Chapter 131

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

After class, Professor Lei gave Chen Yi his business card and set a time, saying: "Tomorrow afternoon at this time, I'll be in my office. You prepare well. The other graduate students all want to do this project too. Whether it ends up being done individually or together hasn't been decided yet."

He was naturally hinting that Chen Yi would have to compete.

Of course, such hints were surely given to every student. Lei Gongpo didn't mind which students ultimately completed the project.

Chen Yi gave two "mm-hmms." For competing to do the project solo, he truly lacked interest.

Lin Yuan, however, viewed it as class honor. She dragged Liu Xinyu along: "Counselor, should we help Chen Yi prepare..."

The counselor comrade merely smiled.

Chen Yi was still afraid she might agree, so he hurriedly said "embarrassed" and left, shooting Liu Xinyu a fierce look warning her not to speak nonsense.

The latter was smiling cheerfully, as if she'd caught his little tail. She patted Lin Yuan's shoulder, told her to do a good job, then followed Chen Yi out of the classroom.

Back at the dormitory, the dorm was already largely complete. Only the TV hadn't been delivered, leaving an empty TV wall.

Jin Douna was busy researching and preparing various documents. Seeing them enter, she praised: "Jiangning's workers are really efficient."

"Not all Jiangning workers have such high efficiency." Liu Xinyu said as she walked toward the bedroom. She had been strictly forbidden from touching these documents and didn't want to touch them again.

Jin Douna thought she was in a bad mood and didn't speak. She just handed a few documents to Chen Yi to look at and said: "This is the information the Jiangning person in charge wants to send to headquarters today."

"Sent over by someone else?" Chen Yi wasn't familiar with Liu Xinyu's responsibilities. He glanced at the **niang in the room and laughed: "Thought she was all alone in the world."

"She manages several nearby provinces." Jin Douna used to be Liu Xinyu's assistant. All these affairs, at the very least she had assisted with. She said with some emotion and some anticipation: "Jiangning probably has several dozen Research Society members. Some hold high positions. But they're all single-line contacts. They only come looking for little... Liu Xinyu when they need help."

"Counting Research Society members from a few other provinces and cities, she has nearly a thousand people under her. Even if they only report once or twice a year, that's three or four people every day."

"No wonder she needs an assistant." Chen Yi said, reading the documents from top to bottom. He slightly altered a few characters, handed them back to her, and said: "Send them out."

The alterations had no special meaning. Just proving his existence.

If he let Jin Douna handle everything completely, the eventual result would likely be that he'd prop her up but lose control.

The Korean beauty sat straight at the desk with her 22-inch slender waist, operating the computer.

Chen Yi pursed his lips. He always felt her working scene held more temptation than substance.

With a waist that thin, isn't she afraid it'll snap?

Looking back at Liu Xinyu, she seemed to be playing Link Game. Same with her. With a chest that big, doesn't it crush her waist?

While his mind wandered through these random thoughts, he still had to send Professor Chester an email expressing his gratitude and raising new questions.

Political economy, as understood by Chinese people, is a humanities-leaning discipline. But to publish in various journals, especially foreign journals, mere verbal descriptions won't do. You must attach countless formulas and explanations. If you can create your own mathematical model, that's even better.

Chen Yi's science level wasn't actually bad. Ever since Source Energy overflowed in his body, his IQ had increased by at least twenty or thirty points. Add the Level 4 Intelligence Scroll, and Newton, Einstein — in terms of IQ level, they're just like that.

And these great men, relying on their unique advantages, didn't actually spend that long learning their predecessors' knowledge. By Chen Yi's age, they'd basically already finished learning all existing knowledge in the relevant fields worldwide.

Chen Yi occasionally took out time to read books, thought a bit while cultivating his body. Reaching graduate or PhD student science level was a very natural thing — actually, if not for two extra entrance exams, what graduate and PhD students could improve might merely be their computer game level.

Professor Chester's achievements in economics are undeniable. A few pointers from him could serve to point the way.

Moreover, viewing China's labor market from his perspective aligns more with mainstream US-European concepts — which is to say, the world's mainstream concepts.

Chen Yi organized it all, made it into a first concise report. Then he replied to Gold Source International and Little Sister's emails. Finally he didn't forget to send one to Lu Fan, asking about his project questions.

Not long after, Lu Fan's call came through. He asked in surprise to the point of disbelief: "You really got that provincial key project?"

"That one?"

"Jiang University is a small place." Lu Fan seemed to be in the dormitory. His voice was heavy: "Provincial key project. How many times has one been given to a student? Lei Gongpo said he'd get a project for his graduate students. The whole school knows. Who expected it to be snatched by you."

"Not snatched by me. Might be shared by everyone."

"That's not bad either. Oh, did you know? My project is going smoothly. Although there are foreign professors researching similar topics, mine is more refined." Lu Fan then said: "What do you need? I'll help you write the project proposal."

Chen Yi curled his lip: "Better to return some interesting fossils to me."

"The ones at Professor Lao Ying's aren't enough for you?"

"He won't sell." Chen Yi said helplessly. The fossils he bought at City God Temple didn't perform too well in the subway. Maybe the fossil quality was too poor. Maybe there was fraud involved. Maybe the subway requires different types of fossils. Whatever the case, they were basically all a waste.

