Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

Fire ignites instantly.

It spread rapidly upwards along the red curtain.

Flames also appeared on the curtains on the walls of the Half-Bridge Pavilion.

Jin Yuanyuan was so anxious that she even tried to reach out and tear down the red curtain, but she was not strong enough.

Chen Dali followed closely behind, pulling her behind him. "Danger!"

He also tried to pull the curtains down, but they were wrapped too tightly and he couldn't get them off for a while.

Soon, Zhao Zhuoran ran over with a fire extinguisher.

Several other security guards ran over from other directions, all carrying fire extinguishers.

After a series of hissing sounds, the small flame on the curtain was finally extinguished.

In the end, Chen Dali bravely tore down the curtain from the wall, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it a few times to put out the fire.

With the help of security personnel, the fire was finally extinguished after being stomped on dozens of times.

The entire process took less than three minutes, with no casualties and the overall situation remaining stable.

Then, everyone's attention was focused on the million-dollar perfume collection.

Jin Yuanyuan stepped through the foam into the pavilion and squatted down to look at the spot where the open flame had burned.

The cardboard box was charred in a few places by the sparks, but the packaging boxes and perfume samples inside were undamaged.

Just as everyone was secretly relieved, Director Gao, who had returned, shouted and ran into the pavilion, squatting down in front of the wall and anxiously saying, "What are we going to do? It's all burned black! What are we going to do?"

Jin Yuanyuan carefully stepped over the foam again and saw that the mural in the pavilion, which was originally covered by red curtains, had turned black in a large area.

This ancient painting is quite evocative, sketching a bamboo forest with just a few simple strokes. After looking at it for a while, you can feel as if you are actually there. It must be the work of a master.

"Is this an antique painting?" Daisy asked softly. "Is it very expensive?"

"This is a house from the Qing Dynasty, we can't afford to pay for it." Lan Xiaohui became nervous.

"Jin Yuanyuan, I have repeatedly asked you to pay attention to fire and electricity safety. What are you doing? I was only gone for a short while, how did you burn down half of the pavilion? Tell me, what are we going to do?" Director Gao's voice became shrill, which frightened Daisy and Lan Xiaohui into moving back as much as possible to hide themselves.

Only Jin Yuanyuan squatted down, touched the charred area—about the size of three A4 sheets of paper—and asked, "Can it be repainted?"

"These were repainted by experts from the ancient architecture team! Can you even do it?" Director Gao was about to lose control. "There's an unveiling ceremony here tomorrow, what am I supposed to do?"

"I can't draw it," Jin Yuanyuan said honestly. "Then if there's compensation, how much?"

"This isn't about losing money; it's about the terrible impact. Tomorrow, hundreds of media outlets will be coming to film and promote the renovation of Zhuqi Manor. Now it's all so dark and gloomy. What am I supposed to say?" Director Gao's balding hair became messy again.

"Then let my dad draw another one," Jin Yuanyuan suddenly said, leaving everyone present stunned.

Director Gao's eyes widened, thinking he'd misheard, and he asked again, "Do you know what this is? It's an ancient building! It's an ancient painting!"

"Isn't it just a restoration on the original site? The wood and decorations were all made by people now. It would be fine if my dad came over and painted them again, right?" Jin Yuanyuan was quite serious.

"This is an ancient building!" Director Gao shouted again.

"Yeah, I know." Jin Yuanyuan rubbed her ears, stepped over the mess, and slowly moved out of the half-pavilion. She took out her phone and made a call: "Oh, Dad, are you still here? Can you come over for a bit? Take your toolbox... Hey, I just burned a part of the half-pavilion black. Hurry up and draw it back on. I saw you only drew a bunch of bamboo before... Well, just draw it again, hurry up, my activity is about to start!"

After hanging up the phone, she said to Director Gao, "I'm so sorry, it will be repaired right away. Don't worry, it will be exactly the same as before."

"Jin Yuanyuan, what are you doing?" Director Gao was already covered in sweat.

"Don't rush, don't rush, let's tidy up first. Chen Dali, help clean up." Jin Yuanyuan had returned to normal, and holding onto the pillar of the pavilion, she began to direct everyone to work.

"Daisy, count the number. Lan Xiaohui, go find a large cloth over the main stage and cover the plaque. Everyone else, if you're not busy, go about your business."

"Team Leader Jin." Zhao Zhuoran stood to the side, still holding a fire extinguisher.

"What's wrong?" Jin Yuanyuan looked at him. "Nothing, nothing. You go ahead and get ready."

"Oh, my situation is simple. I was just wondering if you should call the police? Maybe someone set this on fire?" Zhao Zhuoran suggested.

"Why?" Jin Yuanyuan was taken aback.

"I just felt that the fire started very suddenly. We should have all seen it explode instantly. I think it was a cold firework, but it can still ignite things. There are a lot of people here today, so we should be extra careful."

"But if we call the police now, the event can't go on. Do you know how much compensation our company will have to pay?" Jin Yuanyuan disagreed.

"What if someone throws another cold firework at us?" Zhao Zhuoran asked, still worried.

"I have a hundred security guards!" Jin Yuanyuan said, her words still somewhat hesitant.

"I'm not questioning your security capabilities, I just want to prevent any further incidents. You could quietly call the police and let them investigate. There are security cameras there; they might be able to find something. The event will certainly continue; we'll be prepared."

"Okay." Jin Yuanyuan didn't hesitate, but Director Gao hesitated. "Wait a minute, let me think about this again."

"Why?" Zhao Zhuoran asked, somewhat confused. "The scene needs to be protected; we can't let it be damaged."

"No, the opening ceremony is tomorrow," Director Gao stopped me again. "Getting it repaired as soon as possible is the most important thing."

"However, I think Zhao Zhuoran has a point." Jin Yuanyuan looked at Director Gao. "What if someone really did set the fire? Even if it was an accident, we can't let that person get away with it. After all, it almost caused a serious accident."

As the situation reached a stalemate, several men dressed in the uniforms of a Hangzhou ancient architecture team approached. The leader, a very refined and scholarly man wearing tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses, asked gently, "Yuanyuan, what trouble have you gotten into this time?"

"Teacher Jin?" Director Gao was very surprised.

"Dad," Jin Yuanyuan said, pointing to the dark area without even looking at the man, "the curtains were burned, and that side got a bit charred. You can fix it. I think you painted it; it's bamboo from the Qing Dynasty. Paint some more, make it denser."

"Isn't this ridiculous? This is based on Gao Shiqi's painting, how can you change it so easily?" Teacher Jin's face hardened.

"What's wrong with that? His painting was on a scroll; you just moved it to the wall. It's perfectly normal to make changes!" Jin Yuanyuan said dismissively. "If you want me to verify it, I can give you a reasonable explanation. Dad, time is short and the task is urgent, so please hurry up."

"I'll take a look first," said Teacher Jin, carrying her toolbox as she walked over.

Director Gao followed behind him, then turned to Jin Yuanyuan and asked, "Is Teacher Jin Yuanbao from the Ancient Architecture Team your father?"

"Oh, right." Jin Yuanyuan was quite proud of herself. "Don't worry, he put the painting there, so it can naturally be repaired."

"I believe you, I'm relieved." Director Gao nodded repeatedly. "I knew it! Our Director Li agreed to rent this venue to you. I see. By the way, this Zhuqi Manor was indeed renovated by your father over three years; it was truly a remarkable achievement..."

"Mmm." Jin Yuanyuan simply nodded, without explaining much about the matter.