Chapter 495: 495 Crazy face-slapping! [1 update] Chapter 495: 495 Crazy face-slapping! [1 update] This urgent news broadcast was extrely chaotic, as even the presenter stumbled over several words, mispronouncing a few.
At this mont, everyone watching the Global Center’s major TV stations heard the news crystal clear.
There was an uproar.
They had thought that so serious incident was about to happen at the Global Center, but who could have imagined it was just about a heritage application?
An issue like this wouldn’t even be discussed at the Roundtable Conference convened at the Heaven-reaching Tower in the Global Center.
Moreover, the conditions for an ergency news insertion are very strict; it must perfectly fit the word “urgent” and receive approval from the Global Center’s headquarters.
But this news about the cancellation of Southern Ming Principality’s heritage application, where does it have any connection to the word “urgent”?
Has the Global Center’s headquarters lost its mind?
Of course, the Global Center’s headquarters hadn’t lost its mind; it just received enough investnts.
[World’s Richest]: It’s done.
[Cultured Person]: It still has to be Rich Sister. Once Rich Sister steps in, even the Global Center’s headquarters has to greet her with a smile.
[Ghostbuster Bro]: Was this urgent news engineered by Rich Sister? I was wondering why the promotional event I was watching on TV suddenly got interrupted.
[World’s Richest]: Do you have a problem?
[Ghostbuster Bro]: No problem, of course no problem. Sister YN’s affairs are as urgent as it gets!
[YN]: The effect is very good, thank you Little Keli.
Wen Chaosheng, reading the text “Little Keli,” secretly wiped off a bead of sweat.
Even as the Clan Leader of the Constans Family, one would not dare to call Christine “Little Keli.”
Only Ye Wanlan would dare to do so.
He continued to watch the promotional event for “Annus Mirabilis,” chewing on sunflower seeds.
Clearly, even the event site had quieted down due to this news, as reporters whispered to each other, frequently glancing at Ye Huifen on stage who was still unaware of what was happening.
“Miss Ye Huifen, are you aware of the news just broadcasted by the World Cultural Heritage Center?” A reporter eagerly extended the microphone, “What do you have to say about Southern Ming Principality not being allowed to use Shenzhou’s traditions as a heritage application by any ans?”
Ye Huifen, attending a promotional event on stage, naturally hadn’t known about the live broadcast being cut off for this urgent news.
The reporter’s question visibly displeased her: “Do you have a deal with Sheng Entertainnt? I’ll say it again, the Lantern Festival belongs to Southern Ming Principality!”
“Miss Ye, this is the news just released by the official website of the World Cultural Heritage Center.” Another reporter held up their phone, “Your application for heritage status has been canceled.”
Ye Huifen’s complexion turned pale in an instant; she simply couldn’t believe it.
As a person of Southern Ming Principality, she certainly wouldn’t pay attention to Shenzhou’s history.
From childhood, she was instilled with the notion—
The history of Southern Ming Principality is long and has made great contributions to human civilization, while Shenzhou had already declined and simply couldn’t compare to Southern Ming Principality.
Moreover, over the years, Southern Ming Principality had continuously applied for and had been approved for nurous intangible cultural heritages by the Heritage Application Organization, which further boosted Ye Huifen’s confidence.
Self-deception, over ti, can turn falsehood into truth.
But now…
A third reporter stepped forward, asking word by word: “The World Cultural Heritage Center says that one cannot use another country’s traditional culture for heritage applications by any ans. Do you still believe the Lantern Festival belongs to Southern Ming Principality?”
Ye Huifen stiffened, her voice trembling: “The Lantern Festival is, is…”
However, she simply couldn’t finish her sentence.
But as more and more reporters pushed their microphones forward, pressing her, Ye Huifen seed unable to bear the pressure any longer and shouted, overwheld, “Don’t ask anymore, I don’t know, I don’t know!”
Ignoring the live broadcast, she ran off the stage.
And all of this was captured by the caras.
Ye Huifen was not an artist at the Global Center, so the dia of the Global Center naturally wouldn’t show her any rcy.
As proud as she was before, she was now equally distressed.
[Shocking turn of events! I’m starting to suspect soone is helping Shenzhou.]
[Should we ask MN Agency to pull Ye Huifen’s dramas off the shelf now? You guys can’t prove the Lantern Festival originated in Southern Ming Principality anymore, right?]
“Hey, you may not have it, but we do,” any visitor to the Yunjing Museum knows that many lanterns are on display in the Yong Dynasty sections. You really have to admire the ancient craftsmanship; without machinery, they were still able to create such exquisite items.”
“Has the leadership at the World Cultural Heritage Center changed? I rember a few years ago they were saying that as long as you have the paperwork, you could apply, their attitude was so firm!”
anwhile, in Yunjing.
