Speech draft?
So that's what I was supposed to prepare! Understanding the so-called outstanding alumni speech activity, Hibiscus frowned slightly but imdiately stopped caring. What was impromptu speaking? Having seen big scenes, she wouldn't be stage-frightened by this level.
She generously stated that besides these snow-fight-dampened clothes, she had no preparation but would sign a 50 million check on the spot.
The principal was slightly stunned and smiled: "No problem, young people are unconstrained, focusing on work leads to success."
"You're absolutely right."
Seeing the old and young smiling at each other, Nan Zhiyi couldn't help covering her forehead. After reaching the deal, the supposedly great educator Zhang in publicity only offered agreent. No choice—so many mouths waiting to eat, what harm in slightly bowing heads? Plus such skilled performance probably ant seeking help from more than one alumnus. Really hard on the principal—judging by his smile curve, probably their Boss Mu was most generous.
In a sense, Magical Girl Hyacinth's money counted as windfall gains—with magic as backup, truly regarded as dirt.
For the principal, 50 million was jaw-dropping; little did he know it could be earned back in days.
She kicked Hibiscus's heel making the latter restrain impropriety and scratch her head. Then Nan Zhiyi handed over thick sheets of elegant handwriting. As expected—she'd written two copies from the start.
"Can you read handwriting?"
"You think I copied how much of your howork? Piece of cake."
Since the speech draft interlude was resolved, the principal naturally led both to participate in this activity. Not just them—other alumni also gathered for this occasion.
Following procedures made Hibiscus feel lackluster—nothing but fixed social pleasantries. Having seen plenty during European trips, she handled them smoothly, everyone establishing nodding acquaintances. At least no longer strangers, perhaps we could help each other later.
As this event's largest donor, she naturally attracted attention with everyone greeting and networking—a harmonious scene.
She even saw Li Congzhou. Sure enough, the Disaster Beast Counterasure Bureau branch director looked exhausted—imaginably hadn't rested since catastrophic events. Though this guy once distanced himself from Jin Ruochu and Jin Yulu under pressure, he was effective when working. Already taught lessons, both sides had no grudges.
A bunch of boring people.
Hibiscus quickly lost interest, sitting in a banquet corner. Unexpectedly, a suited man slowly sat opposite—tall figure, slightly weathered face yet spirited.
Nobody in Ningfeng Harbor wouldn't recognize Boss Jin Changfeng—actually eting here.
He politely nodded and greeted with opening remarks: "Long admired your reputation. Actually I've always wanted to et my daughter's boss."
"Don't dare accept such praise. Actually I've relied on Miss Jin longer—thanks to your cultivation, her insight, ability, and experience gave us much help during our team's founding stage." Hibiscus spoke truthfully.
"Of course, she's my pride."
"Also thanks for your company's series of help to us."
The silver-haired girl spoke increasingly unlike her usual style. Having experienced bloody storms, she was sowhat nervous, feeling weird discussing Jin Ruochu with her father. His tone was peaceful but eyes held slight reproach, as if she'd done sothing wrong. Through origin sensing, Hibiscus confird Jin Changfeng vaguely suspected Church matters, but with his intelligence wouldn't expose things in crowded places.
This person believed in mysterious tacit understanding—very smart yet preferring to play dumb while often performing for subordinates. Obviously the source of the unlucky Young Miss's crazy streak.
"...Jin Ruochu is helping manage financial reports. Having free ti and hearing you'd participate, ca to see your character."
Hibiscus smiled as before.
Jin Changfeng said seriously: "Seeing you at first glance, I understood—we're not from the sa world, lacking common language. We've cooperated closely for long, unfortunately limited to cooperation. If I were younger, perhaps I'd enjoy inquiring more."
"Seems large-scale bottom-fishing acquisitions after catastrophic battles are quite tiring."
"Your guess is accurate. Previously I most enjoyed that rapid expansion feeling—now blood can't boil anymore, making realize indeed years spare no one."
"I think Mr. Jin's age is still very young for top entrepreneurs and politicians."
After all, not yet 50 wasn't elderly.
