But they couldn't touch Zhong Yiliu for the time being. The Pharmacy Association was not big, and the big guys in the illegal areas and F Continent owed him a lot of favors.
For example, the illegal district executive owes Zhong Yiliu a favor.
Therefore, this master of alchemy was not someone she could vent her anger on.
Nie Qingru quickly said, "Qiao Nian asked him to go over to treat Ji Lingfeng. Don't worry about Zhong Yiliu for now until the other people in the Pharmacy Association take action."
"Okay." Shadow obeyed her orders.
Seeing Miss Sibol stepping on a beam of light and about to walk onto the stage, Nie Qingru waved to the silent man and said, "You go and get busy first."
"yes."
Shadow hid in the darkness as usual, and his movements were nimble and agile.
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When Nie Qingru looked back at the three o'clock direction, an inconspicuous waiter came out from the kitchen carrying champagne.
She placed the missing champagne on the table and returned to her original position.
As soon as she passed by, she saw a tall foreign man glance at her and said to her in a low voice: "You didn't know that not long after you left, the big shot in the first row looked back at us for a long time, as if she was looking for someone... I don't know who she was looking for? At that time, many people followed her gaze and looked at us, it was scary."
"oh."
The girl just responded faintly, as if it had nothing to do with her.
The tall foreign man looked her up and down. Seeing Qiao Nian's cold attitude, he didn't say anything. He muttered, "It has nothing to do with us anyway. If she wants to find someone, she will find a guest who will attend the banquet. She will definitely not find a waiter like us who does odd jobs..."
This time, Qiao Nian was too lazy to even respond perfunctorily. Her bright eyes hidden behind her thick black-framed glasses glanced at the figure in the first row.
This time she restrained her emotions, and her calm glance did not attract the attention of Nie Qingru who was paying attention to the movements on the stage.
The dinner has begun.
Most of the lights in the banquet hall were turned off. Except for the light that was barely enough to see clearly around oneself, all the lights were focused on the stage.
Pingting, the eldest daughter of the Sibol family, wearing the latest G-brand couture, stood on the stage and talked with the microphone. She talked about world peace, the lives of poor civilians, war and other topics.
As Qiao Nian listened to the hypocritical speech, her temples throbbed uncontrollably. She felt as if someone was hitting her head with a clapper, which made her scalp numb and she felt annoyed again.
Just at this moment, Miss Sibol's speech paused for a few seconds, and there was a warm applause from the audience.
If she didn't know very well how many of the families of the guests at tonight's dinner had become rich and had their current status by sucking the suffering of others.
She really misunderstood these people as philanthropists who genuinely cared about the lives of the poor.
However, the opposite is true.
Even people like Nie Qingru are used to being arrogant and condescending. In their eyes, everyone else except those in their circle is just ants.
Who would really care about the life and death of ants that can be easily crushed to death, let alone gather together to donate money to ants.
Donating money is just a name!
The so-called high-society charity dinner is essentially nothing more than a social gathering for people of the same class, and a place for profit transfer through auctions.
Qiao Nian's thin eyelids twitched. She saw that the person on the stage was still giving a passionate speech, and the guests below were also wearing hypocritical masks and smiling.
Under the cover of the dim light, she took out a piece of fruit candy that Ye Wangchuan had stuffed into her pocket before she left and put it into her mouth.
(End of this chapter)