Chapter 89

When Fu Chen returned to the hotel, it was more than one o'clock in the morning, and the information about Yan Wangchuan was already on his desk.

"Third Master, it's no wonder song Jingren didn't know him. Yan Wangchuan did study under Qiao's family, but he was not a regular disciple." Ten explanations.

"What do you say?" Fu Chen is too lazy to read the materials.

"Mr. Qiao chooses his apprentice. He doesn't look at his family. He only looks at his talent. What he wants is someone who can really inherit his craft. The rich and powerful in his family can't pour into his eyes."

Fu Shen nodded, and the reason was easy to guess.

To learn a craft depends on talent. God will reward you with food and interest.

He has seen Qiao Xiyan with thick cocoons on his hands, which are polished all the year round, and the hardships can be seen.

None of the children of rich and noble families can endure less hardship, engage in this business all their lives and help him inherit his craft.

"Some of elder Qiao's disciples are from ordinary families. There is an orphan who has no father or mother. He went abroad more than ten years ago and can't find any information. The others are very poor."

"What about Yan Wangchuan? What's going on? " Fu Shen fondled the fringes on the Buddha string at hand.

"I found someone to trust me. I followed Mr. Qiao to learn the skill of discerning stone and jade, but I didn't learn the craft. I spent five or six years in Qiao's family. Although I was given a name, strictly speaking, I was not a formal apprentice, and..."

Shifang cleared his throat. "After learning that Ms. Qiao was in love, he left Qiao's home. After Qiao died, he went back once."

"It's said that Qiao intended to make up for them in those years. At that time, his parents basically arranged the marriage, and Qiao even asked Yan Wangchuan's eight characters."

"But Ms. Qiao went out to study, and soon she was with song Jingren, and the matter was settled. Even when she got married, Yan Wangchuan didn't attend."

Fu Shen light Shen, "there is this relationship, Yan Wangchuan does not want to see song Jingren, Qiao people did not mention him is normal."

If you ask for eight characters, it means that the families of both sides have nodded their heads, but they repent halfway, and the Yan family is also uncomfortable.

This kind of relationship, meet also embarrassed, these two people are together, no one will deliberately mention Qiao Aiyun once almost engaged with who, that is pure to find uncomfortable.

Qiao's family are all men, and these people are aloof and arrogant, and concentrate on their own business. Naturally, no one talks.

It's no wonder that Qiao Aiyun didn't dare to see Yan Wangchuan when she was in the hotel. She had been made up by her family. Now her marriage is not happy. It's most embarrassing for him to see her.

Ten square pulled to pull hair, "in fact this also can't blame Ms. Qiao, Yan Wangchuan you also have dealt with, never show emotion."

"I haven't seen a girl for so many years. I don't know whether it's infatuation or stupidity."

"But when he saw song Jingren, he beat him half to death without saying a word. He was a man. He went into the bureau without mentioning Lao Jiang. He took the stand directly. It was really hard."

Fu Chen chuckled, "do you think highly of him?"

"At least he works like a man. Unlike song Jingren, he looks like a man of integrity. He's cheating behind his back. He doesn't know how much he's done." Ten tone dislike.

"Besides, song Jingren has a bad relationship with the Qiao family, and no one has ever mentioned Yan Wangchuan to him." Ten sides mutter.

"Why not?" Fu Chen turned over the thick materials.

"More than 20 years ago, the Qiao family had a large courtyard in Wusu, and Mr. Qiao had a high reputation. Song Jingren also took great pains to pursue Qiao Aiyun. You can imagine that he must have used all kinds of means."

"Ms. Qiao has never been in love. It's easy to fall into the trap of gentleness."

"But Mr. Qiao had contacts and didn't want to help him. Later, he came up with the idea of Qiao's shop, saying that he wanted to go public, and that he wanted to mass produce some of his unique skills. Mr. Qiao was angry at that time..."

"It's said that the elder brother-in-law of the Qiao family even threw out gifts at that time, and several elder martial brothers of the Qiao family were even more dissatisfied with him."

"It's just that Ms. Qiao was dazzled by love at that time, and it's useless for her family to stop her."

Fu Shen low smile, "the craft is particular about hand inheritance, if large-scale production, it will change the taste, this is stepping on Qiao old bottom line."

"So, he and Qiao's family have always had a tense relationship. They will not tell him what they know."

Fu Shen said with a smile, "after Qiao's death, Qiao's family declined, and he gradually developed. He felt that Qiao's disciples were poor relatives. They had conflicts in the past, and they couldn't help him. Naturally, they didn't communicate with each other."

Shifang said, "who knows that Yan Wangchuan jumped out in the middle of the way. Now he probably regrets that he wants to hit the wall. He didn't look up to it before, but now he's afraid he can't get up."

Fu Chen picked up the Buddhist beads and stood up at the window. "Yan Wangchuan has a bad temper. Song Jingren is afraid to suffer a big loss this time."

As soon as he spoke, he heard loud music coming from the next room.

This floor is a VIP room. Few people live in it. There is only Duan Linbai next door.

"Go and see what he's doing in the middle of the night?"

Shifang nodded out and came back in more than a minute. "Third Master, he's doing live broadcast..."

It's never stopped. As soon as I came out of the snow field, the waves began to rise.

"Get someone to turn off the power in his house."

He nodded with a smile. A few minutes later, he heard a loud cry coming from the next room.

"... let's learn to howl together, let's... Crouch together? Why is there a power failure? "

Fu Chen rubbed his ears. He didn't recover from his cold. His voice was loud and he was not afraid of losing his voice.

When we met the next day, someone was really dumb.

Fu Chen has only one feeling:

The world is so quiet.