Chapter 311: Only My Unique Method Chapter 311: A Group of Women in the Woods Are Not Worth Two Women in Bed (3)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Seeing Chen Yi appear in the exchange scholar's seat, He Tao and Wang Dong's moods turned terrible. He Tao didn't need any more prompting; he proactively called He Fuhan and explained the current situation.

He Fuhan knew this matter inside and out. After brief consideration, he said: "Yun Hangsheng is Minister Yun's son. Teaming up with Chen Yi to go to Cornell University, they're probably just looking to pad their resumes. Don't worry. Study hard at school... get on good terms with Yun Hangsheng, and stop meddling with Chen Yi."

The last sentence was spoken slowly, clearly the key point. He Tao didn't dare say that he and the others had already offended Yun Hangsheng, and he certainly couldn't mention what Wang Dong had said. So he could only agree obediently and end the call.

Wang Dong waited anxiously beside him, watching He Tao hang up with an expression that went from hopeful to disappointed. He couldn't help asking: "Why didn't you say anything?"

He Tao was unusually forthcoming with this henchman of his, explaining: "That Yun Hangsheng is Finance Minister Yun Buzhang's son. Uncle told me to build a good relationship with him. How could I tell him? Tell him you've already offended the guy?"

The He Family was still formidable in Southeast Province, but nationwide they were just average.

Wang Dong was stunned. He wasn't afraid of offending Chen Yi because the He Family and Chen Family were mortal enemies. As long as He Tao put in a good word, He Fuhan would likely back him up; at worst he'd compensate him a bit. But now he'd offended a Finance Minister — anyone with a brain knew the He Family would never stick their neck out for him.

He Tao patted his henchman's shoulder and advised: "Don't worry. It's just a few words. Apologize afterward, and I'll buy the drinks."

He also wanted to use this chance to win over Yun Hangsheng.

As the saying goes, no fight, no acquaintance. Which princeling isn't full of themselves? As long as you know your place. He Fuhan doesn't want to offend Minister Yun — does that mean Minister Yun wants to offend the He Family?

All the princelings under heaven are one family. Unless there's an irreconcilable blood feud between families, they're all the type who can share a blanket.

The dark clouds on Wang Dong's face dissipated. He forced a smile: "Maybe he's already forgotten about me."

"You said harsh words. He won't forget." He Tao was clear on this. "After the exchange conference ends, you go apologize. Be sincere. Nothing embarrassing about it. He can't exactly eat you alive in America."

Yun Hangsheng and Chen Yi are close. Going to apologize might mean apologizing to both. Wang Dong was reluctant, so he stalled with a smile: "How about tomorrow? Wait for him to cool down."

Tomorrow the two might have already parted ways.

"Up to you." He Tao wasn't in a hurry. He put his arm around the Big Ocean Horse and said in half-baked English: "We weren't familiar with the market before. Looks like American universities can buy papers with money too. Now we know. Next year we'll sit on the dais too. Miranda, don't you want to sit on the dais?"

"Better buy me a car." Miranda was a pragmatist.

Wang Dong laughed along obsequiously, his eye corner imperceptibly glancing at Chen Yi sitting upright on the dais. "We definitely hadn't found the knack before. We need to ask a few senior students properly."

The surrounding Chinese international students deeply agreed. They all felt they were heaven's favored sons. No way would they admit that their same-age peers in Chinese schools could be one head, two heads, many heads taller than them — if that were true, what would be the point of studying abroad?

"No matter how much money you throw at it, academic fraud is still academic fraud." But a few crazy Americans beside them spoke disdainfully.

The American students attending the academic hall lectures were all oddballs aspiring to academic achievement, mostly middle-class kids. Their mindset was completely different from Chinese international students who attended every single lecture. These American students were outliers in the world of wine and revelry — Puritan-like model students.

"What's the use of papers bought with money?"

"If I see you on the dais next year, I'll report you." One even took out a phone to take a photo. This was the legendary tech geek — but a brave one.

He Tao didn't expect such a fierce reaction from Americans. He hmphed without speaking, directing a few henchmen to snatch the phone, then sat there sulking. His henchmen weren't just Chinese — there were foreigners too. Cornell University is both public and private, a mixed crowd. With money you can always find people to kiss ass.

Things were lively below the stage, and the stage too was hitting its stride. This year's Cornell University Academic Exchange Conference, as usual, had several reporters visiting and broadcasting live on cable TV. The 20-plus reporters from 60-plus schools sitting on the dais became the focus. Unless the moderator called on them, the audience below and the scholars above actually had little interaction — just bring your ears and listen.

