Perhaps the death of the Shen family in the dream was too tragic. Shen Qingtang slept soundly that night and did not wake up until the sun shone into the house.

As usual, she prepared breakfast and took it to the main room to eat with Grandma Su.

Grandma Su tapped the edge of the bowl with her chopsticks and said with a smile: "After you finish eating, go to the exhibition hall to take a look and clean up."

The exhibition hall is located in the center of the town. It is a three-story old building used for the exhibition and sale of Su embroidery works.

It was originally built by the ancestors of the Su family. They picked it brick by brick. After so many years of maintenance, it became what it is today.

In the early days, there were many embroidery apprentices, but later the good embroidery could not be sold, and the inferior embroidery could not be sold at a high price, so gradually no one came to learn.

"Um."

Shen Qingtang responded quickly. Although he was not optimistic about the future of the exhibition hall, it was still the spiritual support of the old man.

If the exhibition hall collapses, half of Grandma Su's life will be lost.

The long broom made of woven straw rustled on the bluestone floor, and the vendors picked up the bamboo frames of crude handicrafts and walked through the streets and alleys.

Windows opened one after another on both sides of the street, and breakfast shops set out steaming steamers and stainless steel pots simmering bone soup for rice noodles.

Shen Qingtang walked to the exhibition hall and pinched the hard key in his pocket. When he looked up again, he saw Uncle Su, who was selling steamed cakes, coming towards him with a load. He asked curiously: "All the elders in the town are going."

If you don't go back to entertain your family, will your grandma be able to come over?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Qingtang's expression changed drastically, and he ran home without saying anything more.

The cold morning wind poured straight into his mouth. Shen Qingtang's stomach hurt so much that he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

But she still kept running, not daring to slow down at all.

None of the so-called elders, respected clan elders, is a good person!

Grandma Su has always wanted to seek justice for Su Xin. She is dead but her name is still there. She wants her daughter to go away cleanly.

So until Shen Qingtang went to elementary school, there were still people coming and going at home.

There are not many people who sincerely help Grandma Su, and even if they do, they don't have the ability to turn things around.

Most of them were the clan elders, who used all kinds of disgusting words to insult the dead Su Xin and Grandma Su under their sanctimonious skin.

They took money from the Shen family, and their eyes were filled with benefits.

The door to the small courtyard is ajar. After crossing the gravel road, the main hall is lined with faded door couplets on both sides. Endless weeds wind their way up to the high threshold.

There was a circle of white-haired old men sitting in the hall, all smoking cigarettes in silence, and the smoke was filling the air.

Grandma Su's eyes were red and she waved to her: "Tangtang, they are going to cancel the capital investment in the exhibition hall. This is going to cut off our roots!"

The always tough old man choked and shed tears, and his ravaged face became more and more haggard. After God took away her beloved daughter, he was cruelly depriving her of another flesh and blood.

"Just cut it off. Anyway, your family has already lost its descendants," the leader of the clan sneered, "You gave birth to Su Xin, a loser, and Su Xin gave birth to a little loser, what use can it be!"

"Yeah, it's not a good place for her to die. She jumped into the river and ruined the town's feng shui. If you old man can't think about it, you must die far away and don't block the big guy's way of making money!

"

Grandma Su was shaking with anger, pointed at them and said, "You...you are simply bullying others too much!"

"If you want to say something, go find investors! Don't vent your anger on us here!"

"That's right. If you don't have money to spend, you, my granddaughter, can exchange it for a betrothal gift, so you won't be hungry!"

Then the whole hall burst into laughter, and the whole hall was filled with overt and covert malice.

Shen Qingtang grimaced: "You guys are so energetic, you shouldn't need to drink my tea!"

The scene suddenly turned cold. Shen Qingtang put away the tea sets vigorously, and the porcelain clinked with a harsh sound.

I always serve tea to guests, but this time I even overturned the table.

"Hey, who cares!"

Several clan elders who had not interacted with each other for a long time left in confusion, unable to keep the smiles on their faces and refusing to even say hello.

After all, the old mayor, who had known each other for many years and had been silent, still couldn't bear it. He deliberately fell behind everyone and sighed: "It's not easy for someone to invest in the town and vigorously develop commercial tourism. Everyone is unwilling to let go of this opportunity. But yours

The exhibition hall is in shabby condition and has really no investment value!”

Shen Qingtang pursed his lips and asked, "In addition to divestment, does he also want the land?"

The old mayor nodded with difficulty: "Please advise your grandma more, since you and your grandson don't rely on this to make a living anyway. Besides..."

He looked around mysteriously and lowered his voice and said, "Originally, he had no such idea. I heard that the woman from the Shen family went to find him later."

The threat that Moran made before leaving came to mind. This woman's desire for revenge was so terrifying that she took action so quickly!

Chill instantly rushed to his body, Shen Qingtang's face turned pale, and he felt a little unsteady.

She stretched out her hand to hold on to the door, trying to steady her body, and asked with a hint of hope: "If Moran can convince him, I can convince him! Tell me, where is he?"

"this......"

The old mayor was a little embarrassed.

