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"Murong Xianxian, nineteen years old, her parents divorced in her early years, her mother Jiang Xiuhe was dead, and her biological father was unknown. She relied on her younger brother Murong Xiaoxiao. Her younger brother suffered from autism and is now studying in the first grade of the Foreign Languages ​​Department of Dalian University of Technology. She is currently working in Ye Menglong Bar. Her social relationship is also very simple... she has no relatives."

Yan Haotian handed Zhu Shizhao the information he had come from the investigation: "It's very simple and clear. This is not a confidential document, you can keep it."

"Thanks!"

Zhu Shizhao took it and looked carefully again... He couldn't find any shining points of this girl, and didn't understand why his father passed the house to a girl who was not aware of the whole family... It was because of the deep love between master and apprentice?

"Dad, do you think grandpa will have that relationship with her, so I apologize for giving her part of the inheritance?" Zhu Lihao, who was sitting behind, showed an ambiguous smile on his face.

"Bad words!"

Zhu Shizhao turned around and scolded. If Yan Haotian hadn't been by his side, he would have really pulled the kid out of the car and beat him up... Of course, when he first heard this news, he had thoughts flashed by, but it was just a flash. He absolutely believed in his old father's character, and Zhu Guoen once said about the inheritance of the villa that he had, but at that time, no children were in his heart - whose father's property was not the Zhu family?

In the second car, Zhu Shichang and Zhu Shiying were sitting. The two of them had their own thoughts. In addition to two sets of acupuncture techniques, Zhu Guoen also had a unique skill - making incense.

Wenxiangfang... is the name of that villa. The first one of the Zhu family made its fortune was spices. The spices prepared by Zhu Guoen have been well-known overseas and in some specific circles. The earliest company of Zhu Group was a incense making factory. Currently, this factory is managed by Zhu Shiying. However, among all the masters, no one can make the spices prepared by Zhu Guoen. Without the sign of Wenxiangfang, what will the future of the factory be?

"Shiying, are you thinking about the incense making factory?" Zhu Shichang, who was driving, asked.

"Yes." Zhu Shiying nodded. Although the brother and sister wanted to turn into a knife when distributing the inheritance and scratched more into their own plate, the matter had passed and it was much more relaxed.

"If those two sets of acupuncture techniques were really inherited by Murong Xianxian, she would definitely have inherited the spice making skills." Zhu Shichang said.

"Second brother, why are you so sure?" Zhu Shiying was a little puzzled.

Zhu Shichang was silent for a while before sighing softly: "I wanted to learn the craftsmanship of incense making, but my father insisted that I learn acupuncture first. You know, I don't want to make that thing, but my father told me that these two skills are learned in a tied way."

"Why?" This was the first time Zhu Shiying heard this statement, and she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Zhu Shichang continued: "Dad performed mediocrely in medical skills and did not develop in the medical field at all. Although he has ruled many people with acupuncture, it is all in private circles, and many people are secretly accusing that exiled father of illegal practice and making huge profits... Haha, this is true. At least his father does not have a medical license, and every time he asks for the price is amazing.

However, the funds we started at first were not like this, but were obtained by selling incense, because this lineage did not use medicine to save the world. The acupuncture method is passed down from generation to generation, and the craft of making incense is the means of making a living."

"No wonder Dad never spread the real incense making technology! But Dad saved people by needle and asked for huge sums of money, wasn't it against the requirements of his ancestors?" Zhu Shiying asked strangely.

"No."

Zhu Shichang shook his head: "Using acupuncture to save people is just to hone their skills. He asked for huge sums of money to prevent others from speaking. Otherwise, he would be frustrated. He knelt in front of our door and begged his father to take action, but his father ran away all night but didn't do it. He was called a sarcastic heart and refused to save him when he died. Most of the huge sums were donated to society in the end."

"Brother... does he know?" Zhu Shiying asked.

Zhu Shichang glanced slightly and said, "Even I know, he, the person in charge, doesn't know? Only you have never liked these things and got married early, dad didn't say that. We are all wondering how you went to manage the incense making factory in the past."

Zhu Shiying barely raised the corners of her mouth, but she didn't say anything. The car returned to quietness, and the eyes of both of them were a little erratic, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

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Pengcheng Snack... The first two words are domineering, the second two words are small and exquisite, with a tone that is very interesting at first glance.

This store has been located in front of the University of Technology for many years. It is said that this store existed at the beginning of its establishment. Now this store has more than a dozen branches, operating nearly a hundred snacks in the Northeast and Jiangnan. The business is very hot. A large number of students visit each morning. Those young boys and girls with a radiant youth have become a unique landscape here.

Murong Xianxian was walking alone on the side of the road with her schoolbag on her back, which was a bit hilarious... Yesterday Du Feier helped her find the motorcycle that was not seriously hit, and the motorcycle could be repaired. With the compensation of 5,000 yuan, it was still profitable. But the flower pot was apart, and Du Feier ignored the flower pot that had been dispersed. When Murong Xianxian went to find it, she no longer knew where to go.

After returning home, she immediately took a shower and washed the dirty things on her body clean, and then went to Aunt Lei's house next door to take her brother back.

Aunt Lei is not only a neighbor, but also a good friend of her mother. She opened a small supermarket nearby. She usually locked her at home and was taken care of by her.

After coaxing her brother to fall asleep, she carefully studied the bracelet that appeared on her wrist for no reason.

Strangely, when she thought about the bracelet, she appeared in her consciousness... or entered a huge space. The space was fiery red, and there was no sign of how big it was. There seemed to be many pockets hanging in the air and a few strange things... A green wooden thorn about an inch long, a dragon intertwined, the dragon's mouth biting the bowstring, nine long arrows with dark red arrows, a black tripod about one meter high, and five books seemed to be customized with animal skin.

Driven by curiosity, she wanted to read the books... A strange thing happened. Just when she had a slight thought, her consciousness suddenly left the space and returned to reality. The five books appeared on the table.

Could this bracelet...is the legendary storage bracelet?
Chapter completed!