The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 888: The true mastermind behind the 350 suspension Kang, a young man’s spirit

Chapter 888: The true mastermind behind the 350 suspension Kang, a young man’s spirit

Xiangcheng.

Bai Lian had not returned for nearly half a year, and the plane landed steadily on the runway. Although the airport was small, the flow of people was large.

The popularity of Xiangcheng had been continuous since the year before last.

It started with Wallow Street’s explosion of popularity, peaked with the airing of "Great Yong," and "Come Here Friend" brought another wave of attention. Then, the subsequent two waves of college entrance exam takers caused explosive traffic.

Now Xiangcheng’s popularity was no longer just a temporary heatwave.

Its rich history, the martial arts guilds and Calligraphy Association on Wallow Street, Grandpa Tao who was always enthusiastic about puppetry, and the warm service attitude recognized by netizens across the country.

Although advertising wasn’t necessary, Xiangcheng was still active during holidays.

For example, this summer break, they specifically invited Yan Lu to return.

And a host of top scholars and study prodigies started classes; who wouldn’t want to come and see Xiangcheng?

Yang Lin put away her computer and followed Bai Lian’s group off the plane.

Not long after disembarking,

her phone rang with a local Xiangcheng number calling. The voice was booming, "Is this Miss Yang?"

"Hello, I am Yang Lin."

The caller was the person in charge from the street office, informing Yang Lin that her residence was to be demolished, "Do you have time to come by? Come to the street office to sign and collect the demolition compensation."

The voice sounded jubilant.

Xiangcheng was developing rapidly now, with the eastern and northern parts of the city being developed.

Including the Tube Building where Yang Lin had lived before, which was slated for a shopping mall and new residential district.

Compensation was distributed per capita.

Next to her, Zhang Shize heard the conversation she had with the responsible person.

Speaking to Tang Ming, "Bro Tang, has your family bought a house yet?"

"Bought, bought," Tang Ming said, thanking Zhang Shize, "Bro Tang, thanks to your dad’s reminder back then, we took out loans to buy two properties, and now they’ve more than tripled in value. Your dad really has far-sighted vision." freewebnoveℓ.com

Previously, real estate in the center of Xiangcheng cost only three to four thousand per square meter, but after the high-speed railway station and airport were built, prices had risen to ten thousand.

After finishing their conversation, Tang Ming saw that Yang Lin had ended her phone call and asked, "Sister Yang, does the principal want you to share your study experience?"

Yang Lin looked up, her black, inorganic pupils gazing at Tang Ming.

Tang Ming rubbed his arms, "Ah, how about you just take a quick photo? The principal wants to put it up on the bulletin board."

The principal he referred to was naturally the principal of Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

Yang Lin withdrew her gaze and nodded.

**

Everyone went their separate ways home.

Ning Xiao and Bai Lian returned to Purest Street.

The car stopped at the entrance to Purest Street.

Ji Heng, looking at the traffic light ahead and then at the bunch of tourists waiting for the light, slowly had a question mark appear on his forehead.

The cars in front just couldn’t get through, so he got out of the car holding his tobacco pipe.

He and Ning Xiao exchanged glances.

Pure Street used to be sparsely populated. Although it was crowded during the New Year, it was never as absurd as now.

Jiang He hopped out of the back seat, extending his short arms to grab the edge of Ji Heng’s robe and clutching his bok choy backpack in the other, his round eyes looking at the passing tourists, his long eyelashes fluttering.

His expression was somewhat dazed.

Obviously not accustomed to such a large crowd.

The young ladies passing by marveled at Jiang He, whispering among themselves, some even taking out their phones to snap his photo.

But the next second, Jiang Fulai slowly got out of the car behind them, lifting his eyes slightly, his brows and eyes carrying a natural authority, his features thin, cold, and deep, oozing nobility, not the type to be seen on a tourist street.

The few who wanted to take a picture immediately stepped back several paces, pretending to look at accessories on a vendor’s stall.

Bai Lian was the last to get out of the car.

The temperature in Xiangcheng was almost the same all year round, and the summer was not too hot.

She wore a white mandarin collar shirt with all the buttons fastened, and black casual pants with no particularly noticeable patterns, only light gray subtle patterns that reflected a cold light under the sun.

Calm and simple colors.

Her long hair was fastened with two plain hairpins, the only adornment on her.

She held her luggage in one hand, her demeanor languid and a bit listless.

Next to her, a young lady pointed to Bai Lian’s shirt, "Just like this kind of ancient-style blouse, I want one with that feel."

The owner of a dress shop selling cheongsam: "..."

With Purest Street crowded, Ji Heng led them several hundred meters around via a small path.

This road was not as crowded, and Bai Lian slowly followed behind Jiang Fulai.

She took a call from Beicheng.

"Miss Bai, hello," the voice on the phone was that of a middle-aged man, "I am Lin Guangxu, the manager of the Beicheng Branch."

Bai Lian stepped in the shadow of Jiang Fulai, following them at an unhurried pace, "Hello, Manager Lin."