Chapter 1079

Wu Ying was also silent for a long while before saying: "I don't know if this counts as an accident; he fell down the stairs two days ago."

"He fell down the stairs?" Old Sun didn't know what to say for a moment, "This shouldn't have anything to do with his defection; there must be other reasons."

"How about!" Wu Ying hesitated: "I go to the hospital to see him?"

"That's fine!"

Old Sun still hoped to win Zhang Wengong back; after all, he was a university professor, and his social status and credibility were far stronger than theirs.

"Okay, I'm going now." Wu Ying hung up the phone and walked out with her bag; she also wanted to know why Zhang Wengong had suddenly defected.

But when she arrived at the hospital, she had an empty run; Zhang Wengong had already been discharged. She was unwilling and went to his home, but the door was locked.

This made her a bit at a loss; she stood on the street for a long time, then gritted her teeth and took a taxi to Beijing Normal University.

Because she had been here before, she walked to the office building with ease; when she passed the comprehensive building, she saw the big-character posters on the wall, and the corners of her eyes jumped violently.

She finally understood why Zhang Wengong had defected; he was scolded as a traitor by students in big-character posters, and the school was required to punish him severely. If one had to choose between keeping one's reputation, career, social status, and money.

Putting herself in his shoes, she would of course choose the former three; as long as she kept her reputation, career, and social status, wanting to make money would be easy. But for the sake of immediate interests, abandoning these was abandoning the foundation of standing, losing the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds.

She didn't know about Zhang Wengong plagiarizing student papers, but that didn't matter anymore. She knew the reason, and she knew very well in her heart that even if she found him, it would be useless; Zhang Wengong couldn't possibly eat the grass he had already eaten.

Wu Ying left the campus, took a taxi back to her unit, and then called Old Sun to tell him about the matter.

Old Sun didn't say anything either, just sighed and put down the phone.

Wu Ying sat in the chair in a daze; she really didn't care about being scolded as a foreign slave or a traitor in the newspaper.

But seeing the big-character posters on the wall of Beijing Normal University today, her heart was indeed hit hard.

Thinking back to the phone calls her husband made from abroad at the end of every month, telling her about the shootings that happened in such-and-such places, police killing people, and children being discriminated against in school again...

These words, she just listened to them before and didn't think deeply. But now that she thought about it, her chest felt as heavy as if a huge stone was pressing on it.

"Could it really be that I was wrong? No, I was not wrong." Wu Ying shook her head abruptly: "Shootings, police killing people, discrimination, must just be individual phenomena; the West is so civilized and so advanced, most people are very high-quality."

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Old Moscow Restaurant; Zhou Anqin was skillfully cutting steak with a knife and fork, and sitting opposite her was a beautiful girl around twenty years old, wearing jeans, with a ponytail, and a very artistic atmosphere.

She was Meng Tian, the author of that painting "Foreign Slave"; although she was also cutting steak with a knife and fork, her eyes looked at Zhou Anqin from time to time, especially at the watch on her wrist.

At this time, most people in the country probably didn't know what kind of watch that was, but she knew it was Patek Philippe, and the price was 170,000 Hong Kong dollars. The reason she knew was because her cousin, who went to Hong Kong on a business trip a while ago, had a magazine he brought back that introduced it.

After all, she was an art student and a girl, so she would pay attention to things that were good-looking, beautiful, and pretty, especially the price of 170,000, which left a very deep impression on her. And that magazine was still lying on her bedside table.

Just the day before yesterday, Zhou Anqin found her and said that to thank her for supporting Zhou Andong, she wanted to invite her to dinner, but she didn't agree. First, she was a die-hard fan of Zhou Andong. Second, Zhou Andong donated twenty million US dollars to the Central Academy of Fine Arts, so she should support Zhou Andong.

At that time, she didn't think too much, but didn't expect that she would be found again today; only then did she realize that the name Zhou Anqin was only one character different from Zhou Andong.

Then she carefully looked at Zhou Anqin, who was dressed very ordinarily but had a very good temperament, and she had doubts in her heart, so this time she agreed.

Old Moscow was her choice; after arriving, she found that whether it was ordering food or using a knife and fork, Zhou Anqin was very skillful, obviously eating Western food often.

Immediately after, she noticed the watch on Zhou Anqin's wrist; she observed for a long while before confirming that it was the same model introduced in the magazine, a Patek Philippe worth 170,000 Hong Kong dollars. And the current Hong Kong dollar was more valuable than the Renminbi, which also confirmed the speculation in her heart.

"Are you Zhou Andong's sister?"

Zhou Anqin put down the tea, picked up the napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth, and smiled slightly.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

Meng Tian also smiled: "Your name is Zhou Anqin, only one character different from Zhou Andong, and you came to invite me twice, just to thank me for supporting Zhou Andong; this already explains the problem."

At this time, three people came in from outside, two men and one woman; the man was wearing a suit, the woman was wearing a skirt just above her knees, a white shirt on her upper body, a vest on the outside, and a pair of round-toed low-heeled leather shoes on her feet; these three people looked like elites of this era at a glance.

One of the men came in and saw Meng Tian, then said something to the man and woman beside him, and walked over with a smile.

"Meng Tian, why did you run here to eat today?"

Meng Tian looked up, saw the man, and smiled: "I missed the taste of Old Moscow, so I came over."

The man glanced at Zhou Anqin, and a flash of amazement appeared in his eyes: "Is this your classmate?"

"My junior, Zhou Anqin." Meng Tian nodded: "Anqin, this is my cousin Gu Qian!"

"Mr. Gu, hello!" Zhou Anqin stood up and shook hands with Gu Qian.

"Miss Zhou, very happy to meet you."

Gu Qian lightly touched Zhou Anqin's fingertips; this performance could be described as quite polite.

"You guys eat; I have two colleagues over there, and we'll eat together again when we have time."

"Okay!" Zhou Anqin nodded, watching Gu Qian go back before sitting down.

Meng Tian looked back at her cousin, then looked at Zhou Anqin, her heart moved, and she said with a smile.

"Is my cousin very handsome?"

Zhou Anqin pursed her lips and smiled, not speaking, lowering her head to take a sip of soup.

Meng Tian continued: "He is only 27 this year, and is now the deputy director of the Credit Department of the National Bank; he is very young and promising, and his future is immeasurable."

"27?" Zhou Anqin said with a smile: "Very coincidental, the same age as my brother."

"Do you have time tonight?"

Meng Tian immediately changed the subject; Zhou Anqin was obviously refusing, and if she still entangled in this problem, she could be sure that this was the first and last time she would eat with Zhou Anqin.

Her cousin was indeed young and promising, but compared with Zhou Andong of the same age, the gap was too big.