In originals, the protagonist's father lived past the final chapter. As a background character, he counted as blessed with great fortune—perhaps Jin Ruochu's favor.
"Bla yourselves for growing too fast, making seem useless." He joked: "I've always supported enthusiasm with thoughts of accumulating family business for you kids to keep ssing around a few more years. Result: you advance rapidly, tis change too fast. If I don't accept age, I'll definitely make mistakes."
"When soone refuses to accept sothing and desperately tries proving it, they'll definitely take a big fall. I need to steady myself, cultivate character seeking stability."
"Young people go ahead and ss around—I support your decisions."
Speaking, Jin Changfeng raised his wine glass, lightly clinking with Hibiscus before draining it heartily.
Said what needed saying.
Words about being careful or promising help he buried deep since that was a field he completely didn't understand. Children would speak up if troubled; if not, don't interfere lest busy work err. By now, Jin Changfeng could only express unwavering support.
Not far away, Nan Zhiyi strode over with sowhat aggressive air—after all, she didn't want her childhood friend bothered by so random old man.
Looking closely, it was actually one of the company's great benefactors. Seeing this, the girl restrained her manner and smiled greeting: "Hello."
"...I often hear evaluations of you from Jin Ruochu: a multi-talented person good at coordinating various affairs, naturally gifted. You both look very spirited, so I'm relieved. Though many voices think your company rose from nouveau riche origins, speaking of facing new eras, you actually have the deepest qualifications."
Jin Changfeng looked deeply at them before rising.
eting once satisfied him.
Everyone knew the Salvation Church was elusive, especially throughout the second half of the year with almost constant active presence. Finally getting vacation ti for a few words—performance was good, quite reliable.
"Additionally, Ms. Pasha recently invited to invest in magical girl foundations—high levels are preparing to establish related institutions."
Finishing, Jin Changfeng waved farewell as if they were complete strangers, but his information was priceless.
Ring ring!
Suddenly Hibiscus's phone chid with alerts. Jin Ruochu's urgent voice ca through: "Hey, do you have TV there? Quick, switch to Fox News—Senator Miller submitted bills protecting magical girl information—"
Hearing Jin Ruochu's report, Hibiscus was stunned. The news was explosive—so where was there TV?
Before she could ask, beside her Nan Zhiyi grabbed her, leaving the banquet hall for an empty classroom, turning on the TV and switching to Fox News. Worthy of good students—at least not completely unfamiliar with school.
On screen was a suited, gray-templed middle-aged man—Miller himself, beside his wife and nurous staff plus large audiences.
The scene was a speech, appearing grand.
He displayed submitted proposals and announced promoting legislation in this field...
Content was lackluster—nothing but high-sounding words. For Hibiscus and others, not bringing out legal clause details equaled hot air—fooling whom? Most important was significance: official forces silent since Los Angeles battles issued public opinion probes—first moves in place.
Beep!
Phone showed busy signals. anwhile Nan Zhiyi also received ssages and connected: "Hello? Captain Jin, okay, return quickly. We'll gather at the company."
Hibiscus ended communication with Jin Ruochu. Without extra instructions, they'd agreed that during ergencies, they'd discuss at the company.
Not choosing headquarters was for safety—try avoiding frequent spatial teleportation.
Both didn't leave hastily, completing necessary courtesies. They then chatted more and photographed with principals, excellent students, and alumni before leaving. Reporters wanting to cover "50 million level donations" ca up empty, unable to interview the person herself—quite regrettable. Of course, this didn't an news articles couldn't be written—just add titles like "indifferent to fa and fortune," fitting cultural narrative values everyone had always recognized.
One hour later.
Five-Color Narcissus Pharmaceutical Company Chairman's office.
