Chapter 653: 258 Big Boss Operation_3
It’s definitely sent by an academician from the Ma Institute.
With one hand in his pocket, he read the summary and conclusion written by Bai Lian, and only then did he feel as if his eyes had been cleansed. “Very well written.”
**
Tuesday morning was the academician’s class from the Ma Institute.
Ding Wenyang and his group had completely mixed with Tang Ming’s, and early in the morning, he came to room 407 with A4 papers. Today, they had to hand in their answers to the academician.
He purposely waited at the door for Bai Lian and Tang Ming’s group.
...
“Wang Xi, how is your problem going?” As soon as Ding Wenyang entered, he went over to where Wang Xi was sitting with Gao Yuan, and a few of them were quietly discussing something.
Seeing Bai Lian and Ding Wenyang, they stopped and greeted them.
Wang Xi stood up to explain, “I’m getting nowhere.”
Ding Wenyang’s expression slightly changed. Wang Xi was the star of their group, but these past few days, Liang Wuyu and Tang Ming had shared their understanding of the topology problem given by the academician, while Wang Xi had hardly spoken.
Nobody didn’t want to leave a good impression with the academician. Although the academician was certainly not taking on students now, just one letter of recommendation from him, and they’d have significant clout, no matter where they went.
Ding Wenyang glanced at Wang Xi but said nothing more.
Friday.
At seven in the evening, it was time for the bi-weekly meeting of the Tongfeng class and the public literature report session.
The Tongfeng class was very popular on the forums.
Countless alumni inquired about where the bi-weekly meetings of the Tongfeng class took place.
“It’s in the auditorium of the comprehensive building,” Kong Wei and Yu Simin both said while holding their phones. Jiang University typically didn’t have many classes on Friday nights, “People from the school newspaper will be there to report, and a lot of people from the forum will come to cheer for you. We’ll also go to support you.”
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Bai Lian picked up her laptop and went to the auditorium with them.
**
Faculty of Finance building.
Bai Shaoqi was negotiating with the student council about the promotion of the welcome party when Song Min checked his phone and stood up with his books from the study room.
“Where are you going?” Bai Shaoqi asked as she followed him with her phone.
Song Min spoke softly, “The auditorium in the physics and engineering building. The Tongfeng class is holding a public meeting today.”
The Tongfeng class?
Bai Shaoqi was slightly stunned. Was it the class that Bai Lian was in?
She followed Song Min to the physics and engineering building, where the auditorium was huge, capable of accommodating four or five hundred people at the same time.
Because of Bai Lian’s connection with Ning Xiao and the others, the Tongfeng class was very popular this year. By now, the back of the auditorium was already packed with people, and everyone’s gaze was focused on the students sitting in the middle rows.
Almost all the gazes contained a sense of respect.
Everyone knew that these were the individuals who represented the pinnacle of intellect at Jiang University.
Wang Xu and Pei Qin were among those observing from the back, and upon noticing Bai Shaoqi and Song Min, who they recognized, they spoke in hushed tones, “You guys came too?”
Reporters from the Jiang University school newspaper were already onsite taking photos.
Song Min, observing the unusually expressive crowd, inquired about it.
“Do you see, that first row? That’s Dean Huang sitting there,” Wang Xu explained to Song Min, “The dean of the Physics Faculty, the second disciple of academician Ma. We met him last time; he’s attending the Tongfeng class meeting!”
This academic atmosphere indeed stirred one’s soul.
But the crowd watching from behind could easily cause nervousness.
Bai Shaoqi’s gaze lingered on the girls sitting at the end of the back row.
Officer Sun paused, she looked down at the screen of the phone again; it was a pattern lock, undoubtedly, “Your phone isn’t set up with a numeric password…”
“Yep, 183526794,” Bai Lian’s sitting posture looked carefree, “Just connect these numbers together.”
The sequence of numbers was somewhat complex; Officer Sun had to jot them down in the interrogation memo to barely remember them.
She took the phone outside and, following the memo, connected the numbers one by one into a pattern.
