Transcendent Ember

Chapter 160 Shakespeare's Quill
"Mr. Siliang, thank you, you helped me again..."

Leaving the interrogation room, Norris still felt terrified. If she was a step late, the cornered Andrew might have already done a laparotomy.

Andrew is just an ordinary 12-year-old kid. If his stomach is cut open, how can he survive?
For the first time, Norris fully realized the cruelty of noble struggle, which made her feel cold all over.

"You're welcome." Zhang Jichuan shook his head, "We are going back to China tomorrow, and it is my honor to be able to help Ms. Norris before we leave."

"Mr. Siliang, are you going back to China tomorrow?" Norris was a little bit reluctant.

"It's time to go back."

Andrew, clutching his belly, pale and retching, stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Jichuan in thanks.The latter smiled, helped him up, and said, "Remember, don't prove something to the wicked by punishing yourself, but punish the wicked..."

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On the ninth day of the Caesars Dynasty, Zhang Jichuan and others got on the return plane. On the same day, it was time for Joulton's body to be officially buried.

After finding out the truth, Norris told Yondu where Joulton was buried.

In order to appease the angry emerging nobles, Yondu decided to quietly dig out Joulton's coffin from the place chosen by Zhang Jichuan and Norris, hold a grand funeral for him, and ordered that all nobles must attend.

Under the cloudy sky, in the noble cemetery, Yondu personally recited Joulton's eulogy:
"Yorton Batty, at the age of 33, a dynasty baron, his life was a glorious life, a legendary life..."

boom!
Norris, who hurried back to Lingdu, was wearing a black dress, and there seemed to be a thunderbolt in her mind!
Yondu's voice kept echoing in her head: 33 years old, 33 years old, 33 years old...

The autopsy results of the "Song Ci's "Winning Injustice Collection"" rented from Mr. Qingtian showed that the deceased was 31 years old...

So, it wasn't Joulton who died... Norris felt a chill in her heart.

"No wonder... no wonder Mr. Siliang felt that 'Yorton''s face was a bit strange at that time, but why was there no abnormality found in 'Song Ci's "Winning Injustice Collection"..." Norris's face became stiff little by little go down.

She was full of doubts: "Who is lying in the coffin now? Where is the real Joulton?
"By the way, Baron Joulton has been elusive for a while, what is he doing? Could it be that the real Joulton has been swapped during this period?
"If Joulton is not dead, then who is the 'Dongfanghong Satellite'?

"My God, this matter, perhaps, has just begun..."

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The rare cloudy day in August, coupled with the breeze, is refreshing and pleasant.

On the banks of the Silna River that flows through Lingdu, many people are enjoying the river breeze, drinking coffee, and enjoying the beautiful river scenery.

Clap clap! ——

However, a rush of fingers tapping on the keyboard disturbed the scenery of many people.

The tourists looked around and saw a fat man sitting in front of a coffee table with his back facing the Shirna River, frantically typing on the keyboard of his laptop.

The man had thick dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for three days, but his spirit was very high. I don't know if it was because Niu drank a whole cup of coffee.

His hair was long, but greasy, in locks like it hadn't been washed in a week.The plaid shirt on his body also seemed to have not been changed for a few days, exuding a sweaty smell.

The tourists frowned in unison, subconsciously moved further away from the man, and at the same time had some similar thoughts in their hearts:

When will the fat house be willing to go out?

What game is he playing?

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Just when the tourists felt disgusted that the presence of the man affected the river view, a tall, handsome, and stylishly dressed young woman stepped on slender high-heeled shoes and sat down opposite the man.

"Huh?" Many tourists were dumbfounded, unable to figure out why such a hot girl would face such a man.

There are obviously many empty seats around, right?

"Heh..." The beautiful woman ignored the curious and puzzled eyes of the tourists, put a mini handbag on the table, took off her sunglasses, looked at the man who was not disturbed by her, and smiled slightly, "Jiang Xiaolou Sir, it is not very polite to ask a lady out on your own initiative, but ignore her at the same time!"

"Ah?" The man heard his name, and then he looked away from the computer screen in a daze, and when he saw the woman, he hurriedly apologized with a smile, "Oh, Ms. Tang Xiaoman, please forgive me for being too involved in creation I'm in the middle...uh, well, what would you like to drink?"

"No need, I prefer tea to coffee." Tang Xiaoman shook his head, and said straight to the point, "Mr. Jiang Xiaolou, I've already read your latest novel..."

The obese man Jiang Xiaolou's eyes lit up, and he didn't care about the coffee and tea anymore. He leaned forward and asked expectantly, "Really? Do you think my writing has improved this time?"

"Of course, Mr. Jiang Xiaolou!" Tang Xiaoman said without hesitation in his praise and praise, "Your latest novel has made great progress. The completeness, complexity and logic of the story are perfect. The last reversal Even more surprising."

"Ah? Really?" Jiang Xiaolou's bloodshot eyes brightened, and a wave of affirmation appeared on his greasy face, "I, I didn't expect..."

"Of course, there are also shortcomings." Tang Xiaoman smiled slightly, and continued, "The greatest stories are often tragedies, because the most vivid and sincere emotions in life can only be expressed through tragedies, and only Only in a tragic atmosphere can the most real and complex human nature be revealed...

"Mr. Jiang Xiaolou, if your novel can be more tragic, it will be perfect."

Jiang Xiaolou seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water, his excited expression slowly disappeared, and he muttered thoughtfully: "Tragic..."

The corner of Tang Xiaoman's mouth twitched: "Of course, this is just my family's opinion, Mr. Jiang Xiaolou can ignore it."

"No, no, no..." Jiang Xiaolou quickly waved his hands, and said in a tone of great approval, "Your literary accomplishments, even your father admired it, it is my honor that you can give me serious opinions.

"Ms. Tang Xiaoman, please rest assured, I will definitely understand your guidance and create better works as soon as possible."

"Of course, I'm really looking forward to it." Tang Xiaoman said, and at the same time opened the handbag, took out something and handed it to Jiang Xiaolou, "Actually, I'm here today, in addition to discussing novels, I also have a gift for Jiang Xiaolou. Mr. Xiaolou, I wish our cooperation will be closer..."

"Gift?"

Jiang Xiaolou suspiciously picked up the thing Tang Xiaoman put on the table, checked it with the power of the soul, and a name came to mind:
"Shakespeare's quill..."

(End of this chapter)