NOVEL NEXT Chapter 9
Chapter 8
“I…” Gao Jiachen swallowed, taken aback as he, who had always been the center of attention, stammered in confusion, “But, you… it’s hard for me to trust you like this…”
Jiang Fulai cut him off, “Do you think your trust means a lot to me?”
Gao Jiachen was stunned, completely unprepared for this side of the legendary Jiang Fulai, “You…”
“But you do have a point; discriminating against them alone is not right,” Jiang Fulai methodically folded the letter in his hand and then bent down to elegantly slip it into Gao Jiachen’s pocket, his eyes slightly downcast, cool and detached, “The envelope has the International Alliance’s contact information; feel free to lodge a complaint.”
He stood up straight, his black clothes gave him a lonely and unapproachable air as he strode back into the house, “Take down his name; he’s permanently blacklisted from my projects from now on.”
The cellphone in his pocket rang.
Jiang Fulai lowered his gaze; it was a message from someone who never texts him—
[How to Learn Physics Quickly]
Jiang Fulai casually sent back an image and turned his head, “What is Jiang He up to?”
His subordinate, who was always informed of Jiang He’s whereabouts, said, “The young master is in the library, with Mr. Ming following him.”
Jiang Fulai tapped on his phone screen unconsciously, his nails neatly trimmed and his hands showing a pathologically pale hue through which faint blue veins were visible.
He nodded and then fell silent.
Behind him, Gao Jiachen watched Jiang Fulai’s retreating figure in alarm; this time, he was truly panicked, “Jiang’s young master! Jiang…”
He wanted to catch up with Jiang Fulai, but if his bodyguards let him succeed again, they wouldn’t need to show their faces before Jiang Fulai tomorrow.
Gao Jiachen was muffled and dragged away by the bodyguard.
The assistant nonchalantly took note of this person’s name.
**
Outside.
Ren Qian and the Secretary-General were still by the roadside; he watched Dr. Gao enter the manor and then get thrown out shortly afterward.
“Get in the car,” Ren Qian turned to leave before he saw Dr. Gao.
“Mr. Ren, who was that?” the Secretary-General opened the car door for Ren Qian to enter, he looked across at the old building, astonished, barely catching Dr. Gao’s reference to “Jiang’s young master.”
CRFS is an engineering project by a dark matter cooperative group.
Jiangjing chose old bomb shelters left in Xiangcheng to build the research institute, located 2900 meters underground, making it the deepest dark matter research institute in the world, currently undergoing evaluation and acceptance of its associated projects.
Due to its high level of secrecy, even Ren Qian, as the highest administrator in Xiangcheng, didn’t know the specific interior list.
He had gotten in touch with Dr. Gao, a teaching assistant, through someone he knew.
“I don’t know; the CRFS project is highly confidential, and that person inside…” Ren Qian pondered for a moment, “His surname…”
“Dr. Gao called him Jiang’s young master, so his surname is Jiang…” The Secretary-General began, but suddenly his eyes widened in realization.
No wonder.
Ren Qian looked out the car window, his voice distant, “Contact Dr. Gao’s teaching assistant again tomorrow, and hope he didn’t see us.”
The Secretary-General wasn’t sure if Dr. Gao had seen them.
If Dr. Gao knew they had seen him in such a disheveled state, befriending him would become an uncertain prospect.
“We’ll see,” Ren Qian sighed lightly, recalling another issue, “Why did Shaorong suddenly take leave? He didn’t even meet with Dr. Gao with me today.”
“He went home,” the Secretary-General looked down at the schedule in his notebook, “Mr. Ji said he went to pick up Miss Wanxuan to visit her grandfather.”
Upon hearing this, Ren Qian expressed no opinion.
He wasn’t familiar with the Ji Family affairs. The Ji family had only appeared once at his daughter’s wedding, and he only cared about one thing, “Why go back at this time?”
He usually only returned home for holidays and festivals.
Shaorong was also an intellectual, and Ren Qian had intended to take him along to converse with Dr. Gao. However, he had taken a leave today.
Ren Qian was already dissatisfied with him, and now his expression grew even more indifferent.
“It seems he heard that a niece has returned.”
“Hmm,” Ren Qian no longer inquired; he had little interest in the Ji family’s affairs.
To them, the Ji family was simply too ordinary.
The Secretary-General chuckled.
When the Ren Family’s only daughter, Ren Jiawei, had taken a fancy to the poor young man Ji Shaorong back then, not a single person in the Ren Family had agreed given the vast difference in their social status.
However, twenty years had passed, and the Ji Family had been quietly compliant.
In all of Xiangcheng, hardly anyone knew that the ordinary poor kid from Purest Street, Ji Shaorong, had successfully married into the Ren Family.
Low-profile, well-behaved.
Uncompetitive, yet without much presence.
**
On Jiang He’s side.
He squatted at the edge of the road.
Jiang Fulai’s reply was prompt: [Image.JPG]
Only one image.
Jiang He opened it—
The cover of a physics book from Jiangjing University that someone had helped to write.