Nan Jing knew it would turn out this way.
If Ruan Chen agrees to write an explanation, then she is no longer Ruan Chen.
In the play, Nan Jing silently chanted "I'm not angry, I'm not angry," while forcing a gentle smile onto her face. "Fine, I understand. You're right. If you don't want to write, then so be it. I'll handle it. You can get lost now."
He really didn't tolerate Ruan Chen's temper, but he also knew that Ruan Chen was very stubborn, so he was too lazy to waste words with her.
But Ruan Chen immediately understood Nan Jing's meaning, "Director Nan, are you planning to just find someone to write one for me?"
Nan Jing remained noncommittal, then asked, "So, give me a solution?"
“Isn’t there a college modeling competition at the end of March?” Ruan Chen thought for a moment and said, “I’ve watched the recordings of the previous competitions. The results are real-time, the exam room is completely open, there are more than 30 cameras monitoring without blind spots, and it’s broadcast live across the entire network. How about this one?”
After saying that, Ruan Chen walked to the calendar hanging in Nan Jing's office, casually tore off the stack of calendars that hadn't been torn off during the winter break, revealing today's date: March 2nd.
"Wait another twenty days?" Ruan Chen asked Nan Jing for his opinion. "Nan Jing, I really don't like proving myself."
“Ruan Chen, you really are too unsociable.” Nan Jing sighed, which was tantamount to acknowledging Ruan Chen’s idea. “I will have them issue a statement saying that an investigation is underway. Once you get results in the physics modeling competition, these allegations will naturally fall apart.”
Knowing he had caused trouble for Nan Jing, Ruan Chen was unusually meek and obedient. He picked up a tea knife, broke open a cake of Pu'er tea, and said, "Nan Jing, I see you've almost finished this cake of tea. I'll send you two more cakes of good tea in a couple of days."
Ruan Chen's definition of good tea usually includes a price tag of no less than six figures. When she was in high school, she gave Nan Jing a seven-figure Lao Tongxing tea.
"Just don't cause me any more trouble."
Nan Jing's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, then subconsciously looked at Ruan Chen, before waving his hand to signal her to get lost.
Ruan Chen knew without even thinking that it was Fu Jianzhi calling.
She was too lazy to bother, so she slightly bent over, left Nan Jing's office, and quietly closed the door.
She had only taken a few steps when she heard the sound of something being thrown coming from Nan Jing's office. Judging from the noise, it seemed that Nan Jing had smashed the stack of complaint letters that he had just shown to Ruan Chen.
Ruan Chen subconsciously slowed down by two steps.
"Fu Jianzhi, do you think the hospital is your private property? You think you can just say whatever you want?"
"Are you two trying to drive me to my death?"
"Ruan Chen alone is already giving me a headache, you can never guess when this girl will give me a big surprise!"
"You're helping me? Should I thank you?"
"Isn't your company busy? Mr. Fu, if you're so free, why don't you go pursue a master's degree!"
Where Ruan Chen couldn't hear, Fu Jianzhi sat at the dining table, slowly and deliberately putting a fried egg into his mouth, answering Nan Jing in a gentle and relaxed tone.
"Nan Institute, I just feel that my previous major was not good enough. You know I studied automation. Now I feel that I am lacking in theoretical knowledge and need to come to the First Academy to study in depth. I would appreciate it if Nan Institute could make arrangements."
"I'll sponsor the First Academy with 20 million yuan, and you won't even give me a transfer student spot? Why is Ruan Chen eligible? The Southern Institute can't be biased."
“If I go, I can keep an eye on her and prevent her from causing you trouble. You know Ruan Chen is not a sociable person, so I can help her if I go.”
"Pursue a master's degree? The pressure of a master's degree is immense. You know I'm extremely busy, so there's no rush for me to pursue a master's degree."
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Ruan Chen found out that afternoon why Nan Jing had lost his temper during the day.
She obediently took her books and sat in the classroom. Although she still didn't listen to the lesson and her fingers were clattering on the silent keyboard, at least she showed up in the classroom.
This was a strict order from Nan Jing: if Ruan Chen couldn't even maintain perfect attendance, she could forget about getting her bachelor's degree.
He actually just wanted Ruan Chen to spend more time with people her own age. He was worried about her withdrawn personality. Before, Fu Jianzhi was able to keep her heart, but now there was an irreconcilable conflict between her and Fu Jianzhi. He was afraid that Ruan Chen would go down the path of antisocial personality disorder and never come back.
With Ruan Chen's abilities, if he wanted to do something earth-shattering, it would be a piece of cake.
Ruan Chen was discussing with Nobody when to go to the North District and how to get the technical screening team to shift their attention away from the North District when she suddenly heard a commotion in the classroom, followed by the voice of a man she knew all too well.
Ruan Chen didn't look up, but her fingertips paused in mid-air for a few seconds as she cursed inwardly.
Nobody, however, was gloating. "Wow, they've chased you all the way to school. How creative!"
[I never imagined that in this timeline, Commander Fu, surrounded by beautiful women, would still be so deeply in love with you.]
Ruan Chen: [Try saying it again?]
Nobody kept quiet and continued discussing the previous ideas with Ruan Chen.
Fu Jianzhi was introducing himself on stage, "I previously studied at the Beijing University of Technology's Junior Class for undergraduates, graduating two years ago. My major was automation... I've always felt that I lacked theoretical knowledge, and I've long admired the First Academy, so I came here specifically to pursue further studies..."
"From now on, we'll be classmates, so I hope you'll take care of me..."
To be honest, Fu Jianzhi is only in his early twenties this year. Although he speaks with a mature air, he is still considered young among this group of people.
In addition, Mr. Fu has attended several forums at the First Affiliated Hospital, both business and academic. His appearance is also outstanding. Every forum he attends is packed. He has long been a prominent figure among the younger generation in Jingzhou.
Ruan Chen glanced at the group of people from other classes peering out the window, a faint hint of disdain on her lips, before continuing with her own tasks.
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The Fu family's old residence.
Fu Chengyu was pretending to be well-behaved in front of his third grandfather.
He had dark circles under his eyes, which he had deliberately created by staying up late. "Grandpa, look at this. This is the expected return and investment summary I've prepared over the past few nights."
It's still about that piece of land in Jin Gang. Fu Jianzhi insists on cash, and after scraping together the money, we still have 500 million left.
Fu Chengyu couldn't come up with a single penny of cash himself, so he first went to the bank to re-mortgage the property and car that he had pledged to Ye Zi'an, managing to get out 100 million yuan—this was against the rules, but Fu Chengyu had no other choice.
Now he is trying to scrape together the remaining money from the few clan elders who dote on him.
He was the first child of the younger generation in the Fu family and was spoiled from childhood to adulthood.
“I remember this land,” Third Grandfather said, looking at it. “Isn’t this the land under Fu Jianzhi’s control? It’s been sitting idle for quite a while. I was even going to use this to question him at the next meeting. What, Yu’er, are you going to take it over? Haven’t you always been relatively indifferent to business matters?”
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