Chapter 293

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Before the second class began, Chen Yi found Han He. Sure enough, this guy was holed up in the library reading materials, four eyes focused intently, like a male monkey picking lice off a female monkey to curry favor.

However, Chen Yi guessed that the other party had definitely talked with Han He, and it was a top-down conversation; compared to himself, the Academy and the School had far too many methods to control Han He.

Although he felt sympathy, seeing Han He's serious studying appearance, Chen Yi got angry for no good reason, walked up and snatched away his book, saying: "What time do you think it is, still hiding in the library? You know someone wants to oust you from your position, right."

"Second author? If Yun Hangsheng wants it, give it to him."

Being second author isn't that simple; otherwise Han He wouldn't have fought tooth and nail to revise the paper back then.

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, and asked: "What benefits did he promise you?"

"A suite, or 300,000 cash, or guaranteed stay at the school after graduation, transfer to Jiangning Communications University is also possible." Han He said, pausing for breath, then said: "I didn't agree."

Chen Yi's expression eased slightly, thinking to himself that blocking Lu Weidong hadn't been in vain.

"If you really agreed, you'd be stupid beyond measure. JPE second author — would you need them to solve your job? Staying in the United States would be enough." Finishing, he paused slightly, then Chen Yi asked again: "What are you thinking?"

"I was waiting for you." Han He suddenly raised his head, a smile on his face.

All in all, Han He isn't a likable kid; his perfectionism, his inability to navigate social niceties... but one thing: Han He works hard enough, struggles hard enough. It's not that he doesn't understand human relations and worldly wisdom; he simply disdains spending time on them. And his perfectionism — it is precisely his perfectionism that sent Chen Yi to the position of JPE first author; that is, after all, a very beautiful credential...

"You brat really aren't stupid." Chen Yi couldn't help but laugh too. Indeed, speaking of within the school, those who would fight desperately to help Han He stand up might be a few people, but those who could actually help him stand up — perhaps only himself.

Thinking of this, Chen Yi actually felt a sense of responsibility on his shoulders. Slight pressure, spurring one to advance.

The morning library had not a single person; Chen Yi sat opposite Han He and asked: "Was it Yun Hangsheng who came to find you?"

"It was Dean Lu, Lu Weidong."

"I thought so too; Yun Hangsheng showing his face would be inappropriate." Chen Yi calmed his mind and thought for a bit, then said: "If we calculate purely by interest, assuming our new paper can be published in JPE, you and I both know this requires a certain amount of luck; but even so, you getting another JPE second author — the value isn't that great... whereas Yun Hangsheng getting it is very meaningful. I feel, if they're willing to give a large compensation because of this, it's not impossible."

Effort should be rewarded at all times, at the very least with respect.

The equivalent exchange of what you ask and I grant is the cornerstone of society's existence; wanton deprivation is an act of violence.

"Whatever you say, that's what I'll do." Han He had an appearance of handing full authority over to you.

Actually this is the best method; he knew very clearly in his heart that if it weren't for Chen Yi participating in this project, with Yun Hangsheng's family background, the school would definitely pull strings; at that time, not giving you benefits but only threatening you with harms, most likely you'd still have to submit. Students in school seem free, but actually suffer all kinds of restrictions. Any punishment could remain in the archives and affect a lifetime; once attendance, exams, even homework are taken seriously, they can produce enormous lethality. Things like scholarships, degree certificates, and the like are also very effective constraint conditions; finally there are reward measures like recommended graduate school and recommended doctorate. It can be said that slightly more flexible department leaders can all play students in the palm of their hand.

If Han He resisted the school on his own, the consequence of not taking the 300,000 would very likely be suffering all kinds of pressure, finally walking away with 250,000. He might be able to blow the matter up big, but no matter how big, it's hard to match the title of Minister of Finance; even if leaders above heard of it, they wouldn't therefore side with an ordinary student.

Chen Yi didn't need to think too much to feel troubled for Han He. However, Han He being able to decisively hand the decision-making power to himself — although reasonable — still required considerable courage. Not saying more, this is at least a decision worth 300,000, and also a trust worth 300,000.

"I will definitely help you fight for the best." Chen Yi finished speaking, called Jin Douna, then had her go find Yun Hangsheng and Dean Lu's phone numbers.

Han He smiled gratefully, closed his book and said: "Then shall we go to the Experimental Building now?"

"Go to the Experimental Building?"

"Professor Lei's time isn't plentiful; we need to churn out a good paper before the academic exchange, time is tight."

"I don't have a shred of desire..." One paper to satisfy Grandpa is enough for Chen Yi; he can't really transform into a scholar, can he.

But Han He said: "I've long wanted to write a paper on the Economic Consumption Index of Chinese Workers; now is a good chance to consult the professors more. Even the best opportunity requires strength to fight for; in the future we can still write JPE-level papers."

Chen Yi scratched his head, followed along; never mind the paper, making an appointment for the two to meet at the Experimental Building isn't bad. "

Along the way, warblers and swallows — girls — frequently glanced at Chen Yi, whispering and laughing loudly, making Han He look on with envy. Chen family men are born handsome; this is the genetic modification from continuously marrying beauties. And since practicing Body Technique, Chen Yi's physique has naturally become better and better; despite not deliberately training muscles, an inverted triangle shape has faintly emerged. Standing in a campus full of scholars, he can be called eye-catching.

Classmate Chen also frequently nodded at sweet-looking little beauties, his manner having as much big-shot style as you could want.

Han He walked a stretch of road, finally couldn't hold back and said: "You've got a bit of a leader's vibe."

"Don't I?"

