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"How's it looking? Can the snow stop now?" After driving for more than ten miles, Jiang Chen asked.
"Uh, it can stop now. You can't actually make the snow stop, can you?" Xiong Sumei replied, astonished.
"Since it can fall, it can certainly stop," Jiang Chen said with a smile, glancing at the sky. The heavy snowfall was indeed diminishing, and within seconds, the snow disappeared, revealing a clear blue sky.
Xiong Sumei was almost in disbelief.
"You must have studied meteorology or something, being able to predict the weather changes," she said, half-convinced.
"I didn't go to college; I didn't even finish high school," Jiang Chen chuckled.
"Forget it. Just consider this as you fulfilling my wish. I think when you get back to Tianfu City, the first thing you should do is buy a lottery ticket. With your luck, you'd be missing out if you don't," Xiong Sumei shook her head and laughed.
After this incident, Xiong Sumei's attitude toward Jiang Chen gradually changed. She found him to be quite an interesting person. Although his exaggerated claims were somewhat off-putting, he hadn't completely blown his own horn, which was a skill in itself.
At noon, they stopped for lunch in a city along the way before continuing their journey. Normally, they would need to switch drivers, but Xiong Sumei felt no need this time. Ever since she drank that miraculous Medicinal Tea yesterday, she was full of energy. She drove for the entire morning without feeling tired and engaged in casual conversation with Jiang Chen, which seemed quite enjoyable.
Qian Wenwu and the others noticed how well Xiong Sumei and Jiang Chen got along and couldn't help but tease them. However, they didn't take any further action. After all, Xiong Sumei wasn't dating any of them; even if she did develop feelings for Jiang Chen, they would only see it as entertainment.
By evening, they had reached the border between Tibet and Sichuan Province along National Highway 318. There was a small county town here that served as a major gateway to the Tibetan Plateau, making it quite bustling.
Naturally, Qian Wenwu and his wealthy friends chose to stay at the best hotel in town. The hotels here were quite expensive since they had no shortage of guests. The rooms Qian Wenwu booked cost over two thousand each, and even though it was off-season at that time, they had reserved suites that most ordinary people wouldn't afford.
"Ah! How is that person walking? I just hit someone!" Suddenly, Xiong Sumei slammed on the brakes with a gasp.
Jiang Chen saw what happened too. As they were about to turn into the hotel entrance, a middle-aged man dressed in a suit and looking quite affluent passed by carrying a black handbag when Xiong Sumei's car bumped into him.
"You stay in the car; I'll handle this," Xiong Sumei said.
She opened the car door and hurried out. The middle-aged man was unharmed, but something inside his handbag had been damaged—it turned out to be an antique porcelain piece that was now shattered.
"Miss, how do you drive? Look at what you've done! This is a Blue and White Porcelain Plate from my boss's collection; you've broken it!" The man glared at her with an angry expression.
"I'm sorry; I'll compensate you. How much is it?" Xiong Sumei apologized.
"This is an antique! My boss bought it at an auction years ago for ten million; it's probably worth double that now—at least twenty million!" The middle-aged man replied sternly.
"What? Twenty million?" Xiong Sumei exclaimed wide-eyed.
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