The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 741 - 294, how much do you want? Is 100 jin enough? (Second update)_1

Chapter 741: 294, how much do you want? Is 100 jin enough? (Second update)_1

Adopted daughter?

Bai Lian raised an eyebrow.

Why is there another one looking to adopt a daughter?

“Who is it?” Bai Lian flicked the ash off her cigarette lazily and turned her head to look at the director of the institute.

The director did not conceal the truth, “The elder from the Chen Family, you probably don’t know him, he was sitting in the audience last time watching you, and he’s also the old friend whom I mentioned I wanted to introduce to you.”

“The Chen Family?” Bai Lian propped her hands behind her on the windowsill, “Which Chen?”

“Their Chen Family,” the director’s voice lowered as he spoke, with a hint of wariness and a sigh, “A family line that has been handed down for thousands of years, their ancestor is General Chen Ye.”

“Ah,” Bai Lian bit on her cigarette, the smile on her face enigmatic, “Chen Ye, huh.”

Her tone was so casual, as if she were talking about “the Wangs next door.”

The director: “…”

“Yes, General Chen Ye,” the director slowly explained to Bai Lian, “You should think this over carefully; it’s not as simple as just writing a song. This is very important for you.”

Becoming the adopted daughter of Old Master Chen, without saying anything else, with that status, she could walk sideways in Jiangjing without any problems.

“That won’t be necessary,” Bai Lian shifted her gaze back inside, looking at the sunroom below, and spoke unhurriedly, “I’m not afraid he’ll dream about his ancestor coming after him at night.”

The last sentence was said quietly.

The director didn’t catch it, “What did you say?”

“I said, tell him to save it,” Bai Lian stubbed out her cigarette and opened the window a bit wider, her smile nonchalant, “Don’t overthink it.”

Jiang Fulai’s laboratory.

He stood before a large screen, removing the black pen clipped to the lapel of his white lab coat, and used the tip of the pen to point at the engine simulation of the flight vehicle on the screen.

The image showed the engine propelling an energy body that diffused in all directions.

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Standing there, his posture rigid, his eyes, under the glasses, were chilly, his eyelashes slightly lowered.

Inside the conference room, all the team members and professors were silent, just quietly watching the big screen.

After the presentation, he capped the pen and inside the conference room, most professors discussed the engine they had just seen.

Some didn’t catch the key points during the meeting and dared not ask Jiang Fulai.

Only He Wen followed Jiang Fulai with his notebook in hand, “Mr. Jiang, I had them send dinner to the break room just now.”

“Mm,” Jiang Fulai walked towards the laboratory, clipping the pen back onto his chest and smoothing out any wrinkles on his clothing, “Regarding the Turbulent Chaos System I just mentioned, how much did you understand?”

“I recorded it,” He Wen pulled out his voice recorder.

Jiang Fulai glanced at him, seemed about to say something, but in the end only acknowledged with a detached “Mm,” and looked away.

After returning to Jiangjing, he handed over the dark matter work to the person in charge.

He had been involved with the Ma Institute in the research for the Mars rover and to have a holiday over the new year, he often stayed until late in the laboratory these days.

He Wen silently touched his nose; he wasn’t like Jiang Fulai who could remember every word after hearing it once.

Holding the recorder, he went to the external public break room, opened the cupboard to get his phone, and while eating his boxed meal, he sent a message to Bai Lian.

Inside.

Jiang Fulai was still analyzing data.

Next to him, a team member with paper and pen listened and cautiously wrote down the issues mentioned by Jiang Fulai.

The cellphone in his pocket lit up; he was the founder of the laboratory and, like an academician at the Ma Institute, could bring his cellphone into the lab—

[Eat]

Just two words, not even a punctuation mark.

Jiang Fulai stared at the two words for a long while, silent.

Beside him, a team member’s hand trembled slightly, risking a glance up at Jiang Fulai’s indifferent profile, worried they hadn’t just spouted some foolish theory.

Then Jiang Fulai spoke up, putting away his pen, “Let’s stop here.”

After he finished, he put away his phone and returned to his break room. Inside, the base staff had already set up his meal; his dinner was the same standard meal provided by the base as usual.

But apart from the meal, there was also a white cup.

He opened it and saw that it contained his medicine.

Outside.

A team member, holding a meal, sat across from He Wen, still shaken. “Damn, that scared the hell out of me. I thought I made a huge mistake with my data, you know! And then he just tells us to go eat! There was even a bit of gentleness… Okay, I admit it’s a bit too much to describe young master Jiang as ‘gentle as spring rain,’ but you get what I’m trying to say, right?”

