Chapter 315
Chapter 315: Chapter 22: Zhao Yingjun’s 600 Years (Extra for Alliance Leader Huang Tiantian~!) Chapter 315: Chapter 22: Zhao Yingjun’s 600 Years (Extra for Alliance Leader Huang Tiantian~!) Lin Xian turned around.
He looked at the dark Zhao Yingjun personal exhibit hall behind him.
Her exhibit was located at the highest point of the Rhein Museum, a separate building, just like her lofty status in the Rhein Sky City.
Yes.
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This was the main reason Lin Xian had entered the dream realm tonight.
Huang Que had said before, to look in the mirror frequently when free, for the mirror may hold what he desired.
He believed.
The answer to this puzzle was likely in Zhao Yingjun’s personal exhibit hall.
Perhaps the gift that no one could guess was hidden within one of the mirrors here.
Therefore, Lin Xian wasn’t concerned whether his own traces were in Zhao Yingjun’s life trajectory.
It was an inconsequential matter.
He was just lamenting the passing of time, the departure of old acquaintances, and the resulting sense of heaviness, not caring about these trivialities.
Lin Xian turned around and walked into Zhao Yingjun’s personal exhibit hall.
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“Why is it dark?”
Where were the lights?
In the exhibit hall with open doors before him, apart from a faint glow shining on the red carpet in the middle, there were no lights on either side or inside, nothing was clear.
What kind of exhibition is carried out in the dark?
“Zhao Yingjun’s personal exhibit is carried out through projections,”
the trash bin robot VV said as it rolled up to Lin Xian on its tracks, looking up at him:
“It’s like a movie, playing out her life with slides and narrations; since Zhao Yingjun liked to watch movies when she was alive, the exhibition hall was built as she wished, using this method to present her story.”
“Zhao Yingjun liked to watch movies?”
Lin Xian laughed:
“She didn’t like to watch movies, she didn’t have such leisure time.”
He knew too well.
Zhao Yingjun was a workaholic who wished to devote every minute to work.
Asking her to settle down and watch a movie would have been pure torture for her.
The person who liked to watch movies was not her, it was himself.
!
Thinking of this,
Lin Xian stood in place, choking on his thoughts, speechless.
Trash bin robot VV’s eyes flashed green, blinking as it looked at Lin Xian:
“Aren’t you coming?
I can turn on the projection for you.
This place is rarely open to the public, and even the limited visiting days require advance booking.
But since it’s you…
it’s only natural to make an exception.”
“Turn it on,”
Lin Xian said softly:
“I want to see.”
…
Following robot VV forward,
Click.
The wall on the right lit up, projecting a photo of a young couple holding a baby in their arms, a picture of family bliss.
At the same time, a narrative voice arose from nowhere:
“On January 15, 1999, Miss Zhao Yingjun was born in the Imperial Capital of China, into a happy and satisfied family.
Her father was a highly respected prominent figure of the time, and her mother was a revered people’s teacher.”
Continuing forward, there were photos of Zhao Yingjun in elementary school, junior high, and during her study abroad.
Starting from junior high, Zhao Yingjun’s imposing aura began to show through, and even at a young age, her presence was already remarkable, naturally exuding the demeanor of a CEO.
Looking at these photos he had never seen before, Lin Xian unwittingly revealed an uncle’s smile.
The narrative voice continued:
“Miss Zhao Yingjun was excellent in both character and learning from an early age.
Not only did she top the charts in academics, but she also revealed an extraordinary business talent early on.
Hence, after junior high, her father sent her abroad for further studies, later enrolling in the IESE Business School in Spain…
and graduated with outstanding marks across all subjects.”
Moving forward, the photos turned into video.
Lin Xian recognized it, this was footage from the early days when MX Company was established.
He saw many familiar faces, the Vice President, Brother Wang…
a host of faces he regularly interacted with.
“After graduating and returning to China, Miss Zhao Yingjun established MX Company in Donghai City, focusing on novel cosmetics.
Within less than two years, she gained some fame across the country.
And the real start of MX Company becoming a world-class cosmetics giant…
all began with a world-shocking Rhine Moisturizing Cream.”
Lin Xian walked forward, and the wall on the left projected an image of the Rhine Moisturizing Cream.
Naturally, there was also the cartoon image of the Rhein Cat.
“Thanks to the push of the mascot Rhein Cat, the Rhein brand quickly became popular worldwide.
Even today, although Rhein Company has gone bankrupt and closed down, and people no longer need Rhine Moisturizing Cream to protect their skin, the Rhein Cat remains the most beloved doll character among children, selling well for over 600 years on this world.”
Seeing this, Lin Xian had a premonition.
Indeed…
As the trash bin robot said, his existence, his history, and his experiences have all been erased.
Including the MX Company celebration banquet, group photos, interviews…
in those scenes he was actually present, he even remembered where he stood.
But.
In these projected images and photos before him, there was no trace of him.
The creator of the Rhein Cat had become Zhao Yingjun.
The hero behind the Rhine Moisturizing Cream wasn’t even mentioned.
Lin Xian turned his head and continued to walk forward.
“…Later, due to company business adjustments, MX Company was renamed Rhine Corporation, officially starting the prologue of this great legend.”
The projected image was of the day when the Rhine Corporation held its ribbon-cutting ceremony.
Zhao Yingjun stood in the middle, flanked by Brother Wang and Chu Shanhe.
His own figure was absent.
[History has indeed been altered.]
No wonder VV said earlier, there’s no significance in knowing the history here.