The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Jiang Xiaoniao, what does she owe you?_1

Translator: 549690339

Director Chen used several exclamation marks to express his surprise.

Ming Dongheng didn’t study this, his greatest breakthrough in life being that he had studied astronomy for a while, but he understood Director Chen’s meaning, “Very scarce?”

“Don’t be fooled by the current appearance that iridium doesn’t seem so expensive,” Director Chen shook his head, “you can’t buy it even if you go abroad to negotiate with those mine owners, it’s a prized commodity, you understand?”

The entire world is in short supply of iridium, yet the production of iridium is particularly low.

Domestically, to save on iridium, recycling efforts have been intensified.

Director Chen’s last mission was to negotiate the purchase of iridium in the F Continent, but he didn’t even get to see the mine owner. Despite having sufficient funds, he failed to acquire iridium for the country.

Therefore, he was very familiar with iridium metal and could recognize it at a glance.

Isn’t…

Who would hang a piece of iridium metal on their wrist like that?

And such a large, such a large piece?

This piece of iridium, if placed in Jiangjing University’s laboratory, how many people in the departments of physics and chemistry would go crazy?

“Two pounds?” Ming Dongheng’s focus was also odd as he looked in surprise at Bai Lian’s retreating figure.

He hadn’t noticed at all that she was carrying something weighing two pounds on her hand.

Across from them.

Jiang Fulai was about to say something, but seeing a figure walking slowly towards them, he took a deep breath.

Bai Lian looked at his cold face, then lowered her gaze to Jiang He who was squatting by the trash can, covering his ears.

She bent down slightly, pinching Jiang He’s collar with two fingers, lifting him up. She scrutinized him for a while with narrowed eyes, before lazily asking, “Are you little trash? Squatting by the trash can?”

Jiang Fulai quickly restored the Rubik’s cube to the steps Jiang He had set.

Upon hearing this, he stood coldly behind Bai Lian with one hand in his pocket, his tall figure slightly leaning, his pale eyes narrowly opened, sneering at Jiang He.

Jiang He’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Bai Lian.

Bai Lian let go, putting him down.

Jiang He clutched at her clothes tightly, hanging his head low, silent.

She didn’t ask why he was squatting there; after nearly a month of acquaintance, she knew that Jiang He had some issues with his personality.

Letting Jiang He cling to her clothes, she turned her head and looked at Jiang Fulai for a while.

Jiang Fulai was difficult to approach even in the best of moods, let alone when he was in a bad one.

Expressionless, his gaze lowered, Ming Dongheng didn’t dare to come close.