Chapter 25: I Will Shake Half the Business World to Its Core

Liu Jingrong verified the situation in his office, completing the final step of securing their release.

In fact, before he arrived, the school had already called contacts here to inquire, confirmed it wasn’t serious, and thus the teacher came to retrieve them.

Yu Xing and Zhong Zhiling were still students at Nan Medical University.

Liu Jingrong stepped out of the police station first, then turned to see his senior disciple still chatting with the officer.

He suppressed his anger, waited until Yu Xing approached, then spoke sarcastically: “Don’t be so reluctant—there’ll be other chances!”

Yu Xing chuckled, unoffended.

Zhong Zhiling walked beside his senior, and now, back in the open air, he felt tears welling up in his eyes!

It had been so hard!

In less than a day, he’d been arrested, interrogated, blamed, then freed—his emotions swung wildly: fear, confusion, regret, despair, luck, and above all, a stubborn resolve!

After walking a few steps, Zhong Zhiling could no longer contain his emotion—he grabbed his senior’s hand tightly and said earnestly: “Thank you, Senior! Thank you, Senior Brother!”

Liu Jingrong, walking two steps ahead, was already furious—he spun around and rebuked sharply: “You should thank the school, thank the organization, thank that your involvement amount wasn’t high enough!”

Zhong Zhiling winced, still fearful of his teacher, dared not retort.

“Teacher, what involvement amount? We just operated without a license,” Yu Xing explained the law. “This isn’t even their jurisdiction—it should be the Administration for Industry and Commerce handling it.”

Liu Jingrong laughed bitterly: “So now I have to go to the AIC and fish you out again?”

“Thank you, Teacher, but the AIC probably won’t detain anyone,” Yu Xing sincerely replied. “You’ve worked hard, but what we did really isn’t that illegal.”

“Not that illegal? How illegal do you want it to be?” Liu Jingrong glared at his senior disciple. “Haven’t you had enough? Come back to school with me!”

He turned to Zhong Zhiling: “And you! Why are you following your senior into trouble?”

Yu Xing said nothing—he’d called his teacher on the way, described everything, asked for help; the other end hadn’t scolded him, but immediately moved to find help.

This reaction now was just concern.

Seeing his senior stay silent, Zhong Zhiling also kept quiet—he’d just gotten out of detention, and had no confidence left.

Seeing both silent, Liu Jingrong calmed slightly, and spoke solemnly: “You’ve studied for so many years—do you really want to give up now? Think of all the sweat you’ve poured in.”

Still no reply—he took a few steps forward and pleaded with his senior disciple: “How much do you owe? I’ll advance you part of it—we’ll start a pathology testing company, you study while working part-time to pay it off.”

Beside him, Zhong Zhiling suddenly looked up, desperate to speak: Teacher, Teacher, what about me… shouldn’t you say ‘you two’ owe how much…

His heart trembled as he worriedly glanced at his senior.

Hearing this, Yu Xing was deeply moved—Liu was truly the kind of teacher who’d “previously” never run a company, yet now he was considering this for him.

He sighed, still declining the kindness: “Teacher, my heart is no longer in medicine.”

Liu Jingrong stared hard into his senior disciple’s eyes, deeply disappointed by the reply.

His disappointment turned to anger: “You won’t study medicine anymore, so you turn to these scams? To illegal activities?”

“This isn’t a scam—it’s probability,” Yu Xing said, knowing his teacher wouldn’t listen, added: “I won’t explain further—you don’t understand this, and you don’t understand the law.”

“Fine, fine, you understand the law,” Liu Jingrong challenged. “Then why were you arrested?”

“Teacher, I’m not being sarcastic or emotional—I truly thank you for helping me,” Yu Xing said, sincere and earnest. “I told your wife that day: I’ll always recognize you and her as my teachers—that’s sincere. But I won’t continue studying.”

“If it’s hard for you when school resumes, I’ll just drop out—no need to keep my enrollment. But for Zhong Zhiling, can you at least arrange a leave of absence?”

Liu Jingrong, furious, wanted to snap: “Then don’t study at all!”

But he couldn’t say it—only said, bitterly disappointed: “Fine, Director Yu—I’ll see what you can actually accomplish!”

After saying this, Liu Jingrong turned and walked away.

Yu Xing watched his teacher’s back, then raised his voice slightly: “Teacher, I will shake half the business world to its core!”

Liu Jingrong paused, wanting to turn and wave—but kept walking, head down.