He Wen finished the last bite of his meal calmly, “I get it, but that’s nothing.”

**

Monday.

The Tongfeng class still had a four-hour mechanics lecture in the morning.

At noon, Bai Lian and Ning Xiao met up with a few others and went to the laboratory.

As they arrived at the lab, they found Hu Yue and the others unusually quiet. Hu Yue, sitting to the side, had the teaching assistant gesture to them with a “wait a moment” sign.

From inside the lab’s office came the faint sound of voices.

Bai Lian took off her cloak, not intending to eavesdrop on Zhou Wenqing’s conversation with others, but because Zhou Wenqing’s voice was somewhat agitated, she ended up overhearing.

“Director, never mind that we haven’t been able to get materials for six months, now we have new students here,” Zhou Wenqing sounded very angry, “and at this time, you want us to hand over research results. Do you think that’s reasonable?”

The voice inside was also helpless, “It’s not about being reasonable. Your project has been without results for a long time, and there’s talk of shutting down your group. I’ll sign the contract first, and we’ll talk about the rest at the end of the year.”

“I’m not signing any damn contract if we don’t even have the materials. What are we supposed to develop?!” Zhou Wenqing couldn’t help but let out a curse.

Tang Ming also faintly heard a bit of the conversation.

He scratched the back of his head and asked Hu Yue, “Sister Hu, what are Zhou’s team arguing about?”

“It’s about our lab,” Hu Yue frowned, “We’re supposed to be developing semiconductors and superconductors, and a part of it involves industrial materials. Today, the director came over to say we need certain research results by the end of the year. If things go badly, our lab might get handed over to someone else, and it could have a big impact on the teachers too.”

Tang Ming was taken aback.

He had a strange feeling inside, as if wherever he went, something went wrong in that lab. “What’s Zhou going to do?”

“I don’t know.” Liu Shixiong put down the data he was holding. For a moment, no one in the office felt like continuing to look at the data.

Bai Lian listened in from the side.

Looking at the door of the inside office.

Inside the office, the director was trying to persuade in a good-natured voice, “Think positively. If you produce results by the year’s end, you’ll have a clear path ahead. The position for deputy dean is still open. Think about it, if you succeed, it might be yours.”

“You guys sure know how to put it straightforwardly. Without materials, what results can we have? Can you guarantee enough materials for me?” Zhou Wenqing was laughingly angry, “I have four students under me, and ten interns. What are you going to have them do?”

Seeing that Zhou Wenqing could not be swayed, the director lost patience.

He simply put down the papers, pulled open the door, and walked out. “This is an order from above. You’re supposed to sign it no matter what.”

A bunch of students inside the lab watched the director leave, and the director didn’t look at anyone as he left with an upset expression.

“Bang—”

The door to the lab was closed.

The teaching assistant hurried in to check on Zhou Wenqing.

Ding Wenyang, Tang Ming, and the others looked at each other, almost all turning to Bai Lian. “What do we do now?”

Bai Lian took off her cloak without a word, just poured a cup of tea, knocked on the door, and entered Zhou Wenqing’s office.

Inside the office, Zhou Wenqing’s desk was in disarray, and the teaching assistant was comforting him.

“Bai student,” Zhou Wenqing looked at Bai Lian’s calm face and pressed his brow, “You’re just in time. I think you should talk to Dean Huang and consider moving to another lab.”

Bai Lian didn’t respond to that but instead bent down to place a disposable cup in front of Zhou Wenqing, and said unhurriedly, “It’s okay. You drink some tea first and calm down. I just want to ask you one question.”

Zhou Wenqing picked up the disposable cup.

The water was cool, and having drunk it, he sobered up a bit. “Go ahead.”

“How far have you gotten with the research,” Bai Lian took out her phone, glanced at the message on it, then gripped the phone in her hand, “Is it possible to complete this project?”

Zhou Wenqing put down the cup and leaned back, “It shouldn’t have taken four years in the first place. We have been waiting for materials for over two years.”

The teaching assistant listened to the side, looking to Bai Lian to add, “Bai student, the biggest problem here is that we don’t have enough palladium; otherwise, Zhou wouldn’t be so troubled.”

“Then I think we might not need to change labs,” Bai Lian said, lightly tapping her phone, her expression still serene.

Zhou Wenqing was taken aback and looked up.

Bai Lian wasn’t exactly clear on how much they needed but lazily asked, “Zhou, how much do you need? Is a hundred pounds enough?”