Chapter 1290 - 1287: Bai Si Nurse, Is That Okay?

Chapter 1290: Chapter 1287: Bai Si Nurse, Is That Okay?

Luofeng and Duanmu Yunji, along with Qin Rubing, started eating.

Huang Qiyang was sitting in his office when a subordinate called.

"What’s going on?" Huang Qiyang asked.

"It’s about what happened over at Nixia’s Klik Mountain!"

"A local patrol team near that mountain range was hit by a mysterious attack!"

"During the investigation, we found some rumors on the internet!"

Hearing that, Huang Qiyang asked, "What kind of rumors?"

"According to the rumors, that local patrol team at Klik Mountain was searching for some kind of legendary item!"

"A legendary item?" Huang Qiyang was puzzled.

Very soon, the subordinate printed out a picture and brought it over.

When he saw it, Huang Qiyang was also shocked.

Millennial ginseng?

What era do we live in?

And something like this still pops up?

"Are you kidding me? Does something like that even exist?" Huang Qiyang made complaints.

"I feel like I’m joking too, but... afterward we realized something was off!"

"First of all, on Nixia’s internet, all the rumors about millennial ginseng vanished without a trace. I tried to dig into that rumor, but it was completely wiped from the net."

"I only even learned about it on the dark web, where there was info about selling some so‑called legendary item!"

"And also, when we confirmed the patrol team had been attacked, we found a lot of official surveillance systems in the area had all failed. You should understand, under those circumstances, probably only Zhongyi Tang could pull off something like that!"

"They’re the only ones who could do it!" Huang Qiyang nodded. "But what’s their motive?"

"That legendary item is the motive."

"But all of this is just your speculation. You don’t have any evidence at all!" said Huang Qiyang.

Huang Qiyang took a deep breath, then called Luofeng.

Right now Luofeng was having dinner with his girlfriends.

Brother Feng treated his girlfriends really well.

Stuff like peeling shrimp, of course Luofeng insisted on doing himself.

If Luofeng weren’t that good to them, how would such beauties be willing to wholeheartedly help Little Luo, supporting him bit by bit, with every detail so thoughtful, even willing to study hard for Luofeng? Ahem ahem ahem...

While he was peeling shrimp, Huang Qiyang’s call came in.

Because Luofeng’s hands were greasy, Duanmu Yunji picked up the phone and glanced at it. "It’s a call from Huang Qiyang, do you want to answer?"

"You pick it up, just ask what he wants," Luofeng said.

Duanmu Yunji was a bit dazed. For Luofeng to let her answer a call from someone that important showed how much he valued her.

"Oh, okay!" Duanmu Yunji nodded, then said to the person on the other end, "Hello?"

She didn’t even know what to call him.

"Hello, I’m Huang Qiyang, Luofeng’s friend. I’ve got something to discuss with Luofeng!" Hearing a girl’s voice, Huang Qiyang naturally introduced himself.

"He’s peeling shrimp, his hands are busy right now. What do you need?" Duanmu Yunji asked.

This Luofeng.

Seriously speechless.

"It’s about the flying motorcycles. We’re planning to set up a Flying Motorcycle Training Center, so I wanted to go over the details." Of course, Huang Qiyang wasn’t going to mention the other matter; he casually used it as an excuse.

"Hold on a sec." Duanmu Yunji tapped the speakerphone button and repeated what Huang Qiyang said.

Luofeng made complaints, "Old Huang, I’m busy right now, we’ll talk later. Hanging up first!"

Huang Qiyang had already brought this up before.

Bringing it up again now.

Luofeng wasn’t stupid.

He naturally knew it was just a pretext.

After hanging up, Duanmu Yunji said, "Where are you guys going to set up the Flight Training Center?"

"Probably over in the Northern District of the Capital!" Luofeng said.

Duanmu Yunji looked disappointed. "That’s too far, isn’t it?"

"It is, but the Flying Motorcycle Training Center has its own particular requirements, plus it needs a big venue, so having it a bit far out is only natural," Luofeng said.

"Is the license exam hard?" Duanmu Yunji asked.

"Compared to a car, which one’s tougher?" Qin Rubing also asked curiously.

"We don’t know the exam content yet, but I think it should be easier than the car license test, because the third‑generation flying motorcycles’ smart control systems are really advanced, especially the image recognition and processing module—that part’s seriously cutting‑edge," said Luofeng.

"That’s great. I’m going to get the license. I’ll ride a flying motorcycle to school from now on so I don’t have to sit in traffic every day," said Duanmu Yunji.

Qin Rubing also made complaints, "Yeah, it’s jammed every day. It’s clearly close, but it takes forever to drive!"

"As long as you pass the flying motorcycle exam, I’m definitely not going to stop you from using them," Luofeng said with a laugh.

"When does it open?" Duanmu Yunji was asking about the training center.

"Aren’t you supposed to be practicing piano?" Luofeng said.

"Huh?" Duanmu Yunji’s face was full of helplessness.

Qin Rubing, on the other hand, couldn’t help smiling. Her dance responsibilities weren’t as heavy as Duanmu Yunji’s.

Qin Rubing had her own life goals, but they weren’t as intense as Duanmu Yunji’s.

Anyway, she’s the junior wife, right?

Duanmu Yunji’s the senior.

So the senior wife needs to be more capable.

Even though Luofeng really does treat them equally, her status is still the junior, and that can’t be changed.

"Every weekend I’ve got a whole afternoon off. I plan to make use of it. As long as I put in some effort, I should be able to pass the exam!" said Duanmu Yunji.

This big cat is an awesome racing driver who’s been held back by piano.

Given her talent, Luofeng felt she definitely wouldn’t have a problem.

After dinner, Luofeng kissed both of them for a while, saying a few things that made their faces flush and hearts race.

Specifically, he arranged for Qin Rubing to keep going with the OD super‑sheer black Bai Si.

And today, Duanmu Yunji would be coming in Bai Si nurse gear.

Ahem ahem.

Kind of looking forward to it.

A 1.76‑meter‑tall, long‑legged nurse—now that’s something.

But Duanmu Yunji urged him, "Ask Huang Qiyang about that training center first!"

"Okay okay, I’ll ask him when it’s opening!" Luofeng nodded with a smile.

Then he put on his Bluetooth earpiece.

And started dialing.

"Is now a good time?" Hearing Luofeng’s voice, Huang Qiyang asked.

"Spill it. About the Flying Motorcycle Training Center, how long will it take you to get everything set up?"

On the surface, they were still talking about the bikes.

But in reality, Huang Qiyang was switching to the other topic.

"What’s your take on what happened over at Klik Mountain?"

"What kind of take?" Luofeng froze for a second.

"Your Zhongyi Tang people were involved, weren’t they?" Huang Qiyang asked.

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