I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 413: Porcelain Bumping

Tomorrow is Monday, and Mr. Qian is preparing to go to the county town to seek approval from the relevant leaders.

Then, Mr. Qian suddenly remembered that other places also exhibited the same phenomenon as their commune.

Thus, if the wool processing factory could really be set up, the benefits would surely be beyond imagination.

Moreover, they had to act quickly because if other places also established wool processing factories, his might not be approved.

So, Mr. Qian wrote with his fountain pen in a steady, fluid motion, but just at that moment, someone knocked on his door. Seeing who had entered, Mr. Qian’s face instantly darkened, and through clenched teeth, he pointed toward the door, "Get out of here."

Chen Tianliang stood at the doorway, looking at Mr. Qian’s graying hair and said in a low voice, "Mr. Qian, I have official business with you."

"Then you should go find the deputy head; I won’t talk to you."

"Mr. Qian, I’d like to talk to you about the wool processing factory."

Mr. Qian’s hand gripped his fountain pen tightly, his sinister gaze sweeping over Chen Tianliang, while internally he wondered if Chen Tianliang had encountered Qiao Qingyu.

Or perhaps it was just a coincidence?

Qiao Qingyu didn’t know that right after she left, Chen Tianliang had gone to seek Mr. Qian. She sat in the jeep, driving along a concrete road toward the direction of the school.

Outside the window was now a desolate scene.

But this desolation was not the same as that of the years before; some areas were covered with wild grass, and come next spring, they would again be a green prairie.

She thought that once He Xiuyu created the seed breeding machine, Barley Grass could be mass-produced.

By then, the pace of reforestation would be greatly advanced.

And it wasn’t just about relying on machine power; it would be a combination of semi-automation and manual labor, thus requiring technical personnel.

Lost in her thoughts, Qiao Qingyu suddenly jolted back to reality when the jeep’s driver abruptly applied the brakes.

A piercing noise erupted; Qiao Qingyu, reacting promptly, clutched the backrest of the driver’s seat.

She was sitting in the back.

Dazhu’s face turned pale with fright as he saw an old lady and a woman in a wheelchair blocking the middle of the road. His heart thumped loudly against his chest as he angrily opened the door, pointed at the two people, and shouted, "Are you two crazy? What are you trying to do?"

Qiao Qingyu watched with a stern expression as Han Lishi, who had already pushed Han Liuya to the side of the road, wore a trace of coldness at the corner of her mouth.

These two really had unrepentant thieving hearts.

Why did they not continue standing by the side of the road?

They were probably worried about being hit by the big trucks coming from afar.

However, she failed to notice that apart from Han Liuya’s usual demeanor, Han Lishi’s face was ashen and looked quite terrifying.

Qiao Qingyu stepped out of the car. This was a confrontation intended for her; she couldn’t let Dazhu be involved. She looked at Han Lishi and Han Liuya, who were watching her from the roadside with a menacing stare, and said bluntly, "Han Liuya, blocking the car is useless, and trying to coerce by threatening to die is useless too. He Xiuyu is my husband; I will not leave him nor let him go to you. Better to give up on that idea early. Perhaps, out of consideration for the relationship between our families, I will overlook your shameless and disgraceful behavior of chasing us all the way here."

Dazhu, "..."

Squinting, he looked at the two people before him. With so much information and dialogue, Dazhu had conjured up an entire drama in his head.

Tsk tsk tsk, not knowing her own worth and daring to fight over a man with Qiao Qingyu.

Qiao Qingyu was a person of status in Xiaxi Commune and also his valued connection.

Therefore, Dazhu let out a snicker towards Han Liuya and followed up with a curse, "Shameless."

Han Lishi, "..."

Han Liuya, "..."

Even with mental preparation, Han Liuya had not expected Qiao Qingyu to be so bold as to speak outright about this matter.

By saying this, Han Liuya had lost her advantage; she found herself mocked and speechless.

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Qiao Qingyu looked coldly at Han Liuya, "Do you dare to say that you, Han Liuya, or Han Feng never coveted He Xiuyu? Do you dare to swear to heaven that you have no such thoughts—do you dare?"

Han Liuya’s face darkened like still waters, her lips tightly shut in silence.

What was she?

She belonged to the Mysticism Sect, and these beliefs were what she held most sacred; of course, she dared not make such a poisonous oath.

Because she indeed came for He Xiuyu.

Of course, there was another reason: she was far too enamored with Qiao Qingyu’s body.

If she couldn’t take it over, she would truly be restless.

But no matter how many times she tried, it had all been in vain.

Today could be considered an accident or a coincidence; Han Liuya had sensed Qiao Qingyu’s presence from a distance by the roadside, so she knew Qiao Qingyu must be arriving by car in their direction.

But in the urgency of the moment, she could only hastily decide to crash into it head-on.

Deliberately causing a car accident, Han Lishi would then run to the roadside at the moment of the collision, and then Han Liuya would seize the opportunity for her soul to leave her body and pounce on Qiao Qingyu.

No matter who was beside her, no matter what protections Qiao Qingyu had, today seemed to be fated, so success was assured.

But who could have predicted that the driver would brake in time, leaving Qiao Qingyu without a scratch? The driver was from the Xiaxi Commune, and Qiao Qingyu was the sole passenger—a perfect opportunity to take over her body.

But—

For some reason, her Soul Separation Technique failed once again, and what was worse, it seemed as if her grandmother’s hand had been fixed to the handle of the wheelchair.

Had they not stopped the car, would she and her grandmother have been struck?

If it had been any other day, Han Liuya would have scoffed at such thoughts, but today she dared not, not even daring to make that poisonous oath.

But what a shame to waste such a great opportunity.

Han Liuya glared venomously at Qiao Qingyu, gripping the sides of the wheelchair, and barreled toward Qiao Qingyu’s direction, but it seemed Qiao Qingyu was already prepared, pulling Dazhu, who was still stunned, off to the side to dodge.

Dazhu cursed angrily, "You crazy woman, I’m going to call the police on you. You failed to hit us once, and now you’re trying for a sham crash again; do you really think I’m a pushover?"

Only then did Han Liuya turn her gaze to Dazhu; whatever she thought remained unknown as she came to a stop.

Qiao Qingyu couldn’t be bothered to deal with her; she pulled open the car door directly, climbed into the driver’s seat, and smiled at the still-dazed Dazhu, "Get in, I’ll drive."

She would drive to prevent Han Lishi and Han Liuya from rushing at them again, or perhaps she simply did not care; it remained to be seen whether the two would dare a direct confrontation.

By the time Dazhu snapped out of his shock, he hurriedly said, "How can you drive?"

He didn’t remember Qiao Qingyu knowing how to drive a Jeep, but he knew she could drive a tractor.

"Why can’t I drive?"

"You’re a tractor driver!"

Qiao Qingyu retorted, "Aren’t you, too?"

Dazhu, "..."

Dazhu readily climbed into the car, and without a single glance back at the grandmother and granddaughter, Qiao Qingyu started the Jeep and left them in the dust.

And this time, Han Lishi and Han Liuya truly did not dare to halt the Jeep’s progress again.