Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 71, drawings (two more)

(Sorry for occupying one line, this chapter is 71 after writing the wrong chapter number, there is no missing chapter content in the middle)

The annual gathering of White Night Manor is, in the final analysis, a gathering where the leaders of the road decide the interests of the road in the entire South and even the countries around Anxia. Naturally, all the people who came to participate were big figures with status and status, and there were even official people among them.

The Feiyun Association reached its peak in Shang Feiyun's father's generation. At one time, it even dominated the entire southern power and spread to the southern countries. Therefore, this meeting has been presided over by the Feiyun Association in the early years.

After that, Shang's father was suddenly killed. Although it was interrupted for a few years, Shang Feiyun soon supported the Feiyun Club again. The power of Feiyun Club now is naturally much worse than when her father was there, but most of the bigwigs from all sides are willing to give Shang Feiyun this face, so the conferences in recent years have been held by Feiyun Club.

Dividing benefits, negotiating various things for the new year, and...solving grievances.

The official has no intention to control these Taoist forces, but it does not mean that they can act arbitrarily. Even if there are any grievances, most of them are resolved privately. If the trouble too much affects ordinary people and public security or even provokes the official, you can't blame the official family for not giving face.

Therefore, this conference is also a good opportunity to resolve the grievances and grievances of various factions.

Leng Sa sat in the corner of the second floor, watching with interest the group of big people below, blushing and turning upside down.

Fu Yucheng and Zheng Ying sat among these people, rather like two little white rabbits who had entered the wolves. On the contrary, that guy Fu Fengcheng didn't know where he went, obviously he didn't intend to attend such a meeting.

Leng Sa found his target in the crowd, a bald head who looked a little rich but not amiable in a long gown.

When the atmosphere at the venue was at its most tense, Leng Sa saw the bald head casually withdraw from the crowd. His status is not high among this group of bigwigs. The people present are either busy arguing or watching the quarrel, and no one pays attention to his departure.

Even if I noticed, I'm afraid it's just that he went to the toilet.

Watching him leave the hall, Leng Sa chuckled and got up and left.

In the long corridor on the left wing of the villa, the bald head looked back and saw that there was no one behind him, and immediately walked quickly to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

He came out of the toilet, and as he was washing his hands by the sink, a young man with an unremarkable appearance walked in.

The two looked at each other, bald heads, glanced sideways at a toilet cubicle behind them, turned around and walked out.

When he went out, the young man walked over to open the door of the compartment and went in, and it took a while before he came out.

Leng Sa leaned against the wall leisurely, and sighed helplessly as she watched the two walk out one after the other.

She is a dignified silver fox, and she is actually standing by the man's toilet, which is really a big loss.

Watching the bald head quietly return to the hall, just like he left quietly. The young man did not go back, he was just an accompanying attendant, and he was not qualified to participate in the meetings of those bigwigs.

"Oops!"

The young man walked quickly, and at the corner, he collided head-on with a girl who was also hurriedly carrying a plate, and was suddenly spilled by the drink in the tray.

"Oops, I'm sorry sir!" The girl was startled, and she didn't care about her drink and quickly reached out to wipe the young man.

The young man took a step back and blocked her before she touched him, "What are you doing?"

The girl blushed with shame, "I'm sorry sir! I...Miss Wang asked me to bring something to her room, I was in a hurry and left quickly. Please don't tell the steward, I...I can't live without this job ."

The young man looked at her suspiciously. Seeing the girl's red eyes full of panic, he just waved, "Okay, let's go."

The girl bowed again and again and hurriedly packed up the things on the ground, "Thank you sir, thank you sir."

The young man cursed inwardly and turned away.

Leng Sa sticks his head out from behind the wall around the corner, Bingo! You are the one!

The young man hurried back to his resting room, closed the door and looked around vigilantly to make sure that no one was in the room, and then quickly took out a piece of paper sealed with oiled paper from the wet clothes lining bag roll. When I opened it, I found that the paper roll inside was not wet at all, so I was relieved.

Looking down at the stain on his chest with some disgust, the man clipped the folded paper into a notebook cover, and then put it into his briefcase. Then he took off his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

The sound of rushing water was soon heard in the bathroom, and a moment later, the door of the room was quietly pushed open a small crack. The person who opened the door hesitated for a moment, making sure that the person inside was in the bathroom, and then the door opened wide and a figure came in.

Leng Sa targeted the briefcase with the coat on the sofa accurately, and within two minutes, his gloved hands found what he needed.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes when I opened it: What kind of baby do I think I'm wasting my girl's feelings!

If other blueprints were cold, I might be stunned, but this is a design drawing for a rapid-fire machine gun. You only need to look at it twice to know that if the design on this drawing is made into a finished product, it will be much better than the best performance on the market. No wonder Fu Fengcheng wants it.

But this thing means nothing to Leng Sa.

As soon as he rolled his eyes, Leng Sa did not take the blueprint away.

There was a malicious and joking smile in his eyes. Leng Sa pulled out a hairpin on his head and twisted it open. A few drops of light blue liquid dripped onto the drawing and quickly penetrated into the drawing and spread. But for a moment, the core part of the blueprint became blurred. Leng Sa put the hairpin back on, put the things back, put the clothes and briefcase back as they were, and checked the scene before getting up and backing out silently.

Leng Sa happily hummed a song and returned to the corner where she was watching the play. The excitement in the hall still hasn't stopped.

"Miss Leng? Why are you here alone?"

Leng Sa looked back at the person walking towards him with a happy face, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Mr. Zhou?"

"I didn't expect Miss Leng to remember me? Why don't I invite Miss Leng for a drink?"

Leng Sa glanced downstairs, "Don't you want to listen to Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Maocheng disagreed, "What's there to hear, a bunch of people are arguing boringly."

Leng Sa smiled and didn't speak. Of course, she knew that Zhou Maocheng's identity would not be able to speak at all on such occasions.

"Miss Leng is bored alone, how about we find a quiet place to have a drink?" Zhou Maocheng asked with a smile.

Leng Sa tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then smiled: "I don't drink."

"The White Night Villa is not only for wine."

Leng Sa thought for a while before nodding, "Okay, it's too noisy here, let's go to the back garden."

Zhou Maocheng's eyes lit up. He had followed Leng Sa and Xu Shaoming to the back garden but couldn't find anyone. Now this young lady invited him in person, does that mean...

"No problem, Miss Leng, please."

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My dears, there are no 70 chapters, I mislabeled the number of chapters, not one missing. Chapter numbers cannot be changed.