Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 306: The Bet

Ruan Yingtong led the way, while the people from the film crew looked around curiously. This was probably the only chance they would ever have to come here, so they definitely had to take a good look.

At that moment, her phone rang. She glanced at it and said, "Director Zhang, I’ll have my assistant take you there while I go make a call."

"Okay," Zhang Shuguang nodded slightly, noticing that it was almost noon. Setting up the scene was the most important task. "Everyone, hurry up and try to finish setting up before lunch."

Liu Ruijia watched as Ruan Yingtong walked away, her gaze cold.

Ruan Yingtong walked towards the VIP lounge with an umbrella in hand. "Is there something urgent with Fanfan?"

She had been filming recently and heard that they were quite busy; Golden Net’s main headquarters had even moved to Beijing.

Mo Fan got out of his car and entered 336 Jinglin Road, "In a few days, number 336 will officially open for business in Beijing, just asking if you have time."

Ruan Yingtong uttered a sound of acknowledgment, and somewhat embarrassingly said, "I’ve recently taken on a new movie and might not be able to find the time."

Mo Fan smiled, "I know you’re busy. The boss already said that just letting you know would suffice. Just focus on your filming."

After ending the call, Mo Fan continued walking inside. Most of Golden Net’s brothers had already arrived in Beijing, and he believed that the people there had noticed.

Lin Xuanze came leading a horse and was somewhat disheveled. Boys his age cared deeply about their reputations, and at this moment, many were watching him bow his head in embarrassment.

When Jiang Ying arrived, she had heard from Jiang Qi that Sister Yue’s brother had also come to Beijing, named Lin Xuanze, who was third in the nation this year.

She had long respected his reputation and did not expect they were from the same family.

Seeing that he was embarrassed, she took the initiative to greet him, "Hi, I’m Jiang Ying, Xiao Chen’s cousin."

"You are Lin Xuanze, right? I know of you."

Lin Xuanze looked up, his mouth slightly swollen, and he give a forced smile, but her next statement made his face fall instantly.

"You are the brother of the nation’s top scorer. Is your entire family this impressive? But why do you have the surname Lin and Sister Yue the surname Yun?"

Lin Xuanze’s face darkened. He mounted his horse, tightened the reins, and clamped his legs around the horse’s belly. With a proud lift of his chin, he left the spot.

These past days, what he heard and saw the most was that Lin Xuanze was the brother of the nation’s top scorer.

He would rather they not know of him at all than remember him only when they saw someone else.

However, there was a saying he thought made sense: from ancient times, everyone only remembers the individual who comes first; no one remembers who came second.

How frustrating!

Lin Xuanze rode the horse quite fast, surprising everyone present. This young man could really show off.

Feng Ye laughed scornfully, seeming to find him rather arrogant. "You should avoid saying such things in front of him in the future; this young man holds grudges."

After spending some days together, they had a clear picture of what kind of person Lin Xuanze was.

Jiang Ying raised an eyebrow, "Alright, I’ll respect Sister Yue’s feelings."

Feng Ye’s eyebrows rose slightly, surprised. Among the Jiang Family, she was the only daughter, and she didn’t give face to anyone. Yet, she was giving face to Yun Yue.

"I’m going horseback riding." Seeing Lin Xuanze riding so fast, Jiang Ying was eager to try.

Her uncle... aside from never having handled guns or knives, she had trained in everything else, including fighting, especially horseback riding, even surpassing Feng Ye and Jiang Qi.

"Then we’ll go too," said Feng Ye and Jiang Qi, both showing interest.

"How about a race?" Jiang Qi suggested with a smile.

Feng Ye fiddled with his earring, his lips curving upward, "Seen something you like?"

The two had grown up as close as brothers, wearing the same shorts, so Feng Ye could always tell what was on his mind, probably eyeing something of his.

"Don’t know how you do it, but I want that new gun you got," Jiang Qi said, tilting his head with a slight lift of his eyebrows.

That gun was the latest model, not only beautiful but also great in hand feel, compact and light, perfect for women, making it ideal for Jiang Ying to use for self-defense.

Feng Ye gave an OK sign, irreverently saying, "If you lose, go steal a painting your grandpa treasures for me."

Jiang Qi: "...That’s going too far."

Those were his grandpa’s treasured collections, many antiques, each priceless, and he sure had the nerve to ask.

"Not bad, my dad has his eyes on them and I am a filial son after all," Feng Ye chuckled, kicked up his legs, and comfortably mounted the horse. Seeing him hesitate, he added, "No one’s forcing you if you can’t."

"Fine!" Jiang Qi, gritting his teeth, accepted. As their equestrian skills were evenly matched, winning would be down to luck.

And he might not lose after all.

Jiang Ying and Lin Xuanze had just come back from a ride and got interested upon seeing a race brewing.

Jiang Ying lined up with them, "Count me in too."

"I’ll join as well," said an excited Lin Xuanze, who was thoroughly impressed by Jiang Ying’s riding earlier.

In the riding class, except for the instructor, his skills were unmatched, never having met his equal, only to find Jiang Ying a girl even better than him.

"Master Chen, you two will be our witnesses," Feng Ye tightened his reins and leaned forward.

With a languid start, all four of them took off.

Jiang Ying pulled a meter ahead, the three men neck and neck.

"Hurry up, I’ll wait for you at the finish line," Jiang Ying turned, laughingly said, her figure on the horse gallant and impressive.

Lin Xuanze watched intently at the gap between them, quickly growing to two meters in just a moment. She was incredibly skilled.

Just as he thought of catching up, two figures flanked him, and he ended up last.

It seemed like he hadn’t expected them to be better than him. He sped up but still reached the finish line last.

As he caught up, he heard Feng Ye’s smug voice, "Heard that Elder Jiang is staying at Master Qi’s these past few days, better hurry if you’re going to steal something."

Jiang Qi: "..."

Missed by just a half meter, what rotten luck. If he really dared to steal and got caught, they’d break his legs. But a bet’s a bet, he could only hope not to get caught.

Jiang Ying casually mentioned, shocking him, "Elder Jiang has gone back huh, he even sent invitations this morning to take on apprentices."

"Take on apprentices?" Feng Ye and Jiang Qi looked at her in surprise.

Why hadn’t he heard his grandpa mention this before? No wonder he’d been frequenting Master Qi’s place lately.

Who could possibly catch his grandpa’s eye?

"Yeah, the Painting Association has a lot of talented newcomers, but not one caught Elder Jiang’s eye. I wonder what skills that apprentice has that could impress the Painting Association members," Jiang Ying turned her horse and leisurely rode back.

Unlike the Piano Association, which had Gu Cong to hold down the fort, and now with Yingtao, who many respected,

But the Painting Association teeming with new talents, many aspired to be Elder Jiang’s disciples. A sudden apprentice would surely not sit well with them; if they lacked the skills, there would definitely be trouble.

Jiang Qi fell into contemplation; his grandpa had been choosing disciples for decades without finding one to his liking. To suddenly take one on without any hint, it couldn’t be anyone mediocre.