about to say, "Pack up your things during the day and go to the house in the east of the city. I will transfer the two companies under your command to you together."


    Lin Qingwen''s expression also changed drastically in an instant: "Mom! I have never thought so before. Please give me a clear idea!"


    He thought about splitting up the family, but the meaning of actively splitting up the family is completely different from being kicked out.


    The two companies under his command had extremely low turnover and had negative profits for several quarters. He had no talent in running the company. He was able to have such a wealthy life in recent years because of Lin Weilan''s care.


    Last time he took the risk to sign a big order with the other party on the exchange of Shenningcao, and he also wanted to prove his strength. Even without Lin Weilan, he could accomplish 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 didn''t have any sympathy. "Now you split up, you can get two more companies. After a hundred years, my things will only be inherited by your sister. Don''t want anything."


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


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


    Ye Wanlan''s hand released, 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?"


    Lin Qingwen did not 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, "I actually colluded with Bai Jingxue to harm you."


    "Grandma, don''t be angry, I''m not hurt." Ye Wanlan comforted her, "This time is too late, so you''d better take a break first."


    "Oh, Alan, you have to be fine, you must wait until your father..." Lin Weilan''s expression aging a little. She shook her head and slowly turned around 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 were sold to some organizational forces that specialize in human genes, the consequences would be unimaginable."


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


    Charge the blood of the experts in the martial arts world to develop targeted poisons, etc.


    "If you can be free from blood, why should you flow into a river?" Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "The scene of dog biting a dog is much better than blood."


    She is good at killing skills, and she is better at scheming. Often, scheming can often kill people thousands of miles away.


    "Miss Ye said something makes sense, maybe it was me..." He didn''t finish the following words and fell silent.


    In order to become the supreme martial arts world, he had too much blood stained on his hands, and he also habitually used violence to solve all problems.


    He put his thoughts away and handed a box forward.


    Ye Wanlan looked at him: "Is this?"


    "Birthday gift." Yan Tingfeng blinked gently, "I originally wanted to put it secretly on your desk. You can see it when you wake up. It''s a surprise. I didn''t expect that such a thing would happen tonight, so I''ll hand it over to Miss Ye."


    "Diyin is already a good birthday gift." Ye Wanlan took the box, "Thank you, I like it very much."


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


    Yan Tingfeng''s eyelashes drooped and his smile was gentle: "It''s good to like it, it''s time to rest, good night, Miss Ye."


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


    The breeze passes through my ears, and I have no dreams all night.


    At less than seven o''clock in the morning, the biological clock called Ye Wanlan on time.


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


    Yesterday, President Tao made an appointment with her 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, the president is here-"


    Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the roar from the office.


    "Tao Ruhua, do you know how important this cooperation is? Ah?!" The old man slapped the table and was extremely angry. "Do you think you have achieved the position of president of Jiangcheng Art Association, so you can rest assured? I put my words here. If you can''t get the A-level exhibition this time, don''t do this position as president!"


    He slammed the door and left angrily, without even looking at Ye Wanlan on the side.


    Indoor, President Tao alone and pieces of porcelain on the ground were very lonely.


    Ye Wanlan turned his head and looked faint: "What happened?"


    "It is the requirement of the General Association, requiring the president to get an A-level exhibition at the Global Center." The assistant whispered, "The president and Mr. El ended up badly yesterday. Now the cooperation is over, and the A-level exhibition is probably gone."


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


    But even if it is exhibited at D-level, no one can step into the threshold.


    At the minimum, exhibitors are required to have won international art events or have special recommendations.


    The art exhibition is under the management of the Art Sub-center under the World Cultural Heritage Center. Exhibitions below level A can be approved by the Art Sub-center.


    However, Class A and Class S must be reviewed and judged by the World Cultural Heritage Center, which is extremely difficult.


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


    The assistant sighed: "That''s right, before you came, Miss Ye, they had actually talked with the president for a while, but no matter how they pretended on the surface, they looked down on our Chinese paintings in their eyes. Even without your sudden visit, the president would never cooperate with them."


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


    Pressed him with one hand.


    When he saw that it was Ye Wanlan, President Tao was stunned at first, then shook his head: "Wanlan, I still have something to do today, I''m afraid I can''t entertain you. Xiao Chen, take Wanlan to the surrounding area."


    The matters on display at the A-level were not resolved, and his heart could not be settled.


    But he also knew that without the approval of the senior staff in the World Intangible Cultural Center, he had no right to get an A-level exhibition at all.


    He didn''t care about the president''s position, but was afraid that the people sitting in this position would not be thinking about Shenzhou Art.


    "President, the A-level exhibition is very simple, don''t panic or hurry." Ye Wanlan also squatted down, looking straight with him, "It is right that you don''t cooperate with people who don''t like our Chinese paintings. For this, you will feel guilty and hurt your body."


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


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


    [YN]: @Cultural people, come out to work.


    Good morning~~