"It's nothing, actually." Tang Wei's kind face showed a slightly embarrassed expression. She looked at her and said softly, "It's like this. You are also in your third year of high school and will soon take the college entrance examination. Is there any school you want to go to? How about the People's Art Theatre? Do you like it? If you like it, Grandma Tang has a quota for recommendation. Your grades are not bad, and the People's Art Theatre is also a famous school. It is definitely better to be able to study there steadily than to wait for your grades in the college entrance examination."
There is no such thing as a free lunch. Even if there is, you still have to be careful in case the pie falls from such a high place and hits you on the head, and you might be killed.
Qiao Nian's first reaction was to narrow his eyes, but he didn't express his opinion immediately.
As expected, Tang Wei saw that she didn't respond, and continued awkwardly: "It's just that grandma wants to ask you a favor. Can you let go of the matter about Zhao Jingwei in your school?"
Does Zhao Jingwei know the Tang family
Qiao Nian was a little surprised.
"How do you settle it?"
Tang Wei sighed and said, "I have no other choice but to ask you for help, Nian Nian. Zhao Jingwei's father once blocked a bullet for my husband. It can be said that her father died so early for the Tang family. Our Tang family owes her a favor. Her mother came to me a few days ago and wanted me to mediate. They know they did something wrong. Do you think this matter can be resolved by just giving them a disciplinary action?"
"Of course, I know you've been wronged in this matter. The quota that Grandma Tang just mentioned about the People's Art Theatre is serious. As long as you agree, Grandma Tang guarantees that you can study at the People's Art Theatre."
She thought Qiao Nian would at least consider it, but she didn't expect Qiao Nian to answer her directly: "I don't usually plan to study at the People's Art Theater because of my artistic talent."
What this means is that he is not going to give the Tang family any face regarding Zhao Jingwei's matter!
Tang Wei's expression changed slightly.
She believed that the Tang family and the Jiang family had similar backgrounds, the only difference being that they went to Beijing to develop later than Grandpa Jiang. However, in the surrounding area, the Tang family and the Jiang family were both well-known as the top families in the surrounding area.
As an elder, she was so servile to ask this of the younger generation, so Qiao Nian should at least give her some face.
Qiao Nian: "Shen Qingqing is my friend. If I wasn't there that day, Grandma Tang wouldn't have met me at the mall to talk to me about this matter."
A bowl falling from the eighth floor can kill someone, let alone a steel pipe weighing dozens of kilograms.
Zhao Jingwei committed murder intentionally.
"I will not participate in the police's characterization of this incident, and I will not speak for her either." Qiao Nian stood up and said politely to Tang Wei and the others who were sitting there: "Thank you, Grandma Tang, for the water. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
Tang Wei watched her pick up the phone and leave without saying goodbye. She was so angry that her lips trembled as she stared at Qiao Nian's back.
“…This Qiao Nian!”
How could he not give her face at all!
*
Qiao Nian went out and just picked up a brooch that had been packaged by the shopping guide. The second floor was the men's area, and she was carrying the bag, thinking that since she was already here, she might as well take a walk around.
This floor mainly sells luxury brands. Qiao Nian took a look around and bought three men's bracelets.
She got the packaged things and was about to leave, but when she passed by a men's clothing store, her eyes were suddenly attracted by the clothes on the model.
I walked in unconsciously.
"Welcome." The shopping guide saw that she was carrying a lot of bags, all of which were first-line brands. Although she was just a high school student, she still greeted her enthusiastically: "Hello, take a look at what you need to see, I will help you get it."
Qiao Nian pointed at the dark-colored shirt on the model and said, "Can you take that shirt off for me to see?"
"OK."
The salesperson quickly took the clothes down and handed them to her.
"This is our latest model, very suitable for low-key and successful men..."
Qiao Nian touched it carefully. The fabric had a good texture and the workmanship and tailoring of the shirt was also outstanding. As for the buttons, the shirt used low-key wood-grain buttons, and the buttons were wrapped with gold thread, which was low-key yet luxurious.
She could almost imagine how the dress would look on someone.
(End of this chapter)