Chapter 3683: It's Still Better to See Me Than Him

Ye Chen did not know why his mother had reached this conclusion back then, but he also agreed with Lin Wan'er's view: some people can infer the essence of things from clues, while others can infer it from underlying logic; the best example of the former was Li Yalin, and the best example of the latter, he had once thought, was Lin Wan'er, but now he realized his mother was also one of them.

Lin Wan'er did not need to seek an opportunity to verify with An Chengxi; the blueprint in her heart had gradually become clear.

Back then, An Chengxi and Ye Changying must have first discovered some metaphysical clues, those clues attracted the couple's attention, and An Chengxi, through the few clues left by those top cultivators, inferred that these people's origin was not Earth.

From her request to Stanford to investigate together, it can be seen that back then, she initially approached the matter with a scientific mindset and perspective, but the path of science ultimately failed to materialize, and she gradually turned toward metaphysics.

Moreover, in the information An Chengxi left for Stanford back then, there was mention of He Ming Mountain; her intention was to organize a professional scientific expedition team with Stanford, bringing professional instruments to He Ming Mountain to search for clues, but Stanford at the time dismissed her judgment with contempt, thinking that this once-financial-and-internet prodigy had, for some unknown reason, embarked on a lamentable path of metaphysics, and thus made the judgment that she had lost strategic value to the United States.

After Lin Wan'er reviewed all the relevant clues once, she filed all the documents away and said to Ye Chen: "Young Master, I've finished looking through them; let's go, let's stroll around the school casually."

"Alright."

Ye Chen nodded slightly, and together with Lin Wan'er, they left the History Museum, with the president following closely behind them step by step.

Just as the two stepped out of the History Museum, a familiar figure came running toward them, waving at Ye Chen while running and shouting respectfully: "Mr. Ye!"

Ye Chen looked up and saw Steve Rothschild jogging over, his slightly plump body swaying.

When he arrived and stood before Ye Chen, Ye Chen curiously asked him: "How did you get here so quickly?"

"Fast?" Steve said with a smile: "Not really fast; I came right away upon receiving the news, and I even had the plane fly a bit faster, though it still took nearly four hours."

Only then did Ye Chen realize that he and Lin Wan'er had been in the History Museum for several hours.

They had spent those several hours reading materials related to his mother, and thus had not noticed the time.

At this moment, the president respectfully approached Steve and said: "Mr. Rothschild, your arrival brings glory to Stanford's humble abode!"

Steve, thinking about how to flatter Ye Chen but not knowing where to start, saw no admiration in his eyes toward himself, so he casually replied: "Alright, alright, this has nothing to do with you; you go attend to your affairs, Mr. Ye here has me accompanying him, and if anything comes up, I'll have someone notify you."

The president, helpless, could only nod awkwardly: "Alright, Mr. Rothschild, I stand ready to obey your commands at any time."

Ye Chen patted Steve's shoulder and said: "Steve, you go rest with the president for a while; I'll accompany Miss Lin around the campus, and I'll notify you if anything comes up."

Steve, upon realizing this was the very line he had just used to dismiss the president, felt a pang of gloom in his heart; after all, the president was still present, and having him hear this made Steve feel somewhat embarrassed.

But he naturally dared not show any displeasure toward Ye Chen, so he quickly nodded and said: "Understood, Mr. Ye; if anything comes up, just tell me."

The president watched, his heart startled, and could not help but ponder in his mind the identities of Ye Chen and Lin Wan'er; to say that these two young people knowing Steve Rothschild was already astonishing, let alone that they could make Steve rush over to flatter them, and more importantly, they seemed not at all surprised or flattered, but rather took it all as a matter of course.

Steve, thinking himself clever, assumed that Ye Chen had come to Stanford perhaps to send over the girl beside him, and so he said to the president: "Come on, come on, let's have a good chat; I happen to have something to say to you."

Upon hearing this, the president was overjoyed, not fearing that Steve would look down on him, but fearing that Steve would not bother to look at him at all; now that Steve voluntarily wanted to talk to him, this proved at least that he had the opportunity to converse with the second-in-command of the Rothschild family.

Thus, the president hurriedly arranged for the secretary to set up a reception in the office, then respectfully invited Steve to his office.

On the way to the office building in the golf cart, Stanford's president cautiously asked Steve: "Mr. Rothschild, what is your relationship with those two East Asian-faced young people?"

Steve also did not hesitate to say: "That young man is my boss."

"Boss?!"

The president stared in disbelief.

How could an East Asian-faced young man become the boss of the legitimate heir of the Rothschild family? This sounded as absurd as the world's richest man, Musk, running off to work for someone else.

Seeing the president dazed, Steve could not help but laugh: "What? Are you that surprised?"

The president honestly nodded, saying: "Surprised, very surprised, and utterly unable to comprehend..."

Steve said lightly: "Originally, there was no need to tell you this, but since these two have deigned to come to Stanford, perhaps they might still have use for you someday; remember, that Mr. Ye is my boss; when he comes to Stanford, it's as if I am here; whatever he tells you to do, you must do it, even if he tells you to demolish a building at Stanford, you must arrange for people to tear it down, then find me, and I will reimburse you."

The president was even more stunned, completely at a loss for what to say.

Steve could not help but mutter: "What are you standing there dazed for? Did you hear what I just said clearly?"

The president came to his senses, quickly nodded respectfully: "I heard clearly, I heard clearly! Rest assured, I will definitely carry out your orders without fail!"

"That's about right." Steve nodded satisfactorily, then added: "By the way, Mr. Ye bringing this young lady this time might mean he wants to arrange for her to study at Stanford; remember, no matter whom Mr. Ye arranges to come, you must immediately arrange their enrollment, and simultaneously grant them the highest-level full scholarship; furthermore, whichever college Mr. Ye arranges for someone to enter, you must assign that college's best tutor to liaise with them; dare to show any negligence, and you might as well not remain as president."

The president hurriedly said: "Mr. Rothschild, since you've said all this, even if you let me build a separate college just for Mr. Ye, I would have no objection! Just rest assured and place ten thousand hearts at ease!"

Steve said with a smile: "I'm quite satisfied with that; you just remember one thing: at Stanford, seeing Mr. Ye is more useful than seeing me."