"You practiced in private, right?" Han He said laughing.

Chen Yi smiled mysteriously, saying: "Indeed there is a place to practice."

The West Continent isn't a good place to practice? The residents of West River City-State number less than ten thousand, but the people living in West River City-State every day are no fewer than ten thousand. As a new economic powerhouse city on the West Continent, the increase in floating population is within expectations.

Han He wouldn't ask about that; he just recalled his paper topic on his own. Looking at his appearance, this life he'll just have to deal with theory.

Vehicles aren't allowed on campus; therefore Han He boldly and assuredly thought seriously. Sometimes he thought so hard he forgot to walk and just stopped there; sometimes he walked and walked and veered off direction, as if drunk.

He was actually nervous. Professor Lei Gongpo, although not an international top-tier scholar, is at least one of China's most outstanding economists; his time is naturally infinitely precious. Even though Han He is his graduate student, the time spent listening to his teachings each semester doesn't exceed 10 classes; the rest is all email contact. In this regard, Jiangning University's faculty strength is truly not bad; especially professors teaching undergraduates are often famous figures other schools can't envy enough.

"Careful." Chen Yi suddenly grabbed Han He; beside them were three monks wearing yellow-red kasayas. Han He was swaying unsteadily; if he walked further forward he would have collided.

"Thank you, benefactor." The speaker was a 40-year-old prime-aged monk, body strong like an ox, half a bare arm exposed, seeming to have very high martial value.

Able to make Chen Yi feel martial value is high — that combat power is definitely stronger than Liu Xinyu and the others. A trace of strangeness surged in Chen Yi's heart; he asked: "Which temple are you from? What are you doing at the Experimental Building?"

"We come from Baima Temple." The other party spoke and was about to leave.

Chen Yi frowned slightly, coughed once and said: "I've been to Baima Temple; where inside are there warrior monks like you? Also, I asked — what are you doing at the Experimental Building?"

A black-faced young monk shouted: "Who are you to meddle in our business?"

"I'm a student of this school." Chen Yi said, quickly walking two steps, snatching the spot to enter the elevator first. If the previous questioning was merely casual inquiry, now it was deep suspicion. Jiangning University's Experimental Building is newly built; whether valuable equipment or valuable information, there's quite a lot; usually people can't enter and exit casually. Seeing bald heads is understandable; seeing monks is too strange.

The black-faced monk, seeing he was beaten to it, said with explosive temper "So what?", simultaneously turning sideways to shoulder-check, trying to squeeze through the door. Chen Yi slightly shifted his step, and shoved him back instead, nearly crashing into the marble wall.

The black-faced monk looked at most eighteen or nineteen, but his height was over 1.9 meters. After being shoved out he froze for a moment, then immediately swung his fist to hit Chen Yi.

"Silence, stop." The leading monk extended an arm and caught the big guy's wrist, then saluted Chen Yi: "This junior disciple is rash..."

The tone still carried quite an ancient flavor.

Several people blocked the elevator; soon the Experimental Building's person in charge came to disperse the crowd. Dean Lu was originally waiting on the Third Floor; one phone call and he ran down.

"Students all go do your own things, disperse." Lu Weidong is a person who pays great attention to public opinion; therefore the first thing is to control public opinion, then ask Han He what the situation is.

Chen Yi blocked the way and said: "They claim to be monks from Baima Temple; do you know what the situation is?"

Baima Temple has declined several times and long since lost its former appearance. That black-faced monk is already at Body Technique Level 8; the middle-aged monk with bared upper arm is even stronger — definitely not ordinary people.

Lu Weidong had a forehead full of fine sweat, not knowing when Chen Yi had become a trouble magnet, but at this moment could only answer in a low voice: "They're here to see Professor Ni Dian of the Chinese Language Department."

Professor Ni Dian was a legendary master of Chinese studies, and exceptionally intelligent besides; it was said that at sixty he learned Turkish as a birthday gift, mastering it in no more than four or five months, making him a pillar of Jiangning University's propaganda platform. Hearing his name, Chen Yi finally hesitantly stepped aside from the elevator door and said with a laugh, "Excuse me."

The black-faced monk glared at him fiercely, pulling another young monk into the elevator. The middle-aged monk, however, looked Chen Yi up and down and said with a smile, "The patron has a fate root; my dharma name is Ru Ding. If you have leisure someday, come to Luoyang for a gathering."

Never mind, he also handed Chen Yi a business card.

"Religious Association Director?"

"Consecrated." Ru Ding smiled.

Hearing this, Chen Yi smiled and pinched the business card, and faintly there was actually fighting qi flowing within it.

"Really or fake?" Now it was Chen Yi's turn to be dazed.

He looked up, but the person had already left. He tried several more times, and indeed, only when the business card was under pressure would an extremely faint fighting qi swirl around it. Chen Yi estimated that only a knight of fourth or fifth level or above could discern it, or a mage of third level or above.

"Chen Yi, cough cough." Lu Weidong had to interrupt Chen Yi's thoughts.

"Oh, has Yun Hangsheng come?" Student Chen raised his head and carefully put away the business card.

"He has come."

"Does Minister Yun know?"

"This... you can ask Yun Hangsheng."

Chen Yi was in quite a good mood as he patted Lu Weidong's shoulder and said with a smile, "Dean Lu, you are truly cunning, very cunning."

The three of them walked into the elevator with forced smiles.

All the students who saw this scene were in a state of mental short-circuit, especially Cai Huaqing and Zhou Tong, who had just entered the door; in the more than a month since they had seen Chen Yi, they had been doing very well, in good spirits, living well, and studying well, but now they suddenly felt terrible.