Chapter 505: Anyway, I've learned enough

Jiang Liangjin opened that message: 【You, the flow of this fund completely overlaps with the line you previously warned about; we suspect the same person is operating behind it, please confirm on your end again.】

Jiang Liangjin tapped out a line with his fingertip: 【Continue tracking, don't startle the snake, report any new developments.】

The other side quickly replied with a confirmation instruction: "Received."

He copied and saved the data, cleared the operation traces, closed the computer, and rubbed his brow.

At age ten, he tried investing with his saved pocket money.

The first trade didn't earn much, but it let him grasp the logic of how the financial market works.

Over the following years, he precisely controlled several investment trends, his funds grew larger and larger, and eventually he was noticed by a certain top overseas fund, which invited him to become one of its behind-the-scenes operators under an anonymous identity.

All operations were conducted entirely on a single software platform, with identity encrypted in layers; no one in the family knew, not even Jiang Su, that his son had such an identity abroad.

He had only explained a few sentences to Mu Youyu when they were children; now thinking back, she probably forgot long ago.

In his early years, he rarely used this identity for anything.

After taking charge of the Jiang and Shen families, he devoted most of his energy to the family enterprise; now overseas fund affairs are rarely handled personally, retaining only the most critical parts.

But the encrypted message he received that day at the charity gala forced him to reopen this backend over the past few days.

Returning to his room, Jiang Liangjin's phone rang again; the caller was an acquaintance.

The note showed "Uncle Chen", his father's friend, a professor at C University's School of Finance and Economics, a notable figure in China's financial sector.

This person calls him every few days, always with the same topic, urging him to apply for a major in the School of Finance and Economics.

"A Jin, you're not asleep yet?" came the surprised tone from the other end, probably not expecting to get through at this hour.

The reason the other party knows Jiang Liangjin is in Z Country is thanks to Mu Youyu posting on his Moments every day.

"Almost." Jiang Liangjin replied instantly, guessing his intent in zero seconds: "Uncle Chen, anything up?"

"Haha, nothing major, just asking if you're really not considering the finance major for college? Let me tell you, you know how our C University's finance program ranks domestically; if you come, I'll personally guide you, and you can pick any resources you like."

Uncle Chen also holds the position of dean of C University's School of Finance and Economics, and his words carry great weight in China's financial circles.

At this moment, this dean is earnestly advising over the phone a sixteen‑year‑old boy to apply for his major.

His tone carries a hint of "If you don't agree, I'll fly over myself to find you."

Jiang Liangjin switched the phone to his other hand: "No, I'm applying for something else."

He has received similar invitations several times this year, the talk is largely the same—nothing more than "It's a waste not to come with your talent" or "Some department has better resources and more practical opportunities"—not just him, even Youbao has grown tired of hearing it.

"What else? What else?" Uncle Chen's voice rose a notch: "Tell me, what major suits you better than finance? Not studying finance is a waste of talent."

In Uncle Chen's mind, his top choice for him is the finance major.

Jiang Liangjin sat on the bed, voice calm: "Let it be a waste of talent; anyway, I've learned enough."

Uncle Chen choked on his words: "Learned enough? How old are you? You say you've learned enough? Can what you studied in middle and high school compare to college?"

"It can."

Jiang Liangjin drawled, "I've been exposed to finance, business management, and economics-related courses since middle school, and with the actual work I've done during winter and summer breaks at the company these past few years, I've pretty much learned everything I need to."

"Moreover, I just took over the family enterprise this year; I'm in the trenches every day, which is more useful than sitting in a classroom listening to case studies."

Going back to class to hear it all again would be pure waste of time.

Uncle Chen certainly knows Jiang Liangjin's practical finance experience is richer than that of many students who have completed four years of undergraduate study.

Every decision he handles is not a numbers game on a simulation board.

"Then what are you planning to apply for?" Uncle Chen still wasn't resigned.

Jiang Liangjin: "Barring any surprises, it will be an arts major."

"Arts?" Uncle Chen thought he'd misheard: "You, who's thriving in the business world, going to study arts? Are you serious?"

"Serious."

Uncle Chen took a deep breath, seemingly digesting the information, and after a few seconds spoke: "Let me tell you, if you study finance or business, your future achievements won't be lower than your father's, and may even surpass his. Going to study arts—isn't that using great talent for a small purpose?"

He stepped back and brought up the business management major.

Where would Jiang Liangjin find the time to compare himself to his father?

He replied calmly: "Uncle Chen, 'great talent for a small purpose' isn't used that way; in college I have to run the company—where would I find that much time?"

"In college, I just want to learn something I like."

Uncle Chen was choked up again.

This kid will continue to manage the family enterprise in the future.

To some extent, this is countless times stronger than peers who study full‑time, then graduate and start from the grassroots.

"Have you really decided?" Uncle Chen finally struggled a bit.

"I have."

Uncle Chen sighed: "Alright, since you've decided, I won't push you. But let me say, if you ever change your mind, come find me anytime—the doors of our School of Finance and Economics will always be open for you."

Jiang Liangjin politely said: "Okay, Uncle Chen, don't call me about this again; even if you ask a hundred million times, my answer will be the same. Please understand, thank you."

Uncle Chen: "……"

Z Country, a certain national-level research center.

Mu Yichi cleared the security gate and left the lab; the lights in the hallway had already been mostly turned off.

He took off his safety goggles, rubbed his brow, and in his other hand still clutched a freshly printed encrypted document.

If the contents of this document were seen by someone who shouldn't see them, it could cause a considerable stir.

Mu Yichi walked to the door of his rest room, several layers of security gates opened one after another; he stepped through, and the door shut silently behind him.

Inside the rest room sat a person—Mu Yichen sitting upright, intently staring at the computer before him, the screen filled with dense lines of code.

He had come out half an hour earlier than Mu Yichi and had already been waiting here for a while.

"Brother." Mu Yichi sat opposite him, pushing the encrypted document over: "The data from over there is out—have a look."

Mu Yichen took it, gave it a quick scan, and asked: "How about the quantum communication test over there?"

"Still running, I estimate the result will come out the day after tomorrow." Mu Yichi rubbed his wrist and asked, "How come you're even more impatient than I am?"