Chapter 261: 261: Mastering One to Understand a Hundred (Thanks to 74011pp for the tip, added more)
"Being skilled in one thing can lead to excellence in many, but it doesn’t mean you must master everything. In a lifetime, focusing on one thing and achieving ultimate mastery is already quite impressive. Little Jing, don’t be too greedy!"
Xu Jing, who was being reprimanded, immediately admitted her mistake: "Yes, teacher, I know I was wrong."
Mu Qiuniang looked innocent: Can she say that calligraphy isn’t actually her strongest skill?
Since she wanted to join the Huaxia Calligraphy Association, the certificates and such wouldn’t be lacking. Jiao Yu’en had Mu Qiuniang write a few more pieces to hand over to some veteran artists for certification.
"When the certificates are ready, I’ll have Little Jing deliver them to you."
"No need, have someone make a call, I’ll have Mingyu come and pick them up," Mu Qiuniang said.
Mu Mingyu, adding from behind, said, "I’m the versatile housekeeper of Great-Aunt, leave these errands to me."
"That works too."
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After Mu Qiuniang and Mu Mingyu left, Jiao Yu’en asked Xu Jing if she really knew who this Mu Qiuniang was.
"I know, she’s Jiang Nuo’s wife."
"I meant Qiu Niang’s identity."
"What identity could she have? Isn’t she an orphan?" Xu Jing asked, puzzled.
"Do you think an orphan would have a versatile housekeeper?" Jiao Yu’en specifically emphasized those four words at the end.
"Aren’t they all just housekeepers? What’s the difference?"
"Didn’t you hear? That young versatile housekeeper called Qiu Niang Great-Aunt?"
"Her seniority is quite high..." Although Xu Jing came from a scholarly family, her family was small, with simple relations, and she hadn’t noticed this kind of issue before.
"You also mentioned she was an orphan."
Xu Jing found nothing strange: "Isn’t it common for many in the entertainment industry not to reveal their real identities and sometimes use false ones?"
"Sigh..." Jiao Yu’en sighed, "Little Jing, your world view is still too limited, if you had visited the true major families, you’d know only certain families can afford a versatile housekeeper like that."
Xu Jing naively asked, "But isn’t Qiu Niang an orphan?"
"You just said, those in the entertainment industry using false identities are normal."
Xu Jing: "..." So, the teacher implies that Mu Qiuniang is likely a low-key "tycoon"?!
After returning, Xu Jing informed her cousin abroad, who was skilled in hacking, asking him to use his contacts to investigate the identity of the versatile housekeeper named "Mu Mingyu."
"Cousin, the versatile housekeeper named Mu Mingyu you’re talking about, isn’t he the one who graduated from the British Royal Academy? This person is amazing; he not only has the international certified top-level CITB housekeeper qualification but is also fluent in eight languages, holding advanced professional manager certifications, a master chef certificate, a driver’s license, a private pilot’s license, a lawyer’s license... and even a Taekwondo black belt, got a gun license while studying in the UK..."
Mu Mingyu’s information wasn’t hard to find. Xu Jing’s cousin couldn’t claim to have uncovered all of Mu Mingyu’s details, but just the surface resume was enough to astound him, a true talent worthy of admiration.
"Cousin, where did you find this genius? He can do everything and anything; it’s a waste for him to just be a housekeeper. He could directly join an international corporation as a senior executive, with a substantial salary. Even just his master chef certificate alone is valuable... Any one of these certificates is enough for me to live off of forever!"
Xu Jing was equally shocked: "Are you sure about this information you’ve found? You’re not pulling my leg, are you?"
This impressive resume outshone hers by miles, and such a talent willingly served as a housekeeper for Mu Qiuniang, which indicated what?
It only meant that Mu Qiuniang had a high enough status to employ such a top-notch housekeeper.
"Why would I trick you? I’ll send you some news articles. Have a look and see if it’s the same person. If it is, cousin, you should really hitch onto his coattails; he’s genuinely impressive!"
Before long, her cousin sent a string of foreign news links to her.
They contained reports on British royal events, and occasionally in the corners of these reports were introductions related to the events, like a dinner party organizer: Mu Mingyu; some event manager: Mu Mingyu; even with his personal photo.
What surprised Xu Jing even more was that a local well-known magazine had done an exclusive interview with Mu Mingyu. They discussed interesting stories about his service to the British royal family during his study period in the UK and some of his experiences.
The more Xu Jing read, the more astonished she felt.
While she felt proud of her modest achievements, she didn’t realize that across the world, there might be more exceptional people achieving greater feats, yet unknown.
She suddenly thought her efforts were insufficient, and she needed to work even harder!
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The night gradually deepened. After rushing through a notice, Jiang Nuo appeared visibly tired. Once he got into the car, he instructed Xiao Cai to drive him home while he lay on the back seat, hoping to rest a little.
He knew he was dreaming, and the dream was chaotic, one moment surrounded by debauchery, the next moment filled with blooming flowers, and sometimes a group of beautiful women would run past. Frowning, he felt somewhat upset.
Why, when finally having a chance to rest, were the dreams always so bizarre?
At this moment, someone gently patted him: "Wake up? Wake up? Hey, wake up..."
Jiang Nuo opened his eyes, finding himself lying in a hospital, and in front of him was a young woman in a nurse’s uniform. Her big, expressive eyes, rosy lips, and faint smile made her look so adorable.
"You’re awake? How are you feeling?" The nurse reached out, touching his forehead, "Temperature’s not bad, looks like your fever has subsided."
"What happened to me?" Jiang Nuo asked, puzzled.
"Don’t you know? You had a car accident on your way home and passed out."
Only then did Jiang Nuo notice the bandages on his body, especially his left leg, which was in a cast.
Noticing his gaze, the nurse said, "Don’t worry, just some fractures, nothing too serious. A few days in the hospital will be fine."
"Oh!" Jiang Nuo responded, feeling as though something was missing, something was odd.
"Looking for something? Your phone, perhaps? Right now, you need rest, so it’s not suitable to make calls." The nurse suggested Jiang Nuo take another nap, assuring him that everything would be alright when he woke up the next day.
"Am I... all alone? Don’t I have any family?" Jiang Nuo seemed to realize something, trying hard to remember, and asked.