After completing the pattern, she looked at the lock screen and belatedly realized that Bai Lian had used all the numbers. Not only that, none of the connecting lines were parallel; each one had a different slope.
She had probably never seen such a complex pattern before; it took her a moment before she unlocked the phone.
Her attention was immediately drawn to the five missed calls at the bottom.
Upon checking, they were calls from a local Jiangjing landline.
She went back and opened WeChat, where there were many messages, the earlier ones from people like the man in the white tank top and He Wen—none of whom she had heard of.
She recognized only one name, Yan Lu.
However, Officer Sun did not think of Yan Lu as the current hotshot female star; she just assumed it was someone with the same name.
She didn’t scroll down further, instead following Bai Lian’s instructions, she sent two 1s to the pinned contacts “Grandpa” and “Teacher Jiang”, and finally, she sent a message to Principal Shi.
Then, she turned off the phone.
**
Meanwhile.
In a private room at Yunxiao Hotel, the elderly Madame Xu held Buddha Beads in her hand, smiling towards the old lady opposite her, “It’s rare for two kids to take a liking to each other.”
Across the table was Madame Yu.
Her hair was graying, cut just at ear length, and she was dressed in a black and gold cheongsam, occasionally revealing sharp eyes when she lifted her gaze.
“Zhiyue is also a good kid,” she looked down, skimming the froth off the tea in her celadon cup with casual elegance, “Hongyi is quite fond of her.”
She casually brought up Yu Hongyi, prompting Madame Xu to immediately sit up straight.
The Yu Family was involved in politics. Yu Hongjing, the wastrel brother, hadn’t accomplished anything notable; it was all because of his elder sister, Yu Hongyi. There were many male descendents of high-ranking officials eager to marry Yu Hongyi, but very few who wanted to marry Yu Hongjing.
Xu Zhiyue was not the Xu Family’s biological child, but she had been personally raised by Madame Xu herself.
Most importantly, Madame Yu had met Xu Zhiyue; her achievements were indeed excellent, and she was quite easy to handle.
Both sides tacitly agreed on this union.
“To receive Miss Yu’s appreciation is also Yueyue’s good fortune,” Madame Xu’s smile grew even brighter.
She was reluctant to part with Xu Zhiyue, but Bai Lian was someone she dared not touch right now. One cannot catch a wolf without giving up some flesh.
Madame Yu sipped her tea nonchalantly, saying, “I heard that your family is looking for antiques and calligraphy paintings. Just a few days ago, someone gifted Hongyi an original painting. I will have it sent to the Xu residence tomorrow.”
This was also one of Madame Xu’s goals.
Their branch of the family had just separated; they lacked the depth of cultural heritage. Xu En was only acquainted with an old classmate in the art world; his daughter was a member of the Calligraphy Association. They had heard of a few collectors, but no one was willing to part with their treasures.
Collectors already came from notable backgrounds and were not short of money; the Xu Family had not yet reached the point where they could command such respect.
As the two spoke, Madame Yu’s female bodyguard received a phone call and handed the phone over to the elderly lady.
After Madame Yu ended the call, her expression turned cold, “Alright, I’ll be right there.”
**
There was a traffic jam at this hour.
When Madame Xu followed the Yu family representatives to the hospital, she did not even catch a glimpse of Yu Hongjing. The Yu family’s bodyguards were blocking the door, staring coldly at Madame Xu, “Sorry, according to Miss’s instructions, Young Master Yu will not see anyone now.”
Yu Hongjing was staying in the high-ranking officials’ ward in Yunxiao District, and Madame Xu could not get in.
When she asked what had happened, these people kept mum, the person in charge only said indifferently, “If you have any issues, go downstairs and ask your granddaughter about them.”
Was this related to Xu Zhiyue?
A sense of dread filled Madame Xu’s heart.
She saw the silhouettes of police through the crowd, and clutching her cane, she felt increasingly uneasy.
“Let’s go downstairs first and see the miss,” the butler comforted her, “Miss Zhiyue always listens to you, she’s not the kind to cause trouble.”
It just so happened that she had made two PPTs.