North Bridge High School was a high school that even Song Baoyi couldn't get into back then, so why should Song Hua be able to get in?
That little wild child was truly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!
"Why don't you go downstairs and ask grandma how she taught me?" Song Hua just looked at Zhou Lei, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised.
It was clearly a sentence that made one's teeth itch with hatred, yet she said it with a smile, a smile as bright as a flower, making it impossible to look away.
Zhou Lei was so choked up that she couldn't speak, just glaring fiercely at Song Hua, almost unable to breathe.
Song Baoyi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she spoke at this moment, "Sister, North Bridge is indeed the only high school that can compare with the international school, but North Bridge is not as simple as you think. How about this, tomorrow I'll go to Teacher Ye's office with you. You don't need to say anything then, I'll apologize to Teacher Ye for you. If you really want to become a formal student, I'll think of another way for you."
In fact, Song Baoyi was very clear about why Song Hua was so persistent about North Bridge High School.
Because Song Hua wanted to be a cut above her.
Song Hua had angered Teacher Ye, so naturally she had no face to go back to the international school. If she wanted to regain her dignity, Song Hua could only try to find a way to go to North Bridge.
But Song Hua should also look in the mirror. What qualifications did she have to go to North Bridge?
A fool's dream.
Song Hua was too lazy to say more, glanced at the cat squatting at the door, "I'll go back to my room first."
"Wait a moment!"
Song Dalong suddenly spoke.
Song Hua's red lips parted slightly, "Speak."
It was a very simple word, yet it carried an inexplicable aura.
Looking at such Song Hua, Song Dalong inexplicably felt a sudden panic, his voice stern but inwardly timid, "The eldest daughter of the Song family will always only be Baoyi, don't forget your own identity!"
Just an adopted daughter, yet she really wanted to climb up to the sky along the pole?
"Regarding school matters, you either go with Baoyi to apologize to the teacher, or find your own way! Don't even think about entering North Bridge High School in Baoyi's name or our Song family's name!"
He wouldn't use his connections for a little wild child!
Song Hua didn't speak, slightly bent down to pick up the cat at the door, and just left the study.
Song Dalong looked at Song Hua's back, equally angered.
"Dad, don't be angry," Song Baoyi softly comforted, "Actually, elder sister is just feeling unbalanced in her heart. You and Mom should be more understanding."
"Unbalanced? What does she have to be unbalanced about?" Zhou Lei was furious, "If it weren't for us, she would still be a little wild child that no one wanted!"
Zhou Lei calmed down her emotions, then continued, "Aunt Sun invited me to a tea party tomorrow at noon, Baoyi, get ready and go with me."
There were often various tea parties in the circle of wealthy ladies.
These ladies gathered together, firstly to consolidate their interpersonal relationships and expand their network.
Secondly, it was also to pass the time. When attending the tea party, they would also show off their husbands and children.
Zhou Lei was most willing to take Song Baoyi to the tea party, after all, Song Baoyi was the most talented woman in Jiang City.
"Let's take elder sister with us," Song Baoyi said.
"What would we take her for?" Zhou Lei's eyes were full of disdain, "To be a disgrace?"
She could afford to lose face, but the Song family and Song Baoyi couldn't afford to.
Song Baoyi looked at Zhou Lei, "Elder sister just came back, we should always take her out to see the world."
"Baoyi is right, it's time to take her out to see the world!" Song Dalong interjected.
After all, Song Hua was the person engaged to Yu Tingzhi, and more people needed to know about Song Hua's existence.
"Alright then," Zhou Lei nodded.
With that, Zhou Lei seemed to think of something and continued, "Baoyi, has Old Mr. Wu returned recently?"
"Not yet, but it should be in the next few days," Song Baoyi replied.
Zhou Lei said, "I heard that the young lady from the Yun family will also be at this tea party."
"Are you talking about Miss Yun?" Song Baoyi asked.
Zhou Lei nodded, "Ever since Miss Yun had that accident three years ago, she has sought medical treatment everywhere, but unfortunately, nothing has worked. If you can cure her face, then our family's position in Jiang City will be even more stable."
As the saying goes, it's good to enjoy the shade under a big tree.
Everyone wanted to curry favor with the Yun family, this big tree, but unfortunately, no one could.
The only shortcut to curry favor with the Yun family was to cure the face of the Yun family's only heir.
Song Baoyi had quite a talent for medicine and had also become a disciple of the divine doctor Wu, who was said to be a descendant of Bian Que. At a young age, she had already achieved some success in the medical field. Surpassing her teacher made Old Doctor Wu very gratified.
