Reborn as the spoiled male wife of the mortal enemy

Chapter 183 You two made a bet, and I'm the loser

Sheng Yu'an hadn't been able to speak to Nanchun until the banquet was almost over. This Bai Song was like a dog-skin plaster, following Sheng Yu'an wherever he went.

Sheng Yu'an knew that he was testing her and was also on guard against Nanchun.

"Fourth Master, long time no see." Song Jiankun, the manager of Guangyuan Bank, followed Bai Song over.

"You are..." Sheng Yu'an hesitated.

"I'm Song Jiankun, working under the Second Master." Song Jiankun's face was full of smiles.

"Oh, yes! The capable man under the second boss! Look at my head, I always forget things. I met you once in Sheng Mansion before." Sheng Yu'an shook hands with him.

"Yes, last Mid-Autumn Festival, I followed my second uncle to visit the old man." Song Jiankun said.

Bo Song watched calmly.

It seems that these two people are indeed not familiar with each other.

Song Jiankun is in charge of the safe deposit box rental business of Guangyuan Bank.

Cui Dong said that the goods that had been exchanged were placed in safe deposit box No. 886 of Guangyuan Bank.

If the Fourth Master or one of his close associates showed up at Guangyuan Bank and opened the safe, Song Jiankun would not have been unaware of it.

"I brought Manager Song in, please don't mind, Fourth Master." Bai Song said with a smile.

"Anyone who comes is a guest! To be honest, I want to get to know all the capable people under the eldest and second bosses. I'm just afraid that my brothers will suspect that I want to poach their people." Sheng Yu'an said with a smile.

"Fourth Master, you're joking." Song Jiankun clinked glasses with him with a smile.

Sheng Yu'an did not invite Song Jiankun.

It was Bo Song who sent Song Jiankun an invitation under the pretext of the Fourth Master's banquet. Song Jiankun, eager to expand his network, would surely accept it with pleasure.

He asked Song Jiankun to come, firstly to do him a favor so that he could get information from him later, and secondly to test Sheng Yu'an to see if he was the one who opened the safe.

"I heard that Manager Song is now also in charge of the safe deposit box business. I said I would rent a bigger one, but it was rented out long ago. Only the small one is left. What can the small one hold? The business of Erye's bank is really good!" Bo Song said with a smile.

After hearing this, Sheng Yu'an teased, "Master Bai's business is pretty good. If your family really can't put all your gold and silver treasures, why not leave them with me and I'll keep them for you."

Bai Song and Song Jiankun both laughed when they heard this.

After the banquet, on the way back to Baiyuan.

Nanchun asked curiously, "Master, can Baixun dance?"

Bo Song thought for a moment and said, "I don't think so. He doesn't like this kind of occasion. Even if he comes, he just says a few words and drinks and then leaves."

Nanchun smiled triumphantly: "Then Chunxiao is doomed to lose!"

"What's wrong?" Bo Song asked curiously.

"Chun Xiao made a bet with me about whether Bai Xun could dance. He said Bai Xun definitely could. I said Bai Xun definitely couldn't."

"Why did he say that he would definitely find his brother?" Bo Song was very confused.

Chunxiao had never seen Xundi before.

"He said that as long as I have a good talk with Bai Xun about the dance between Mr. Sheng and Miss Xiaodie today, that will be enough." Nanchun said.

Bai Song understood.

Compliment other men on their dancing skills in front of your man.

He has to learn it even if he doesn't know how!

Xiao Nanchun, you idiot, you were cheated and still counting money for others!

This is a losing gamble for you!

"What's your bet?" Bo Song asked hurriedly.

"If I lose, I will give him two bottles of good wine from you. If he loses, he will pay for all my theater visits in the future, and we will book a luxurious private room. This is a sure win bet!" Nan Chun said proudly.

"So you two made a bet and I'm the loser?" Bai Song was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Nanchun said cheerfully, "After all, the young master is famous for his love of collecting fine wines."

Here, Sheng Yu'an sent away the guests who came to greet him and rubbed his aching forehead.

"You often go shopping on Xifan Street. Is there a foreigner named Bi De who runs a suit shop there?"

Chunxiao on the side frowned slightly, unable to remember such a person for a moment.

He thought for a moment and said, "The suit shop on Xifan Street...isn't it the shop owned by that Englishman Peter?"

"Peter? Must? Probably!"

"Have you forgotten? I took you to his place to make suits before. The foreigner could speak our language. Although his accent was a bit strange, he spoke very fluently." Chunxiao said.

"Oh, I remember." Peter's face flashed through Sheng Yu'an's mind.

A middle-aged man, tall and thin, with blue eyes and wearing glasses.

He'an County.

On the day Bai Xun left, news came that the century-old Fuyuanji in Yangcheng was about to collapse.

It is said that Marshal Li of Ancheng set a trap for the Sun family.

People were puzzled and puzzled, wondering why Marshal Li of Ancheng did this for no reason?

The busybody replied, "It's to cooperate with Master Sheng. Fuyuanji is a gift for him."

Less than half a day later, news of the Zhou family bank lending a huge sum of money to the Sun family reached He'an. Along with the news, the Sheng family's men also arrived.

The next morning, the news had almost spread. The visitor went straight to Jiang's house, and Jiang Wenjie came out to receive him.

"Manager Xia, I'm really sorry. My father fell ill a few days ago and is now unable to get out of bed. It's the same if you have anything to say to me."

Manager Xia frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, "What a coincidence?"

Jiang Wenjie said dejectedly, "This illness came on so suddenly. The doctor said it was caused by overwork and a cold from being caught in the snow."

Manager Xia thought for a moment and said, "Is it that serious? Then I'll go see him. I'm already here, so it wouldn't be appropriate not to see him."

"Okay, but I'm afraid it will be bad if the disease passes on to you." Jiang Wenjie said embarrassedly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm in good health and have rarely been sick since I was a child." Manager Xia said with a smile.

"Then please follow me!"

After saying that, Jiang Wenjie took Manager Xia to Jiang Yuanhai's courtyard.

As soon as Manager Xia entered the room, he smelled a strong smell of medicine.

The servants in the room bowed quietly, and Jiang Wenjie's mother came over with red eyes.

"Mother, this is the man from the Sheng family, Manager Xia. He came to see father about something." Jiang Wenjie said in a low voice.

"Manager Xia, the old man drank the medicine and fell asleep."

Jiang Wenjie's mother had a hoarse voice, and a few strands of hair hung irregularly on her forehead, making her look very haggard.

Manager Xia walked to the bedside and saw that Jiang Yuanhai's face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and his teeth were chattering uncontrollably, making a "clacking" sound.

"President Jiang, President Jiang..." Manager Xia called a few times, but Jiang Yuanhai did not respond.

"He had a recurring fever yesterday and it didn't go away until noon. Then he started shaking all over again. You see, the charcoal fire in the room was still burning, and he was still shaking all over even after covering himself with several quilts... It was like he had the fever." Jiang Wenjie's mother said with a bitter face.

When Manager Xia heard this, he quickly withdrew his outstretched hand.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Since President Jiang is ill, I'd better talk to Mr. Jiang about what the master asked me to do."