Academic exchange conferences differ from others. Having students ask questions is actually meaningless. So even the questioners are the scholars on stage. Only during the 2-hour break intervals would the moderator call on two students to ask questions.

Such conferences not only have economics experts but also scholars from other theory-heavy disciplines. Many experts are interdisciplinary themselves. Before they present their papers, no one knows what they'll talk about. Though this makes the conference seem slightly chaotic, audience response is quite good. Because they're not top-tier paper lectures, participating scholars try to speak accessibly, letting those with some foundation in other fields understand too — very suitable for cultivating an atmosphere of interdisciplinary exchange. From a practical standpoint, the importance of interdisciplinary exchange is in no way inferior to pure disciplinary discussion. Americans especially believe in this.

Wang Dong and He Fuhan both schemed to make things difficult for Chen Yi. They sat there stiffly listening for 5 hours until their ears went numb, finally waiting for Jiangning University's exchange topic.

But the moment Chen Yi opened his mouth, neither dared speak.

He used pure British English — the legendary London accent. Just this alone left countless international students in the dust. Actually, Chinese textbooks are quite substantive. Primary and secondary school English textbooks typically use British English, both in vocabulary and usage habits. But kids and parents used to cursing the Ministry of Education treat this as a crime to publicize, claiming teachers' pronunciation differs from Hollywood movies. Of course it's different. Bollywood English is different too.

For international students like He Tao and Wang Dong, their prep time for studying abroad is usually just half a year, sometimes only a few months. So they often cram at Chinese study-abroad language schools or after arriving in the US. What they learn is naturally a mouthful of American English — completely different from Chen Yi's konjac-plus-Intelligence-Scroll learning method.

Using halting American pronunciation to question Chen Yi — He Tao couldn't face it, and Wang Dong wasn't confident either. The chance passed in a flash. Soon another student was called on by the moderator to ask Chen Yi: "You say China's labor market will gradually shift in the coming years. This judgment is based on strong world economic development. Does this mean you believe the world economy will grow at over 5% in the next few years?"

He Tao didn't even fully understand that pile of clauses.

"At least the US economy will." Chen Yi's answer caused an uproar. The massive US economy could hardly achieve such a high growth index.

However, such predictive topics cannot be judged for results. Bold scientists often reap the most mature fruits. Chen Yi's answer was surprising, but the economists all fell silent. No one could prove such a conclusion wouldn't happen, so they might as well shut up.

The economists stayed quiet. The moderator naturally called on the next person. Wang Dong and He Tao looked at each other, both feeling it was better not to invite trouble.

Thus they effectively sat through the whole day in the academic hall. When Chen Yi's second paper — the new one — drew rounds of applause, neither wanted to stay.

He Tao spoke first: "I'm going back to the dormitory." Then he left with the Big Ocean Horse.

Wang Dong looked left, looked right, slipped out of the lecture hall, and called his old man.

Across the ocean in China, it was just dawn. Wang's father slept in a daze, still touching the woman under his belly and calling "Meizi" — clearly not his wife.

Wang Dong could only pretend he hadn't heard. "Dad, how's the company doing?"

"You brat still remember me?" Wang's father kicked Meizi away, incidentally went to the toilet. "Ran out of money?"

"Enough."

"Don't save money for me. Spend more. Spend it on Young Master He, understand?" Wang's father instructed earnestly. "A loss is a gain. Your mission is to spend hard, but spend with value. How much left now?"

"Still a little under 100k."

"Hmm. Think of more ways. Spend it right, spend it where it counts. Who told them to be rich?" Wang's father was also quite helpless. He Tao is He Fuhan's nephew, yet this hard to crack. Who knows how tough He Fuhan is? Just his business keeps growing, and official connections get harder to maintain. He has to attack from all sides.

Wang Dong hummed uncomfortably twice. His father talked about spending freely, but every time asked in detail where it went, afraid he'd waste his money. He didn't tangle on this topic. "Why don't you go to the company earlier? In case something comes up you can't handle."

"What shit could happen." Wang's father thought his son was unhappy about his mistress. Vaguely: "I'll go at nine. Leaving in a bit."

"Good as long as nothing's wrong." Wang Dong relaxed and hung up. He felt Yun Hangsheng's retaliation, if any, would wait until the academic exchange conference ended. By then it'd be evening in China, nothing would happen. Let it cool today, apologize tomorrow, suffer less. Today's princelings are all perverts — they can think up all kinds of disgusting tricks. If he toys with me then, He Tao won't even be able to step in, and I'd be even more of a laughingstock to Chen Yi.

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