At least he was certain: Velociraptor fossils, Pterosaur fossils, etc., all no longer had any effect.

Lu Fan said understandingly: "Professor Lao loves fossils his whole life. He definitely wouldn't sell them all to you. Trading is about the same. Forget it. When I can go to the site, I'll get you some fresh ones."

After a pause, Lu Fan said something to the person beside him, then said: "I happen to be free now. Coming over right away. I'll help you write the project proposal. Count it as repaying interest."

Chen Yi looked at Liu Xinyu and Jin Douna in the room, and still thanked him.

Nothing to hide. At least the masses on the 23rd floor knew he was hiding a beauty in a golden house. And the project proposal wasn't that long, but it had plenty of formulaic content. Having such a thing could add quite a bit of luster.

Since we're doing it, do it well. This is something he'd heard from childhood until his ears grew calluses.

Lu Fan arrived as soon as he said he would, and brought a friend along.

When the door opened, the two were still chatting and laughing. Seeing Jin Douna in a cool hot-pants outfit, an air of Asian charm — the two were instantly struck speechless.

"All here." Chen Yi came out of the bedroom acting as host. He smiled: "Here, not counting yesterday's, you're the first wave of guests. Come in, sit wherever."

"Sofa, tea table, wine cabinet!" Things common in ordinary homes, seeing them in a dormitory is simply unbelievable.

A wine cabinet in a dormitory is as magical as a wine cellar in an apartment.

"Want a glass?" Chen Yi deliberately took out a bottle of white grape wine.

In the middle of summer, drinking white grape wine is more comfortable.

The two nodded repeatedly.

Graduate students living in dormitories long enough are like soldiers let out to pasture too long. Seeing a two-bedroom, one-living-room makes them feel it's magnificent.

Lu Fan drank it down in one gulp enviously. Heroically he said: "Where's the project proposal?"

Jin Douna snatched the glass from his hand and said crossly: "Careful, it's crystal. Hua Xiong is over there."

"Have you read Romance of the Three Kingdoms too?" another graduate student exclaimed in surprise.

Jin Douna glanced at him disdainfully and said, "I've even read White Deer Plain."

"What deer?" Science graduate students are all angels with broken wings...

Designing the project proposal, writing the explanatory text, plus some brief designs and considerations, took up most of the day.

During that time, Liu Xinyu came out wearing a low V-neck and a convenient short skirt, exposing 30% of her skin, enough to make people stop working for ten minutes.

Lu Fan had to sigh: "Unfortunately, she's not mine."

Then he said to Chen Yi: "Do you know why people now hate the rich and dislike all kinds of second-generation heirs?"

"I'm a fourth-generation heir." Chen Yi didn't even look up.

Lu Fan still said: "You take up too many resources, occupying the toilet without defecating, detestable."

Chen Yi raised his head somewhat awarely, looked at Jin Douna still holding in her small waist, and Liu Xinyu within sight playing Link Game with her legs crossed, and nodded in agreement: "Resources should indeed be fully utilized."

Lu Fan rolled his eyes hard: "That's not the key point I was making."

No one paid him any attention.

The next day.

Liu Xinyu, in the name of Counselor, went to Professor Lei's office together with Chen Yi.

The final result decided was that Chen Yi and another master's student surnamed Yang would complete this project together. Who would be the second author of the thesis was undecided, but the first author was naturally Professor Lei himself—the biggest gain from pulling back the project, and Chen Yi agreed to this point as well.

Not lingering much in the office, Chen Yi took Liu Xinyu rushing around the streets, and kept her in the car the whole time.

The little lizard was very satisfied with such a mission.

It solemnly said to Chen Yi: "I will definitely fulfill two guarantees and two persistences. Guarantee the beauty doesn't leave, guarantee the beauty doesn't look around; persist in staying put when the car doesn't move, persist in keeping my mouth shut and not speaking. You can rest assured."

When Chen Yi carried the papers and got into the taxi, he indeed saw the little lizard lock all the doors.

Having a pickup truck, yet still having to take a taxi.

Chen Yi worriedly thought, slowly arrived at the subway station, and shortly after, reached a bright Parisian street.

Considering that he would be cultivating his body in Holy Qiao for twenty or thirty hours, rewarding himself with a meal seemed very necessary. An eleven-course French meal was an almost perfect choice—the difference between eating a proper meal in France and in New York was that each course would be paired with a different wine.

In any other corner of the world, this was almost unimaginable.

Of course, the price was not cheap either, Michelin three-star, usually over 200 euros.

Full of wine and food, he took the subway again and arrived at the Holy Qiao Kingdom he had been away from for dozens of hours.

Timothy welcomed him with a bow, his face full of joy.

Chen Yi smiled familiarly: "Looks like there's good news?"

"Yes." Timothy couldn't hide his joy as he said: "My Holy Qiao Army, in a decisive battle, defeated the West Line Allied Forces and seized countless spoils."

The word "seized" immediately attracted Chen Yi's attention.

He quickly opened the crystal screen, and indeed saw seven or eight items listed, and the topmost one was surprisingly a "Space Storage Ring."

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