Salvation Church's four high-level mbers gathered, sitting together before the TV watching seriously. Though Miller's speech ended, subsequent dia interpretations were equally important—a superpower's attitude had to be considered:
"This station's exclusive interview with Senator Miller indicates currently only staying at appealing for non-profit organization establishnt, won't rise to political heights"
"Analysis suggests so-called bills are rely public opinion probes, can't be viewed as future Managent Bureau construction plans"
"Sources say Eagle Company experintal laboratory case preserved materials severely damaged"
"Regarding Senator Miller's move, criticism abounds—aren't we busy enough handling Catastrophic Disaster Beast remnants? If opening confrontational relationships with the Church will brew evil consequences, should maintain status quo. We don't want opening another front"
"rcenary Alliance Deputy Director Burr gave high evaluation to the Church..."
Official attitudes were very divided.
If they really planned strong asures, should desperately recover original information and organize force. Of course impossible, plus even distant shouting seed weak.
As discussion focal points, Church's four high-level mbers were instead confused—didn't you guys discuss things before making noise? From dia perspectives, seed hotly hyped, but in parties' eyes, no threat—performing behavioral art here? So Senator Miller might have other considerations, using flag-waving as ans.
Hibiscus concluded: "I sense little seriousness—don't rule out proposers having personal considerations deliberately expanding influence."
"Speaking of which, are those magical girls' materials all handled?" Nan Zhiyi asked.
"When Dr. Mu and Quincy fought, half were destroyed, plus I deliberately cursed the information—at least very hard using those waste papers." Jin Ruochu's answer left no doubt.
Fortune and Misfortune magic as convenient as always.
"Everyone wait—just watching the news won't work. My brother works at North Arican subsidiaries and should know so information. Let inquire."
The pink-haired girl took her phone to the balcony while three in the room continued thinking.
Jin Yulu suggested: "Rather than wildest imagination, better practical contact. Instructor, send to et him."
Hibiscus shook her head.
"Situation unclear—what if it's a trap? I can't rashly dispatch people without confirming basic intelligence. Plus I have another plan. Try staying low-key, don't enter too many people's sight. Soon rcenary companies will clash with regular armies at certain scales, consuming each other's strength. The more such tis, the more we should stay calm. Don't worry—I'll also inquire about this matter."
Hearing this, Nan Zhiyi and Jin Yulu's expressions eased. They both knew Hibiscus's "inquiring" was different.
When in doubt, prophecy—so far Magical Girl Hyacinth's foresight surpassed even specialized relics, always protecting the Church. Though both knew costs were definitely high, if she didn't speak up, no need to worry.
Currently critical yet critical, ignorable yet ignorable.
Monts later, Nan Zhiyi suddenly murmured: "Is there a possibility that actually Senator Miller considered being prophesied, then the Church would act accordingly?"
New angle!
Seeing this, Jin Yulu and Hibiscus both showed curiosity. Thinking carefully made sense—after all, several major battles confird Hyacinth as prophet, seer, astrologer, etc. Previously she'd refute such claims; now too lazy to clarify. So opponents might think using this as premise.
When facing prophets jumping around, definitely not for suicide—probably attempting to convey information targeting only prophets.
The silver-haired girl scratched her head thinking she really wasn't.
Actually as ti passed, many historical events changed, making original references increasingly less valuable. True expense lay in understanding key people and items for each event—this counted as prophecy? Well, perhaps more convenient in so people's eyes. Like "Prophecy Books" seeming far-sighted but actually operating as black boxes—if additionally providing causes, consequences, contexts, character backgrounds, would count as divine artifacts.
Hibiscus thought contact was indeed possible but not now—might as well let things fernt.
"Clues ca—"
Jin Ruochu returning from balcony calls excitedly said: "Many rcenary companies are quite dissatisfied with Senator Miller, secretly arguing whether to assassinate."
Nan Zhiyi suddenly understood: "Information we can gather, he definitely knows better—so Miller must self-preserve."
"Additionally, your left-behind flaws had reactions. Actually so companies placing fitness advertisents weren't clean—this part received his investigation. Question is how ordinary people know fitness ads are wrong... could Miller be a magical girl?"
Jin Ruochu's sudden lively atmosphere comnt left three speechless.
Worthy of you.
Now at least explained one thing: opponents attempted contacting the Salvation Church. This perhaps blad them for never leaving communication channels.
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