Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 4

Qiao Bo’er left the studio in a hurry, her face dark. Xiao Mo hastily dispersed the employees who were watching the commotion at the door.

He brought a glass of water to Ling Xi and sighed, “Sigh… I only left for the time it took to prepare afternoon tea for the two of you. How did you end up hitting her?”

“She provoked me first! Which mental hospital did that crazy woman escape from?” Ling Xi’s mouth still bore the red lipstick mark, making her look like a wronged young wife who had been thoroughly teased, full of grievances.

Dry-mouthed, she gulped down the entire glass of water, desperately needing a chrysanthemum tea to calm her fury.

“Don’t be angry. You should call Ah Zhe in first to discuss how to equally share the compensation.”

“No! Originally, I wanted to let the matter rest, but now I’ve changed my mind. That crazy woman challenged my bottom line and wants to play a deadly game with me? I want to see what tricks she has up her sleeve. I’m going to exhaust her on the compensation issue.”

Normally, Ling Xi listened to Buddhist chants, boiled wolfberries in hot water, and wouldn’t even let out a small fart if struck by thunder. Now, however, she looked ridiculously belligerent. It seemed Qiao Bo’er had truly pushed her to the brink.

Xiao Mo knew that when Ling Xi was stubborn, ten oxen couldn’t pull her back, so he gave in to her willfulness: “Make a fuss, but don’t drag the studio down with you… But that Qiao Bo’er, I have a gut feeling she’s a big deal.”

Ling Xi leaned back in the chair sullenly. The crazy woman’s fountain pen flashed through her mind, and she jolted upright as if electrocuted: “Hiss… Maybe I really did run into a tough opponent.”

“Don’t startle me with your sudden surprises.”

“It’s mainly the fountain pen I glimpsed in her hand…”

“It’s just a fountain pen, what kind of trick can it pull?”

“You know the brand ‘Ambrolou,’ right?”

Ling Xi countered with a question. Xiao Mo was dismissive: “Tsk, anyone who brings antiques for appraisal is worth at least several millions or tens of millions. It’s just a big luxury brand, what’s so rare about it?”

“Big brother, you spend all your time studying ancient jars and pots in the dirt. You should occasionally learn about modern high-end crafts.”

“Then tell me, what’s the story behind her pen?”

“Last year, Ambrolou collaborated with the National Museum to launch three Historical Series Fine Collection fountain pens. I was invited by the brand to attend their private exhibition.

The Ming Dynasty cloisonné ‘Double Dragons Playing with a Pearl,’ globally limited to three pieces, each valued at 3.5 million yuan; the Yuan Dynasty ‘Furious Horse and Great Wall Flying Arrow,’ globally limited to two pieces, each selling for 8.5 million yuan;

And listen to the main event: The Han Dynasty white jade ‘Armour’ model, globally limited to one piece. The 5-carat diamond inlay on the hollowed-out cap alone is worth 3.8 million yuan, and the whole pen sells for 23 million yuan—the King of Pens! Its collection value can easily be infinitely high.”

Xiao Mo was just listening to the excitement, and the prices Ling Xi quoted were increasingly outrageous.

He was drinking water when he suddenly choked, coughing as if his lungs would explode. He had just been indifferent, but now he looked like a frost-bitten eggplant, wilted and crestfallen.

“Then… the one in her hand?”

“23 million yuan,” Ling Xi casually uttered a frightening figure.

“Cough, cough, cough…” Another fit of violent coughing. Xiao Mo quickly grabbed Ling Xi’s arm, pleading: “With your ‘prioritize slacking off’ personality, just swallow your pride! A woman who casually plays with a luxury villa in her hand—who can afford to provoke her?”

Ling Xi ignored the advice and shook off Xiao Mo’s hand. When she thought about being kissed in front of everyone and losing all her dignity, who could she seek justice from?

“Please! I’m the one who suffered the loss, why should I give in to her? If you’re wrong, you can still argue for a bit of reason; since I’m in the right, I won’t let her off the hook. I’m not done with her.”

Someone, bring a scratching post for the deeply wronged little wife!

The clear sound of high heels echoed in the parking garage.

Soon, a black imported Maybach stopped steadily in front of Qiao Bo’er. The man in the driver’s seat quickly got out and took the designer bag from her hand, his attitude respectful.

Suddenly noticing the bright red five-finger marks on his boss’s pale face, the man trembled, and his demeanor instantly became tense: “Boss, your face…”

Bringing up that topic, Qiao Bo’er had ten thousand degrees of displeasure written all over her face, and her mental grudge book was filled with Ling Xi’s name.

Being slapped in exchange for a kiss in front of so many people—that dog Ling Xi truly hit hard. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got!

“What about my face? Can’t you see? I was hit.” She lowered her voice, gritting her teeth, forcing out each word, venting all her anger on her assistant, Qu Ye.

Qu Ye understood his boss’s vengeful nature and whispered his question: “Do you need me to send someone for special handling?”

Qiao Bo’er quickly got into the car, waved her hand impatiently, and instructed: “Don’t bother with that. Go to Rongzhi Company first.”

“Understood. I will notify Secretary Chu immediately.”

The circles of the powerful and wealthy were abuzz with rumors that a mysterious, powerful boss had suddenly arrived in Xuancheng.

This was because on the day the once flourishing Hongcheng Group declared bankruptcy, someone appeared at the board meeting with an investment proposal worth hundreds of millions.

Soon after, the company’s management underwent a major reshuffle. After asset liquidation and restructuring, the company was renamed Jiatai Group, and the company’s decision-making power fell into the hands of Wanrui Holdings.

In just a few months, Jiatai Group not only secured multiple pieces of rare land auctioned by the municipal government but also aggressively acquired several previously thriving large enterprises.

Suddenly, Jiatai Group’s scope of involvement ranged from finance and securities to real estate and commercial zones, and even included antique collection auctions and chain restaurants.

Everyone was amazed at the mysterious boss’s intriguing means of forceful acquisition and their unfathomable, immense capital strength.

Their subsidiary, Rongzhi Company, was located within the Jiatai Commercial Building in the Xuancheng CBD business district.

Qiao Bo’er had always been low-key in her actions. She disliked being surrounded by people, as those pretentious faces were nauseating, and she couldn’t be bothered to deal with them.

Secretary Chu Xi, having received the notification, was already quietly waiting outside the conference room.

The management personnel inside the conference room were on pins and needles. They had long heard that the group’s boss acted ruthlessly. Until now, Secretary Chu had managed on their behalf, and today they would finally see the true face of the boss.

The purpose of Qiao Bo’er’s impromptu meeting was simple. Rongzhi Company was responsible for antique collection auctions.

In short, its nature was similar to Ling Xi’s studio, except that appraisal and evaluation were minor parts of its business. The main focus was consignment auctions, from which they extracted huge service fees.

Qiao Bo’er walked into the conference room with swift and decisive steps. Everyone stood up to greet her, surprised that the formidable boss was not only stunningly beautiful but also possessed wealth and authority.

Some of the middle-aged, balding old men among them smiled obsequiously, their eyes wandering over her, likely harboring inappropriate fantasies in their minds.

Qiao Bo’er’s bloodless face showed no unusual expression. But her eyes were so sharp they seemed ready to devour people. She silently scanned the room. None of the managers dared to meet her scrutinizing gaze.

The intimidating aura was like a soul-reaping net, making everyone present feel an overwhelming sense of oppression, forcing them to abandon their wicked thoughts.

“I don’t like pointless formalities. Let’s start the meeting,” Qiao Bo’er’s voice made the already somber conference room atmosphere even colder.

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