After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 210 Differential Treatment
The chaotic day was not over yet.

Just as Jiang Shu walked out of the ward again and met up with the others, Feng Li's No. 2 medicinal herb base on an island in Country M was bombed!
"Are those Japanese devils still not done yet?" Feng Li's peach blossom eyes were cold as he gently hugged Jiang Shu. "Wait until I go back and wreak havoc! Let Madam Jiang wait and see. I'll twist the head off the instigator and let her kick it like a ball."

"..." Jiang Shu always valued the medicinal herb base more than men, and was even more agitated than him. "Go quickly! Try to save as many medicinal herbs as possible!"

Feng Li snorted: "Scumbag woman!"

A plane was immediately arranged to fly directly to the base in Country M.

Ning Yunzhan exclaimed, "The Crown Prince seems a bit anxious today. I remember when you bombed his more important No. 1 medicinal herb base, Li Yubai, his reaction was very calm."

Li Yubai hummed in agreement: "Perhaps there's something important to him at Base 2."

"Will there be any danger?" Jiang Shu asked with a hint of worry.

“There will definitely be dangers, but men like challenges and are willing to face difficulties.” Ning Yunzhan looked at Jiang Shu. “Of course, if our benefactor prefers a stable life, we can provide that.”

"Stop joking around. Remember to keep the bracelets I gave you with you at all times, and be careful." Jiang Shu pointed to her chest. "I've been having some bad feelings lately, like our peaceful life is about to shatter..."

“Your mood is affected by Madam Jiang’s illness. Don’t worry, everything will be alright.” Li Yubai patted her head.

"Hmm." Jiang Shu suddenly looked at him. "I sent you a message before inviting you—"

“I refuse,” Li Yubai replied seriously.

Jiang Shu hesitated for a moment: "What if I told you that I might be your long-lost sister, would you still refuse to have a DNA test?"

Li Yubai remained silent.

Beside her, Yan Yu said thoughtfully, "There's always been a rumor in the Li family that the heads of the Li family have never been sick, nor have they ever allowed their blood to be drawn. Sister, it seems that although Li Yubai treats you like his whole world, he's actually unwilling to make any exceptions for you!"

Ning Yunzhan smiled slightly: "Perhaps, there's a secret in our blood?"

"Family precepts and rules are not to be disobeyed." Li Yubai invited Ning Yunzhan, "Would you like to get a blood test? I recently accidentally accessed the global DNA database and found that your data wasn't there. Maybe there are more secrets in your blood?"

Ning Yunzhan said "Oh": "I'm just used to being cautious. If my patron is curious, she can explore my whole body without any resistance."

“I’m not interested in exploring you! I’m more curious about my own identity.” Jiang Shu looked at the group. “Otherwise, you can come with me to find a medical professor, have them draw my blood, and then you can help me search the global DNA database for a matching DNA trait related to me?”

"No." This time, Li Yubai and Ning Yunzhan both refused.

Beside him, Yan Yu looked surprised: "It's just a blood draw, why are you two reacting so strongly?"

“We feel bad about the blood draw. We still have the hair follicle samples from when you and Guan Muyun were verifying your DNA. I can use those to help you with the DNA matching,” Li Yubai explained gently.

Ning Yunzhan agreed: "The medical professors will all be going into the lab to analyze the virus. They really shouldn't have their resources wasted on other trivial matters. What do you say, sir?"

Jiang Shu's emotions subsided when she thought of the virus on Jiang Liuyun's body and the hurtful words she had spoken to her when she left the ward.
"Never mind, I'll deal with my own problems later. The most important thing right now is to get my mother treated." In the afternoon, Yan Yu took Jiang Shu to school to cancel her leave and accompanied her to the finance department to apply for funding for the micro-drama club.

Li Yubai and Ning Yunzhan rode home together in the same car.

Li Yubai asked casually, "You seem to mind her having her blood drawn?"

"You're the one who minds. I was just... adding fuel to the fire." Ning Yunzhan stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable. "I know everything you did was for the good of our benefactor." (Imperial Capital Film Academy, Finance Department)

The finance minister pushed up his glasses and looked at Jiang Shu: "Your drama, 'The Richest Man's White Moonlight,' has caused a lot of controversy. We still need to hold a meeting to discuss the specific amount of funding."

Jiang Shu said "Oh," and then added, "The amount we reported didn't exceed the limit. Can I know the specific reason why your program is stuck?"

The finance minister said in a gentle voice, “Jiang Shu, the principal and I have great confidence in your abilities. However, this short drama involves another work called ‘The Story of a Fallen City’. You should have been aware of it. Although ‘The Story of a Fallen City’ has been completely removed from the shelves, it is still being banned in various ways. Our school alone has been implicated and had more than ten major projects blocked by the Crown Prince of FY.”

"The Chronicles of a Fallen City was an accident," Jiang Shu assured. "Our other videos will never be like this."

"What guarantees do you have?" the finance minister asked tentatively. "I know you have the Crown Prince and Ning Yunzhan backing you. Can you also smooth things over with Li Yubai and Yan Yu?"

“Yes.” Jiang Shu pointed to the masked boy waiting obediently under a large banyan tree outside the window. “Yan Yu is right there. Why don’t you talk to him in person?”

The finance minister took a deep breath: "Could you also get a TO visa for my daughter?"

……

Holding the signed grant application, Jiang Shu went to her professor in the directing department to cancel her leave.

The teacher frowned deeply: "You took a week off before, remember to find a classmate to help you catch up on the lessons."

Jiang Shu nodded and looked at him: "Is my teacher unhappy that I asked for leave?"

"It has nothing to do with you. It's about the exchange students from Misty Continent." The teacher pinched the bridge of his nose. "A little-known college insists on having an exchange program with our department. I don't know what's wrong with the higher-ups, but they insist that we do what they want."

"The Misty Continent?" A thought stirred within him.

The teacher nodded in distress: "In the past few days, more than twenty people from our department have applied for exchange student positions, but without exception, as soon as I submitted my information, I was rejected by the Holy Spirit College. They said it didn't meet their aesthetic standards. Pah! Just like when Chaomu rejected the anchor!"

"..." Jiang Shu thought for a moment, "How about I give it a try?"

"Let's give it a try. The result is about the same. I really don't know what kind of person meets their requirements." The teacher handed her a personal information form. "Fill out this information first and I'll send it over."

Jiang Shu looked at the densely packed form that seemed to have dug up her ancestors for eighteen generations, wrote her name, pasted a photo on it, and handed it to the teacher.

The teacher frowned: "If you just write your name and paste a photo, and leave everything else blank, then you have even less chance."

He took out a thick stack of forms filled with dense writing and showed them to her: "The other students filled them all out, but the other party wasn't satisfied."

Jiang Shu hummed in agreement: "I'm just giving it a try, I don't have high hopes, and I didn't really want to go."

The teacher uploaded her information form and then sent it to an overseas email address: "Okay, just wait, you'll receive a rejection email from them in ten minutes at most."

The moment I finished speaking, my email beeped. And it went on and on, several times in a row.

"The rejection email came so quickly today? It was only sent five or six seconds ago..." the teacher muttered to himself as he opened the email.

My inbox was flooded with a string of firework emojis, followed by several large, bold Chinese characters:
"A warm welcome to Jiang Shu! Would you like us to arrange a plane to pick you up?"