Hearing this, Song Baoyi asked, "I heard Miss Yun has burns, is that right?"
"Yes," Zhou Lei nodded, "I've inquired, it's burns."
Song Baoyi smiled and said, "Since it's burns, you don't need to worry."
Her main focus was facial restoration, burns and scalds. Her medical skills were even better than Old Doctor Wu's, and she was confident that she could give Miss Yun a new lease on life!
Upstairs.
Song Hua added some goat milk powder to the cat's food, then opened her phone to check the fund.
In just two days, the fund, which originally had only 125 yuan, had now risen to 1500.
However, Song Hua didn't plan to keep it, but clicked sell. This fund seemed profitable, but in reality, it wasn't. A tenfold surge was already its peak period, and if she didn't sell now, she would lose everything.
Afterward, Song Hua withdrew another 1000 yuan from the balance and bought three more fund shares separately.
Having done all this, Song Hua picked up the baseball cap on the table, put it on her head, the black brim covering her eyebrows and eyes, revealing only her scarlet lips.
Coming downstairs, the servants all cast strange glances at Song Hua.
In their eyes, Song Hua was just a little country bumpkin from the countryside.
Even after coming to the Song family, she couldn't change the petty and poor air about her. The servants had never regarded her as the eldest daughter of the Song family.
Song Hua didn't care about these people's gazes.
After leaving the Song family villa, Song Hua scanned a shared bicycle.
Her figure riding the bike with one hand had an indescribable coolness.
Half an hour later, she arrived at her destination—
China's First Medicinal Material Market.
Covering more than 30 hectares.
The original owner had a poor foundation, weak and sickly, on par with Lin Daiyu.
Fortunately, Song Hua had a foundation in traditional Chinese medicine and knew a little about the art of Bian Que. The original owner's body might have been a bit troublesome in the eyes of other doctors, but in Song Hua's hands, it was just a matter of a dose of Chinese medicine.
Song Hua parked the bike, holding the kitten, and came to a pharmacy, "Boss, please give me two grams of saffron, two grams of tetrapanax papyriferus, and two grams of schisandra." "Okay, please wait a moment."
Before long, the boss had packed the herbs, "Young lady, that's three hundred and twenty."
Song Hua took the herbs, lowered her eyes, and looked at them with an unchanging expression, "Thank you, I don't want them."
"Don't want them?" The boss was furious upon hearing this, his eyebrows raised in anger, "I've already packed them, and you tell me you don't want them! Are you playing with me?"
The pharmacy owner was big and burly, and his fierce appearance would have definitely scared others silly.
But not only was Song Hua not scared, but she was also calm and composed, and asked back, "Why shouldn't I want them? Boss, don't you know yourself?"
"Young lady, I see you're quite pretty, how can you do such disgusting things! I've weighed the herbs for you, and you say you don't want them! Isn't this wasting my time? You must give me an explanation today!"
Because the boss's voice was too loud, it attracted many passersby to watch.
The boss became even more energetic seeing so many people, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone come and see! This young lady is quite pretty, but how can her heart be so black! I painstakingly prepared the herbs for her, and she says she doesn't want them!"
Hearing this, the onlookers all pointed fingers at Song Hua and accused her.
"How are young girls nowadays like this!"
"Their parents definitely didn't teach them well!"
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Song Hua still had an indifferent expression, her clear and delicate face didn't show the slightest panic, and she unhurriedly opened the herb package, "What I want is two grams of saffron, what did you give me? Hmm?"
Hearing this, the boss's heart skipped a beat.
No!
Impossible!
How old was this young girl in front of him? Could she distinguish real saffron?
She was mostly just pretending!
"What is it if it's not saffron?" the boss said sternly but inwardly timid, "Don't try to stir up trouble here!"
"The flower head of saffron is trumpet-shaped, with a crack on one side and fine serrations on the other. Although safflower looks similar to saffron, it doesn't have these characteristics. You used safflower to impersonate saffron, how black is your heart?"
Song Hua's tone was indifferent, but it caused a burst of murmurs among the crowd.
Saffron was very precious, more than a hundred yuan per gram, while a hundred yuan could buy a whole jin of safflower!
The boss was too black-hearted!
"What nonsense are you spouting, young girl! If you don't want to buy, then don't!" The boss looked at the discussing crowd, feeling very guilty. He had thought the young girl was easy to deceive, but who knew he would encounter an expert today. He reached out to take the herb package back.