Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 533 "Ordinary Person" Zheng Weizhong
Hearing the sounds coming from the living room, Zheng Weizhong knew that his wife had returned with friends.

Having just been caught off guard by the meeting between Chen Zhe and Lu Xiangdong, and now with the commotion outside, Zheng Weizhong was even more agitated.

Shortly after, the bedroom door was opened.

When Li Xianglan saw that her husband was home, she was startled: "You're here? I need to come in and get some clothes."

"Ah."

Zheng Weizhong groaned. They had already been sleeping in separate rooms, but some of his wife's clothes were still in the master bedroom.

Li Xianglan turned on the light, grabbed a few high-end formal suits, and was about to leave the bedroom when Zheng Weizhong suddenly said, "You should bring fewer people home in the future, it's troublesome!"

Li Xianglan understood her husband's meaning; he was worried that others would know the location of their home, so he tried every means to send gifts and ask for favors.

After all, Zheng Weizhong felt that he was not an ordinary person.

He is indeed extraordinary.

However, Li Xianglan found this kind of patriarchal thinking, so deeply rooted in officialdom and the idea that the whole world should revolve around her, particularly offensive, and couldn't help but retort:
"They are just a group of college students, a group of kids."

"What trouble could a group of college students possibly cause you?"

"One of them is my second aunt's last disciple."

Seeing his somewhat angry wife, Zheng Weizhong wanted to argue but didn't want to, but in the end he held back.

But he really wanted to tell his wife.

The biggest problem I'm facing at work right now is something a college student caused!

However, upon hearing that one of them was "Second Aunt's last disciple," Zheng Weizhong's expression softened slightly.

Zheng Weizhong has absolute faith in Professor Kwan Wing-yee's character and moral standards. If she is her student, then this worry is really unnecessary.

“I’m not talking about these college students, I’m talking about other people.”

Zheng Weizhong offered a forced explanation.

"Outside of friends who already know about my family situation, I've never mentioned it myself, nor would I bother to flaunt what you do, Mr. Zheng!"

Li Xianglan uttered a sentence, slammed the door shut, and left.

The bedroom fell silent. For a moment, Zheng Weizhong felt as if he were living in a silent vacuum, where even the dust stopped floating and forgot to fall.

A moment later, he got up and started washing up, then took out a suit and put it on.

Reporters are stationed at the Olympic command center at all times and may conduct interviews at any time, so the leaders are basically dressed in "photogenic attire".

Everything was ready, and my wife finished showering and started putting on makeup.

Several college students in the living room suddenly fell silent when they saw a middle-aged man, who was not very tall but had a very dignified expression, walk out.

It's like going to a friend's house to play, and the friend's parents suddenly show up.

Zheng Weizhong did not greet him, but simply nodded slightly to show his welcome.

Among the three women and one man, there was a girl with long, honey-colored hair, an oval face, porcelain-white skin, and eyes that shone like amber, making her exceptionally beautiful.

Even though Zheng Weizhong had met many people, he could only recall one or two reasonably beautiful figures from the depths of his distant memories.

With Zheng Weizhong's silent departure, Li Xianglan had almost finished her business.

On the way to the Pace base, Li Xianglan continued to chat with the group of young people while driving.

"Auntie Lan."

Wu Yu, sitting in the back row, asked curiously, "Was that uncle your husband? He looked so serious. What does he do?"

"He's just an ordinary person with an ordinary job."

Li Xianglan's eyes flickered, and she responded with a smile.

"Is he as ordinary as Chen Zhe?"

Wang Changhua chimed in with a grin.

Because of the old lady's description of Chen Zhe, it has recently become a running joke in the courtyard, and Wang Changhua often uses it to tease Chen Zhe.

"Well……"

Li Xianglan laughed heartily: "Then he's still a little bit better than Xiao Chen."

Perhaps because they were talking about family, or perhaps because she didn't want to talk too much about her lover, Li Xianglan took the initiative to talk about her daughter in the United States.

“Xianmei,” Li Xianglan turned to Yu Xuan in the passenger seat and said, “I sent her your photo a few days ago in an attempt to lure her back.”

"what?"

The cosplayer was taken aback: "But I don't like girls!"

"I just want to use your beauty to attract her."

Li Xianglan sighed softly: "The good news is that she's attracted to it and likes it very much; the bad news is that she finds it too troublesome, is too lazy to go back to China, and plans to wander abroad for the rest of her life."

"So you agree?"

Zhao Yuanyuan was incredibly envious. She was almost a sophomore in college, and her parents had to control how many bowls of rice she ate.

"Yes, I agree. I respect her choice."

Li Xianglan stepped on the gas, and the Porsche sped towards the base.

……

Pace Gallery’s capital base is located in the heart of the 798 Art District, a massive building spanning several thousand square meters.

Its exterior resembles a sharp slice of volcanic rock, with a jagged roof resembling geometric zigzags, and a floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall on the southeast facade.

Li Xianglan explained that the venue uses German laminated smart glass, which can gradually change its transparency according to the intensity of sunlight. At noon, the venue becomes a transparent container of light, and at dusk, it transforms into a mysterious luminous crystal.

Upon entering the base venue, my first impression was that it was spacious, and my second impression was that it was very cold, probably because the air conditioning was very strong.

On the irregular yet artistically constructed wall, framed paintings are hung, illuminated by dim yellow lights.

There weren't many tourists, and everyone was very quiet, except for a slightly noisy entrance at the other gate.

Li Xianglan asked the staff and found out that some students from the Central Academy of Fine Arts were doing sketching there.

"How can you sketch there?"

Li Xianglan frowned and asked, "Call the manager on duty today."

Soon a man walked over. He was about thirty-five years old and dressed in a very trendy style.

He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, his hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a Swatch sports watch and a stylish KITON bespoke men's suit.

"Hi, Lily."

When he arrived, his gaze fell on Yu Xuan with a look of deep amazement before he greeted Li Xianglan.

"Lily" should be Li Xianglan's English name. It seems normal for her to have an English name in an international gallery like Pace.

"William, why are the students drawing there?"

Li Xianglan questioned him without any politeness.

"Those are all my students."

William smiled slightly: "After visiting the gallery, they suddenly had an inspiration, so they started creating there. Lily, you've never been a teacher, so you don't understand how precious these inspirations need to be cherished."

Director Chen also likes to smile slightly.

However, there are also differences between the two.

Beneath Director Chen's smile lay a composure, depth, and rationality, carrying a magnanimity born of experience.

The man's smile was full of frivolity, extravagance, and mockery, like a toy painted with cheap paint—bright but unable to withstand being dropped.

Faced with the provocative tone of her subordinate, which was feigned respect, Li Xianglan did not get angry in front of other colleagues.

"Make them stop first."

Li Xianglan calmly gave the order.

"OK."

The man shrugged and backed away, saying, "But if Lily can't give me a clear reason, I'll complain to headquarters that you're stifling the creativity of young people."

"stupid guy!"

Li Xianglan muttered something under her breath.

Although both are insults, it seems that in the capital, people prefer to use "idiot" rather than "moron".

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(Two more chapters today, plus one extra chapter. Happy birthday, Orange!)
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