Genius Club.

Chapter 128 Trap

Chapter 128 Trap
Bright incandescent light shines down.

Shining on the dark red invitation.

The wax seal reflected a strange red light, making it impossible for Lin Xian to see the patterns on it.

Lin Xian remained calm and looked at Zhao Yingjun:
"For me?"

"Yes."

Zhao Yingjun's earrings reflected the incandescent light, sparkling, and her eyes were filled with smiles:

"Is it a surprise?"

"It was a bit unexpected."

Lin Xian walked forward and picked up the invitation.

When he touched this material...

I understand.

This is not an invitation letter from the Genius Club. It is completely different from the one from Zhao Yingjun.

This invitation feels more upscale and plush, not ordinary cardboard.

Lin Xian took it in front of him, looked at the emblem embossed on the sealed wax block, and immediately saw a familiar name.

East China Chamber of Commerce.

"I didn't expect that Chu Shanhe would send you an invitation as well."

Zhao Yingjun rested his elbows on the desk, supported his chin, and looked at Lin Xian:

"The most grand [Donghai Chamber of Commerce New Year Dinner] every year usually does not send invitations to people outside the chamber of commerce."

"Of course... this is not absolute. In fact, every year Chu Shanhe still sends invitations to many celebrities or big shots in the East China Sea. After all, this is his private banquet, and he can invite whoever he wants."

"But your invitation..."

Zhao Yingjun smiled and shook his head:
"I really don't understand this picture of yours. Do you have any private relationship with Chu Shanhe?"

"No."

Lin Xian himself couldn't figure it out either.

Why did Chu Shanhe send himself a dinner invitation?
He is not a member of the East China Chamber of Commerce.

Second, he is not some famous figure in the East China Sea.

San and Chu Shanhe did not have any private relationship. The only time they talked was at the celebration banquet of MX Company.

But it was only for Zhao Yingjun's sake that Chu Shanhe spoke to him.

With this little bit of face, I don't deserve this invitation.

You can't...

Is it because I became famous for flying over the overpass these days?
Certainly not.

Lin Xian rejected this stupid idea.

Chu Shanhe would never send an invitation letter to someone specifically for such a thing. That would be too ridiculous.

"I can't figure it out either."

Lin Xian shook his head:
"Could it be that you gave me one for your sake?"

"How is that possible? What are you thinking about, Lin Xian?" Zhao Yingjun lowered his head and smiled:
"How can I save face with Chu Shanhe?"

"But anyway, this invitation letter is definitely sent to you. This afternoon, someone from Shanhe Group came to the company to deliver the invitation letter to me. They gave me two directly and specifically stated that this one is yours."

"Open it and take a look."

Listen.

Lin Xian picked off the wax seal and opened the folded page.

It contains very official invitation terms.

The time and place of the Donghai Chamber of Commerce New Year's Dinner were explained.

The location is Chu Shanhe’s private club, and the time is 7 o’clock the day after tomorrow.

At the top of the invitation, the two words "Lin Xian" were written with a strong pen... Lin Xian was not sure whether these two words were written by Chu Shanhe himself, but the strokes were strong and powerful, and it seemed that he had some calligraphy skills.

“It’s quite mysterious.”

Lin Xian closed the invitation letter.

He didn't actually want to go.

He had no interest in this kind of dinner, not to mention that it was an internal dinner of the East China Chamber of Commerce... It would be embarrassing if he didn't know anyone there.

But in order to gain Zhao Yingjun's trust, he deliberately created an image in front of her of someone who was eager to succeed and wanted to make a career.

If I show no interest now... it seems a little inappropriate.

Right now, I am only one step away from becoming Zhao Yingjun's secretary, knowing the password to the office's password door, and seeing the invitation to the Genius Club. I can't let it go to waste.

"But since Chu Shanhe has sent me an invitation, it would be too disrespectful if I don't go."

Lin Xian waved the invitation letter in his hand:

"Anyway, I have nothing to do the day after tomorrow night, so I might as well go and broaden my horizons."

Zhao Yingjun nodded:

"It's a good idea to get in touch with those big shots. It will definitely help your future career."

"Then let's meet at the banquet the day after tomorrow night."

boom.

After leaving Zhao Yingjun's office, the double-layer password door behind him slammed shut.

Lin Xian curled his lips.

Has Zhao Yingjun not thought about this yet?

When exactly are I going to announce the appointment of my secretary... I'm about to go home for the New Year, so will the chance to see the invitation to the Genius Club have to wait until after the New Year?

"Probably not." Zhao Yingjun has always been efficient and never drags his feet.

Once she makes a decision, she will put it into action very quickly, probably in the next few days.

Ding----

There was a crisp sound.