After watching the news, Curator Xiang snorted coldly, “Shaoyu, you donate so money and I’ll make sure these lanterns go on a global tour. Let’s show them where the Lantern Festival really originated from!”
“Consider it done,” Xiang Shaoyu nodded, “Uncle, I’ll also provide you with a guard team. Otherwise, I’m afraid these lanterns might get stolen once you take them out.”
Curator Xiang was even more furious, “Who dares to steal? I’d slap them away!”
Xiang Shaoyu coughed lightly and remained silent, instructing Steward Xiang to imdiately dispatch a guard team.
**
Two days later, in Jiangcheng, the Lin Family Old House.
Ye Wanlan arrived carrying her luggage with Hua Yingyue and Xie Linyuan following.
Seeing her, Lin Huaijin showed a hint of surprise, “You won’t be leaving for the next ten days to half a month, will you?”
“No,” Ye Wanlan smiled, “After the high school exams, we can go to Yunjing together.”
Pulling the Sky Company had officially taken root in Yunjing, venturing into greater ambitions.
“Great, great,” Lin Huaijin was pleased, “I’ve recently learned quite a few new dishes, just waiting for you to co ho so that I can help you regain your strength.”
Khor Peiqing smiled and said, “Ah Lan, your uncle here has been waiting for this mont, and Wenli thinks of you every day.”
“Speaking of Wenli,” Ye Wanlan turned her head and raised an eyebrow at Lin Wenli, “I brought sothing back for you this trip.”
Lin Wenli was taken aback, his lips pressed together, “Sister, I don’t lack anything; having you back is enough.”
“Then I definitely brought the right thing,” Ye Wanlan said deliberately, “It’s a sword, perfect for your self-defense.”
Lin Wenli’s expression brightened as he received the sword, and a rare joy appeared on his usually stoic face.
Hua Yingyue rested her chin on her hand, thoughtful, “If the Young Emperor were here and saw you’ve got another brother, he would surely make a fuss.”
The Young Emperor she referred to was naturally Emperor Yongshun, Xiang Chen.
ntioning Xiang Chen, Ye Wanlan suddenly fell silent.
“The death of a ruler ans the fall of his state.”
These five words were easy to say and write, but truly difficult to achieve.
There had been so many outstanding emperors in the history of Shenzhou, like the founding emperor of the Shun Dynasty who first unified Shenzhou, and the founding emperor of the Yong Dynasty who expanded Shenzhou’s territory…
Certainly, Xiang Chen could not be compared to the Grand Ancestor Zhaozong. As the last emperor of the Ning Dynasty, he was far from ordinary.
Ye Wanlan took a gentle breath and murmured, “If I could see him again, I’d prepare so many gifts for him.”
Hua Yingyue placed her hand on her shoulder, her voice confident, “You will, Ah Lan, surely you will.”
**
anwhile, in Yunjing, the Lin Family.
Lin Zhushuang looked indifferently at the woman in front of her, “You’re rushing to find ; what is it about?”
“Supre Elder, there is less than half a month left until the annual high school assessnt begins,” the woman said reverently, “That’s why I ca to you.”
“The Shenzhou High School assessnt?” Lin Zhushuang scoffed, “Why should I care about that? What use is it?”
Not to ntion that the Lin family was one of the Five Great Families of Yunjing, even ordinary wealthy families didn’t regard the high school exam as sothing crucial.
“Supre Elder, you might not know, but it’s useless for you and the Lin Family. However, there are others who take it very seriously,” the woman said with a aningful smile, “like Miss Lin Qin’s cousins, for instance.”
Lin Zhushuang’s eyes suddenly sharpened.
“For them, the high school exam is pivotal, a once-in-a-lifeti event,” the woman continued, “And they’ll definitely want to use the exam to break into higher circles. But what if they’re cut off from this path?”
“Ridiculous,” Lin Zhushuang declared, “even if they can’t take the exam this year, they can continue next year. I don’t have ti to drag things out with them!”
“Of course, why would such trivial people deserve the Supre Elder’s ongoing attention?” the woman laughed again, “Perhaps the Supre Elder doesn’t know what the consequences of cheating on the high school exam are.”
“Oh?” Lin Zhushuang’s gaze grew deeper, “Tell , I’d like to hear it.”
“At the minimum, they would be banned from taking the exam for three years. At worst, criminal punishnt, and the penalties can be severe,” the woman spoke calmly, “Plus, with Ye Wanlan having gained a certain level of fa in the public eye due to the show ‘Treasures of The Divine Land,’ as the saying goes, the higher they stand, the harder they fall.”
“Fine, a bloodless victory is indeed a thod,” Lin Zhushuang’s gaze was penetrating, “Since you’ve co to , it ans you’re prepared. This matter, I’ll leave to you.”
She had been competing with Lin Weilan her whole life, and now it was ti to take control of Lin Weilan’s descendants!
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