430 The Big Boss Behind Qin Ling: Ouyang Wei
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After filming “24-hours Idol,” Qin Xiuchen had mentioned this to Butler Qin after his return to Beijing, but Butler Qin always kept it in his heart.
In the past week, he also heard from Qin Ling that Qin Ran had been busy studying.
Upon hearing this, Ah Wen glanced at him and sighed without saying anything.
Butler Qin’s face sank, and his eyes looked serious. “The most important thing now is the Young Master. There’s still a tough fight ahead. Mr. Ku Ke also said that he’s very talented. During this period, the most important thing is to ensure his safety, and to protect him from the Fourth Master’s antics.”
“Will the Fourth Master even let the Young Master pass the exam?” Ah Wen shook his head. The Fourth Master didn’t seem so easygoing.
The most important thing at stake now wasn’t Qin Ran, but how the Fourth Master would make things difficult for Qin Ling.
Qin Ling’s training in the last half a month was the most important thing. Thinking of this, Butler Qin looked down at his phone, having received a new standard from the other party.
Butler Qin stared at him, clasping his hands tightly hanging on both sides.
After a long while, Mr. Ku Ke returned the phone, his brown eyes reflecting light. “Yes, he can pass.”
“Really?” Butler Qin’s pupils dilated slightly, and he looked overwhelmingly surprised. His old body trembled slightly as he said, “Are you serious? This standard is so high…”
“No, listen to me.” Mr. Ku Ke shook his head and fell silent for a while. “Xiao Ling isn’t just a genius. His foundation is very good, and I think someone has been consciously cultivating him since young. This kind of standard is challenging for him, but with good training, it’s not particularly difficult. I want to ask… is there a powerful person behind him? Someone who has shown him books?”
How did the person cultivate him?
Taken aback, Butler Qin realized he knew nothing about Qin Ling’s growth. “You mean someone consciously cultivated him when he was a child? That’s impossible.”
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He had seen Qin Hanqiu’s growth environment. Forget about Qin Hanqiu, Qin Ling’s mother’s family were ordinary materialistic people. Who could possibly consciously cultivate Qin Ling?
“No? That’s weird.” Ku Ke was obviously puzzled. “His thought process…”
They exchanged a few more words before Ku Ke returned to continue teaching Qin Ling.
Instead of contacting Cheng Juan, Qin Ran left Yunjin Community and directly drove to the Hacker Alliance.
At 129 street intersection.
She got out of the car, buttoned her windbreaker’s hat, pulled her scarf high, and went straight into the gates.
She happened to have time today and had come to investigate the Qin family’s affairs as well as look into Cheng Juan’s list.
Inside the elevator, while sending a message to Chang Ning, she flipped through the general information sent to her by He Chen.
After reading the first ten lines, her eyes paused on the last line—
“712.”
“Ding—”
After filming “24-hours Idol,” Qin Xiuchen had mentioned this to Butler Qin after his return to Beijing, but Butler Qin always kept it in his heart.
In the past week, he also heard from Qin Ling that Qin Ran had been busy studying.
Upon hearing this, Ah Wen glanced at him and sighed without saying anything.
Butler Qin’s face sank, and his eyes looked serious. “The most important thing now is the Young Master. There’s still a tough fight ahead. Mr. Ku Ke also said that he’s very talented. During this period, the most important thing is to ensure his safety, and to protect him from the Fourth Master’s antics.”
“Will the Fourth Master even let the Young Master pass the exam?” Ah Wen shook his head. The Fourth Master didn’t seem so easygoing.
The most important thing at stake now wasn’t Qin Ran, but how the Fourth Master would make things difficult for Qin Ling.
Qin Ling’s training in the last half a month was the most important thing. Thinking of this, Butler Qin looked down at his phone, having received a new standard from the other party.
Butler Qin stared at him, clasping his hands tightly hanging on both sides.
After a long while, Mr. Ku Ke returned the phone, his brown eyes reflecting light. “Yes, he can pass.”
“Really?” Butler Qin’s pupils dilated slightly, and he looked overwhelmingly surprised. His old body trembled slightly as he said, “Are you serious? This standard is so high…”
“No, listen to me.” Mr. Ku Ke shook his head and fell silent for a while. “Xiao Ling isn’t just a genius. His foundation is very good, and I think someone has been consciously cultivating him since young. This kind of standard is challenging for him, but with good training, it’s not particularly difficult. I want to ask… is there a powerful person behind him? Someone who has shown him books?”
How did the person cultivate him?
Taken aback, Butler Qin realized he knew nothing about Qin Ling’s growth. “You mean someone consciously cultivated him when he was a child? That’s impossible.”
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He had seen Qin Hanqiu’s growth environment. Forget about Qin Hanqiu, Qin Ling’s mother’s family were ordinary materialistic people. Who could possibly consciously cultivate Qin Ling?
“No? That’s weird.” Ku Ke was obviously puzzled. “His thought process…”
They exchanged a few more words before Ku Ke returned to continue teaching Qin Ling.
Instead of contacting Cheng Juan, Qin Ran left Yunjin Community and directly drove to the Hacker Alliance.
At 129 street intersection.
She got out of the car, buttoned her windbreaker’s hat, pulled her scarf high, and went straight into the gates.
She happened to have time today and had come to investigate the Qin family’s affairs as well as look into Cheng Juan’s list.
Inside the elevator, while sending a message to Chang Ning, she flipped through the general information sent to her by He Chen.
After reading the first ten lines, her eyes paused on the last line—
“712.”
“Ding—”