The elevator door in front of me slowly opened...

……

A lakeside villa in the suburbs of Donghai.

With the faint sound of bearings turning, the intricately crafted and expensive mahogany double doors were pushed open by a pair of dry and wrinkled old hands.

Inside the house, a fair-skinned boy sat in front of a floor-to-ceiling window that took up an entire wall. The moonlight sprinkled beside him, and the fluorescent light of the laptop shone on his slender face, making the boy look like an ice sculpture covered with floating frost.

"..."

Seeing this scene, the old man was speechless:

"I think we don't need to play this cat-and-mouse game anymore... You defeated Ji Lin, and you won completely. If the mouse doesn't leave the house, the cat won't be able to catch you no matter how powerful it is."

"The only thing you have to worry about is... rats are short-lived animals. Are you trying to compete with that cat to see who can live longer? Or are you thinking that you will wait until I die before you go out to bask in the sun?"

"You're just in time, Arrogant." Ji Lin didn't look up, still staring at the laptop screen, his right middle finger constantly sliding the mouse wheel:

"I need you to do something for me."

"what's up?"

"I need an invitation to the Donghai Chamber of Commerce's New Year's Eve dinner. Are you familiar with the president of the Donghai Chamber of Commerce, Chu Shanhe?"

The old man shook his head:
"That kind of little person...is not worthy of my attention."

"Don't say that, arrogant. Didn't you also start your career in Donghai City?"

"Haha, even so, when I was prosperous in Donghai City, Chu Shanhe was just a little kid. We are not on the same level."

"Anyway, I need an invitation to the East Sea Chamber of Commerce's New Year's Eve dinner."

"Yes, it's not difficult."

The old man answered easily, not taking it seriously at all:

"Although a powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake, it's just a dinner invitation. It's not a difficult task. Just leave it to me."

"It's rare that you would ask me for something... I guess you really want to go out and catch mice this time?"

"That's about right." Ji Lin put down the mouse, stretched his arms and smiled:
"At least, it's time to say hello."

"very good."

The old man was very satisfied:
"Then I can leave Donghai without any worries. The next time we meet may be a few months later... I hope I can hear good news from you by then."

"Why did it take so long this time?" Ji Lin raised his head:

"Back to Brooklyn?"

The old man nodded:
"I do have to go back to Brooklyn for the New Year, but besides that, I have other things to do abroad. The historical confusion caused by Xu Yun's published research materials is huge... I also have a lot of work to do."

"Brooklyn, you really like this place."

"Because there...are my old friends." The old man pressed down the brim of his hat:
"We have to pay tribute to them."

"It's been many years, right? Ever since I can remember, you've been going to Brooklyn every year at this time."

"It has been many years indeed..."

The old man's voice was hoarse and full of scars from the years:
"It's much earlier than you think, Ji Lin... The winter of 1952 is... really too long ago."

"After so many years, I have actually forgotten what they look like, but I still remember the feeling of being with them... Every time I think of them, I miss them as if it were yesterday."

Ji Lin looked at the sad old man:

"I rarely hear you mention your friends. I always thought you only had Xu Yun as your friend."

"Everyone still needs a few friends, and the same goes for you, Ji Lin."

The old man opened the mahogany door with his dry hands, and the warm yellow light from the courtyard shone in, enveloping the old man in glory.

Outside the door, next to a Lincoln sedan, stood a driver in a black suit and white gloves. The car was not turned off, and it seemed that the old man did not intend to stay here for too long, but just came to say goodbye.

"By the way, Ji Lin, I have something else to tell you."

The old man turned his head, and the warm yellow light illuminated his outline, giving it a golden edge:
"I was away for so long this time, and I was worried about you, so I called [Envy] to assist you."

"Assisting or overseeing?"

"It's assistance, Ji Lin. Although I always say that you are lazy, most of those are just complaints of disappointment. In fact, I am very satisfied with you in all aspects."

"Thank you for your approval."

Ji Lin placed the Rhine Cat doll on the table, leaned against the cabinet and faced the door:

"Then can you please find someone else? I don't like [jealousy]."

"That's fine."

The old man snorted and laughed:
"[Jealous] doesn't like you either, and said the same thing as you. But this is your job, try to be friends."

Ji Lin yawned and scratched his hair:

"What about the [jealous] person?"

"I'm not talking about now... [Jealous] I can only come to Donghai to find you after the Chinese New Year."

"After the New Year?"

Ji Lin couldn't help laughing:
"Our evil organization still has annual leave? Why do we have to wait until after the New Year?"

"It would be good if you had this kind of awareness in your daily life, Ji Lin." The old man walked out of the room:

"[Jealous] wants to go back to his hometown, Hangzhou."