Yu Xing watched his teacher leave, shook his head, and said to his junior: “Teacher treats us well—don’t resent him for saying that.”

“I don’t resent him—I resent no one,” Zhong Zhiling said, his mood light after freedom. “He really treats you well.”

“He treats me well, I treat you well—yes, I gave you the chance to keep enrollment, I risked myself to save you today—isn’t that enough?” Yu Xing smiled. “So in this chain, he treats us both well.”

Zhong Zhiling thought back to that moment in the office when he looked up and saw his senior—sincerely said: “Senior Brother, thank you.”

Yu Xing chuckled, about to walk on, then remembered: “We came on the electric bike—we forgot it!”

Zhong Zhiling stopped, unwilling to approach the police station again.

But once seated on the back, his first words were criticism: “Senior Brother, you shouldn’t have come—you’re not ruthless enough!”

Yu Xing laughed: “So coming to save you was a mistake?”

“Senior Brother, do you know how I held out inside?” Zhong Zhiling said softly. “I almost confessed everything—but then I remembered my ability score was only 8.6, while yours was a full 100—I held back.”

Yu Xing burst out laughing.

“Seriously, Senior Brother—I think you’re far stronger outside than I am. Even if I got out, what could I do?” Zhong Zhiling recounted his inner torment. “Besides, if things got serious, dragging you in might mean I couldn’t get out either—better to just endure it!”

Yu Xing praised: “No wonder you got recommended for grad school—most people couldn’t have held out.”

Zhong Zhiling still excitedly said: “So you shouldn’t have taken such a risk!”

Yu Xing comforted: “Relax—I thought it through. It’s not that big—if it were, I’d have run already.”

Zhong Zhiling’s excitement cooled instantly, then flared red-hot: You bastard, you bastard…

“But you’re right—it’s not risk-free. I’ve saved you several times,” Yu Xing grinned. “Watch yourself next time—I won’t save you again.”

Zhong Zhiling fell silent.

After a long pause, he carefully said: “Xingge, I’ve been thinking—human nature is the sum of social relations.”

Yu Xing: “Hmm?”

“Even if my ability is low, even if I’m inexperienced, the company still needs me, right? At least, as a legal representative, I can shoulder responsibility,” Zhong Zhiling said slowly. “So you still need me—at least for now. The risk you took was worth it.”

Zhong Zhiling’s voice grew excited: “So when you use people to control people, you’re also controlled by them!”

Yu Xing praised again: “Going through detention really changes a grad school candidate.”

He suddenly asked: “Are you poor?”

Zhong Zhiling blinked—how did the topic shift? But answered: “Yes, poor to the point of transparency.”

Yu Xing asked: “Did this hit you hard?”

Zhong Zhiling sighed: “Yes—I was so shaken I was stunned.”

Yu Xing smiled: “So the old saying holds true: Without poverty, one cannot grow; without setbacks, one remains naive.”

Zhong Zhiling savored the words, murmured them once, then naturally added the next line: Heroes are forged in hell; wealth always descends into the mundane.

He repeated it inwardly, encouraging himself: Heroes are forged in detention…

“Zhiling, I have a question—since it’s just us brothers, I’ll ask you,” Yu Xing slowed the electric bike. “Last time you called that girl E—what’s she…”

Zhong Zhiling recalled, hesitated: “Yeah… she’s… pretty nice.”

Yu Xing understood: “Alright, restrain yourself, Zhiling—it’s over.”

Zhong Zhiling murmured: “Okay.”

He fell silent, then wondered—was his senior probing him while he was emotionally vulnerable? Or just teasing him again? That familiar “control” feeling was returning…

Zhong Zhiling pondered, sensing the bike was stopping—strange: “We haven’t reached campus yet—why stop?”

Yu Xing came to a full stop, got off, patted the seat, and said plainly: “Dead battery—you push it. I’ll take a cab back.”

“Why me?” Zhong Zhiling complained. “I’ve been terrified all day!”

Yu Xing pointed at the bike: “Your choice—it’s your girlfriend’s bike.”

Zhong Zhiling finally noticed the battery bike was familiar.

Watching his senior walk away without a backward glance, he felt the back view held a touch of elegance.

Wait—no, his elegance came from someone else hauling the weight behind him…

Zhong Zhiling sighed, slowly pushed the bike back to campus.

Sweating, he savored freedom anew—his only thought: If the company ever makes money, we must hire a legal advisor first!