Shen Qingtang called him urgently and quickly: "Grandpa, the mayor! You watched me grow up, and you also know the importance of the exhibition hall to my grandma, that is her life!"

"Alas," the old mayor took a drag on his cigarette and sighed, "He has been in a bar in the city these past few nights. It seems to be called... Night."

Shen Qingtang quickly thanked you: "I know this place, thank you."

At this time, Grandma Su in the main room shouted loudly: "Tangtang, why did it take so long for you to give someone away? If they have anything to give, come back quickly!"

Shen Qingtang said "Hey" and replied: "I'm talking to the mayor of the town. He wants to take me to find investors to intercede. I won't be back for lunch!"

She sent him all the way to the door of the old mayor's house.

The old mayor looked at this girl who had always been well-behaved and docile, and felt a little compassion, and warned her, "Be careful when you go to the city by yourself. It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I really have no choice."

Shen Qingtang rolled his eyes and said, "You are joking. We, grandparents and grandchildren, are all grateful to you for taking care of us over the years."

What he said was flawless, without any of the cold eyebrows and cold looks just now.

The old mayor knew very well that the clan elders who came in the room were some kind of snobbery. Seeing Shen Qingtang's appearance, he understood a little bit.

He sighed: "You girl, you have been dragged down by... your whole life."

Shen Qingtang lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, as silent as the silent open night sky in the middle of the night.

The person who was confused in her words was Su Xin. After Su Xin's death, Grandma Su, who was originally stubborn and conservative, became more and more paranoid, and her restraint on Shen Qingtang was almost strict. She would be beaten and scolded if she made the slightest mistake.

She didn't even think about leaving the town or finding another job. She would rather Shen Qingtang wither like a flower than wither in the mud in her good years.

The traffic in the town was very inconvenient. After changing trains four times, Shen Qingtang arrived in Zhenhu City at five o'clock in the afternoon.

The door of the bar was closed at night, and the waiter counting the tall wine glasses could be vaguely seen through the thick amber glass.

Shen Qingtang waited at the noodle shop opposite until nightfall before successfully entering the door of the night bar.

As if entering another world, the gods pressed the control button, and in the blink of an eye, the bar was crowded with people, and men and women in cool clothes danced in the ballroom.

Shen Qingtang stayed nervously in the corner, looking around for the investor said to be named Wei. The goblet filled with red wine lay idle.

For about two hours, Shen Qingtang's eyes were sore that he saw several young men getting out of a Ferrari. The leading man's clothes were well-tailored and obviously worth a lot of money.

She rushed forward eagerly, but was blocked by the crowd. By the time she reached the door, those people had already turned around in the corridor.

When Shen Qingtang hurriedly chased after him, there were four bodyguards in black standing on both sides of the door of the box.

The loud music can be faintly heard here.

Shen Qingtang rubbed his temples and said cautiously: "I want to find you, Mr. Wei."

Before the bodyguard in black could answer, the door opened from the inside. A young man with dyed blue hair was holding a wine bottle. When he saw her, he whistled frivolously, turned around and said, "Young Master Wei, there is a girl here looking for you."

The girl stood at the end of the red carpet at a loss, with the spiritual energy between her brows blooming, her clear eyes raised at the end, showing some unconscious charm, like a little fairy who strayed into the world.

The man inside became interested and shouted, "Young Master Wei, why don't you invite me in quickly?"

The blue-haired man looked at her and said with a smile: "Everyone is so enthusiastic, little beauty, please come in."

The lights in the box were dim, and there were several wine bottles scattered on the table.

Shen Qingtang straightened his thin back, looked down at Mr. Wei who was lying on the sofa, and said carefully: "I am Shen Qingtang, and the curator of the Suzhou Embroidery Exhibition Hall is my grandmother. I want to talk to you."

On the way here, she thought about how to persuade Wei Jinan and try to ensure that he could get more benefits, so as to keep the Suzhou Embroidery Exhibition Hall.

But the teasing gaze of the man in front of her made her heart suddenly drop.

The interest in Wei Jinan's eyes disappeared, he changed his posture and sat up, and said lightly: "The illegitimate daughter of the Shen family."

The town's tourism project was allocated to the Wei family by the Jiang Group. If Wei Jinan wants to live stably in Jiangning City, he must please Jiang Qingyan.

So Mo Lan came to the door and offered to teach the illegitimate daughter of the Shen family a lesson, and Wei Jinan immediately agreed.

Although Shen Mingyue has escaped from marriage now, who doesn't know that Jiang Qingyan has always loved to support her, almost to the point of picking up stars for her.

Wei Jinan had to be a little scrupulous, but Mo Lan's arrogant and domineering attitude was still stuck in his heart, and this girl came to his door again.

"Okay," Wei Jin'an said with full of malice, pointing to the box of red wine at his feet, "I'll give you an advantage. Let's talk after drinking."

Shen Qingtang clenched his fists, then loosened them weakly, stared at Wei Jinan seriously, and confirmed: "You have to promise that you will listen carefully to what I have to say."

Wei Jinan raised his hands in a funny manner: "I swear."
To be continued...