The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 680: Jiang Family’s unique ruler, the invitation from President Jian_3

“Professor Jia is taking you to the music exchange event?” It was no surprise to Madam Song that Professor Jia valued Bai Shaoqi so highly, given that the Bai Family and Song Family had poured quite a bit of money into his support.

“It’s on Sunday. Dean Jian and the principal of Jiangyin will also be there,” Bai Shaoqi set down her teacup, “Auntie, will you be joining us?”

Such large-scale music exchange events were filled with people from the inner circle, so naturally, Madam Song wouldn’t miss it.

After their chat, Song Min also finished discussing private equity matters with President Yin.

Once Song Min and Bai Shaoqi went upstairs, President Yin turned to Madam Song, and upon hearing about the music exchange event, he couldn’t help but speak up, “You haven’t been in touch with this Dean Jian? I heard the private equity is somewhat related to the Chen Family; he should know some inside information.”

“No,” Madam Song shook her head, “Forget it, Dean Jian… isn’t so easy to approach.”

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Having lived in Jiangjing for so long, she was well aware of the local dynamics.

“Indeed,” President Yin nodded.

**

Sunday.

Jiangjing’s large music exchange event. There were still two days left until the medical summit concluded, and now there was the music exchange event. The past month in Jiangjing had been truly lively.

Six-thirty.

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Lao Hu’s car stopped at the site of Jiangjing Music Exchange Event.

Bai Lian got out of the car, took her phone and the invitation Lao Hu had given her, and entered while talking to Sister Xin on the phone. Sister Xin was asking her if she had time, as Mei Yi was in Jiangjing during this period, and together with Wan Qiushan, they wanted to invite her to dinner.

Bai Lian handed her invitation to the hostess at the entrance in a calm and unhurried manner and followed her through the gates, “I’m quite busy with classes; I might only have time in the evening.”

A woman happened to come out of the door, and Bai Lian stepped aside to make way.

The other’s gaze fell on her.

Bai Lian glanced down; it was a woman in a black cheongsam with golden flowers, her facial features refined and her bearing quite graceful.

When the woman saw Bai Lian’s gaze, she smiled softly and nodded at her.

Bai Lian slightly nodded back at the woman and then they passed by each other.

After Bai Lian entered, outside, Gao Shu hadn’t left yet. Her gaze followed Bai Lian’s retreating figure. Bai Lian’s face was so recognizable that even from just a photo, Gao Shu could identify her.

Compared to a photograph, the real person was naturally more animated. The grace in her every gesture, which was rare even among those who had studied opera professionally.

Gao Shu stood at the entrance, contemplating. The opportunity Gao Yan mentioned to share the stage together was not impossible.

It wasn’t until Lou Jiu and his secretary arrived that they interrupted her thoughts. Secretary Xue inquired, “Vice President, what did Dean Jian say?”

“He said he’s too old to take on such a big responsibility,” speaking of serious matters, Gao Shu also shook her head and withdrew her gaze sighing, “I couldn’t persuade him.”

“Blossoms on the Tree” was a new play launched by the old dean of the Drama Institute, and the main theme music had not been settled yet.

This matter was very important for Gao Shu. With a promotion on the horizon, the issue wasn’t a huge one, but it wasn’t minor either. Another vice president was eyeing the position, waiting to see who could handle it better.

“The teacher hasn’t composed any music in recent years,” Lou Jiu stood aside, speaking in defense of the teacher, “Truly, he has no more energy for it.”

“I was just asking,” Gao Shu turned her head and asked Xue Na, “What did Master Shuo say?”

She was referring to Shuo Qingyu, the master of classical music composition.

Many dramas, and even those ancient-style epic TV series produced by the national station, were composed by him.

“Master Shuo has some time lately,” Secretary Xue opened her notebook, “I’ve booked a table at the Qingxin Building for eight o’clock tonight, will you go straight there?”

“Let’s go,” Gao Shu nodded.

**

Dean Jian’s lounge.

Bai Lian knocked and entered.

Dean Jian was in the middle of a conversation when he saw Bai Lian, he stood up with a smile and introduced her, “This is the president of our Jiangyin, President Yun.”

“President Yun,” Bai Lian greeted the other party.

President Yun looked at Bai Lian and naturally recognized her as the spirited girl with the zither under Pu Xiaohan’s lens.

However, thinking that she belonged to Jiang University and was out of reach, he felt quite despondent, “Ms. Bai, the doors of Jiangyin will always be open for you.”

“Dean Jian, please rest,” knowing that Bai Lian and Dean Jian had matters to discuss, Yun Chang didn’t linger and opened the door of the lounge to leave.

Downstairs.

Bai Shaoqi was together with Mrs. Song, accompanied by that girl who often studied with Bai Shaoqi on the fifth floor, while Professor Jia was networking with some people in the front.

As Yun Chang descended, Professor Jia quickly put down his cup and walked over, “President, you’ve come down.”

“Hmm.” President Yun put away his despondent expression and maintained a calm and steady demeanor.

“Is Dean Jian in good health, when will he come out?” After asking a few questions, Professor Jia remembered the students behind him and introduced them, “All of these are my students.”

Bai Shaoqi and Ya Ning hurriedly greeted Yun Chang, “President.”

Yun Chang nodded to them and, raising his eyes, already spotted several leaders from the music exchange meeting; he walked over to network with them.

After Yun Chang left, Mrs. Song lowered her voice slightly, “Was that the president of Jiangyin just now? He must be quite familiar with Dean Jian, right?”

“Right,” Bai Shaoqi also withdrew her gaze.

Although Jiangyin didn’t have the influence of Jiang University, it wasn’t an institution ordinary schools could compare with; holding the position of president of Jiangyin meant having significant political influence.

The Song Family was able to sway Professor Jia with money because Bai Shaoqi was introduced by the president of Beicheng Music School.

They were all acquaintances; they could offer resources and gifts to Professor Jia who would accept them, but if it were the president of Jiangyin—

Without a familiar intermediary, who would dare to accept mysterious gifts from a stranger?

Upstairs.

“Let Yan Lu go receive the award,” Bai Lian inquired Dean Jian about the Hua Qu Award, Dean Jian casually mentioned, “I have to talk to a few sponsors for a while, let Old Hu take you down for a bite, it doesn’t start until seven, there are many booths downstairs.”

“Okay.” The two of them left the lounge together.

Old Hu followed behind Bai Lian.

At the staircase entrance, Dean Jian suddenly remembered something, “By the way, there’s a play needing composition, an Ancient Style Battlefield type, and the theme music hasn’t been decided yet. I think it’s very suitable for you, are you interested?”

Bai Lian hadn’t written music for quite a while.

Not to mention Yan Lu’s fans are eagerly waiting, Dean Jian himself was persistently urging, but Bai Lian remained immovable as a mountain.

Nowadays, few young people seem to be studying drama, and Dean Jian thought that if Bai Lian composed, he was willing to do the arrangement for her. Given “Bai Jian”‘s appeal among young people and the impact of every single one of Bai Lian’s songs…

Dean Jian thought, why should the name “Bai Jian” only circulate in the entertainment circle?

He always felt that there was still an unreleased energy in Bai Lian’s heart. Look at her, writing about gambling and reminiscing about the old days with such lightness, yet every song she writes becomes a hit.

If she really exerted that energy, might there appear a piece as enduring as “Bai Yi Xing” (“White Robe”)?

A rare surge of enthusiasm welled up in Dean Jian’s heart, and he stopped, hands clasped behind him, looking at Bai Lian, “What do you think, do you want to get serious and have a go?”