Of course.
Not leaving ans not leaving.
But that doesn’t an disappearing into thin air.
Otherwise, if soone investigates, it would cause trouble.
Therefore.
Tang Qing’s call, indeed, does not go through Huaxia’s communication network, but Little Two always synchronizes a fake call content into it, ensuring no useful information can be intercepted from the link.
...
Evening.
Pei Yang lay in bed.
Tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
After thinking it over.
He still dialed Chai Ren’s number.
"Is there any ergency?" Chai Ren hastily asked upon answering.
"No."
Chai Ren: "..."
Then why call and make nervous? Tang Qing was introduced by him; if anything went wrong, it wouldn’t be completely without his responsibility. In the middle of the night, don’t scare people like that.
"I just want to have a chat with you," Pei Yang explained his purpose.
"What about?"
"About Tang Qing."
"What are you trying to do? I’m telling you, Tang Qing is my friend. Don’t you dare have other ideas about him, or I’ll never let it go," Chai Ren’s stance was very firm, his tone had changed.
Pei Yang was speechless.
Did I say I had any designs on Tang Qing?
"Don’t get wrong, I just want to know more about him. Before, I only thought he was a Rich Second Generation who relied on his elders’ financial strength to start his career; being lucky and sowhat clever led to his current status."
"But from today on, I must look at him with admiration," Pei Yang sighed.
Upon hearing this.
Chai Ren chuckled.
"Hehe, is that so? Indeed, to outsiders, he’s just a lucky young man, a student with nothing special other than being wealthy and good-looking."
"But if you look deeper, you’ll find that he’s soone you unconsciously want to get close to. His talent, his strength, his wealth, and much, much more can refresh your perception."
"Even knowing him till now, I actually still can’t see through this person. His confidence seems to seep from his bones, yet it doesn’t co off as arrogant."
"His talent in the arts is beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Musical instrunts, painting, sculpture; each one he’s a master of, with few peers in the world."
"His fortune is in the billions, yet he still attends class daily, not too concerned with making money. Moreover, despite being so rich, he’s devoted in love; I haven’t even heard of him going to a KTV."
"..."
Speaking of Tang Qing.
Chai Ren couldn’t stop talking.
Few people.
Could make him admire them so much. Tang Qing was one.
On the other side.
The more he listened.
The wider Pei Yang’s mouth gaped.
A lot of things.
It was his first ti hearing them, hearing Chai Ren’s evaluation, saying few in the world could rival him; this was not a complint, but an acknowledgnt that Tang Qing indeed possessed extraordinary capabilities in these areas.
In the end.
Chai Ren made a summary.
"Making friends with Tang Qing, you’re really lucky. But now, you just know each other; you can’t consider yourselves good friends yet. In the future, take more ti to hang out."
Pei Yang ca back to his senses.
"Understood."
...
South Africa.
Cape Town.
At this mont.
The blood test results were out.
Suddenly.
The tribe leader who was on watch rushed up and angrily said, "Our people were clearly drugged with anesthetics, yet you tell they are all normal, without a trace of the drug?"
"The examination results, yes." The doctor pushed up his glasses.
He was wondering.
If these people were just kidding with them.
He believed in science; according to these people’s statents, they woke up just half an hour before arriving here, but there’s no anesthetic in the world that could be tabolized completely within half an hour after the effects wear off.
"Then examine them again," the black man said with a gloomy face.
Being tricked.
The last clue broken, how to report to the tribe leader?
"We took samples from fifteen people; the control group is sufficient. Even if we test again, the results will be the sa. Our testing technology is ranked in the top three in South Africa."
"If you don’t trust us, you can go to the World Health Organization’s institute to check, but the results will be the sa," the doctor said indifferently, then turned away, leaving these people behind.
Tribe.
Very powerful.
But who has decreed that one must cower in fear?
Upon seeing this.
The person in charge had no solution at the mont, this was the best place they could get in touch with. With the World Health Organization and other qualified places, their connections were slightly short.
Even if they were to reach out.
They estimated that the anesthetics would have already been tabolized.
Thus.
The only option was to report truthfully to the chief.
After listening.
The chief remained silent for a long while.
At last, he sighed.
"Bring them back."
He knew that with this clue gone, it indicated that the other party was truly well-prepared. So much so that all their current actions in Cape Town were akin to clown’s antics, ultimately fruitless.
However.
He still had one last resort.
"Have soone look into the residential information of these two people in Huaxia. This issue involves the reputation of the tribe; we must provide an explanation, especially for Wei Song—he must be found."
"Yes."
...
Shanghai Stock Market.
Tang Qing had already returned to his villa.
He was in a good mood.
He had reaped quite a reward these past few days.
He t quite a few people and accomplished many tasks; there was almost no doubt left about the university’s business, and it should be able to catch up with next year’s National College Entrance Examination enrollnt. Unexpectedly, there was the incident with Wei Song.
"Little Two, does this tribe have any weaknesses that could get them into trouble?"
Tang Qing politely inquired.
Why say "politely"?
Because.
Compromising information could be fabricated.
Whether it existed or not wasn’t important.
Little Two’s response saved him so trouble.
"A lot. This tribe mainly engages in the snakehead business. Many have died on their routes, and they’ve ended many innocent lives, being masterminds of many old, serious cases."
"Oh?"
As he spoke.
A stream of information flashed before Tang Qing’s eyes.
Finally.
"This, this, and this... Heh, since they wish to avenge the dead guy, I’ll let them see how these guys will drag their tribe into a quagmire."
"No need to rush, let it fernt slowly, try to avoid suspicion."
"Yes, Commander."
...
The next day.
November 19th.
Monday.
In Qingyan City’s Municipal Committee.
Education.
Land.
Transportation.
Developnt.
Planning.
Industrial and Comrcial.
And other relevant departnts.
As well as the top two leaders of the Economic Developnt Zone, all gathered together, sitting in puzzlent. They then noticed an unfamiliar man in a suit seated to the right of the top leader attending the eting.
"Today’s Municipal Committee eting has only one item on the agenda, which is the construction of a comprehensive private university in the Developnt Zone. And the initiator of the university is Tang Qing from the Tang Family," said the top leader.
For a mont.
Those uninford were sowhat baffled. The Tang Family was starting a private university?
Before they had ti to ponder further.
"This is Mu Zhen, the acting president of Tianyan Group. President Mu, please elaborate."
"Alright."
Following that.
Using a PPT.
It took Mu Zhen over an hour.
To fully explain the project, its level of detail left them stunned; this was just a proposal, yet why even the count of garbage cans in the school was calculated so ticulously.
But seeing the planned opening ti.
They instantly understood.
As for them.
They never intended to follow the normal procedures.
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