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Chapter 83 Zhang Yang's Disappearance

While Zhang Yang was engrossed in trading, Bao Xingwei, the dean of the School of Finance at Shanghai University of Finance and Economics, stood at the school gate early in the morning to personally welcome the university exchange vehicle convoy.

Standing beside him were senior professors in the field of finance, and Wang Xingbang was hardly even among them.

Upon seeing this display of force, the school security guard straightened his back and abandoned his usual laziness.

Not a moment.

Three unremarkable-looking Coaster buses drove into view one after another.

In China's transportation vehicle system, postal vehicles are the most important, followed by Coaster buses, and then other vehicles.

Postal vehicles can act like bosses because they enjoy exclusive right-of-way. There's a saying: You can impose height restrictions on local areas, but you can't restrict the height of postal vehicles. If the postal service doesn't carry enough weight, it can also talk to you about government matters.

The reason why the Coaster ranks second is because this model is prone to producing "hidden versions," which are modified by companies.

You might have just overtaken his car a second ago, and the next second you'll hear a police siren.

At this moment, the engines of the three Coaster buses gradually quieted down and came to a steady stop at the school gate. As the doors opened, teachers and students from top universities across the country got off one after another.

"Brother Xingwei, it's been a long time, haha."

Beneath the hearty laughter was an elderly man with gray hair and a goatee. His name was Xiong Xinghuai, and like Bao Xingwei, he was a member of the national financial think tank.

After thwarting the Jewish capital's plan to seize control of Hong Kong, Xiong Xinghuai returned to Peking University's Department of Finance to continue teaching.

Upon seeing an old acquaintance, Bao Xingwei smiled and looked him up and down, saying, "It's been almost ten years since we last met, haven't we? You're still so healthy."

"Yes, it's been almost ten years," Xiong Xinghuai echoed, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

The two were not actually close friends; it was only as their old friends gradually passed away that a layer of time filtered between them.

It's like hearing someone speak your native dialect in an unfamiliar city; even if you've never met them before, you'll feel a sense of warmth and familiarity.

"I heard that Shanghai University of Finance and Economics has produced a trading genius, Dean Bao. I wonder where she is?" Peng Ge, the dean of finance at Huazhong University of Finance and Economics, got straight to the point after getting out of the car.

When Bao Xingwei saw Peng Ge, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He then stepped forward and said, "I didn't expect even Academician Peng to come."

"I've come to meet that investment genius named He Jing. But I didn't expect you to be back in Shanghai instead of recuperating in Yanjing." Peng Ge was straightforward and frank about his purpose for coming to Shanghai University of Finance and Economics.

"I heard that there is a student named Zhang Yang in this year's Shanghai University of Finance and Economics program who sold market research reports during the 'Huaxin Simulated Trading Competition'. Dean Bao, your investment students are really well-rounded!"

Shu Tianyi, the dean of finance at Southwestern University of Finance and Economics, seemed to have a hidden meaning in his words, with five students from Southwestern University of Finance and Economics standing behind him.

With his rich experience, Bao Xingwei could naturally understand what the other party was trying to say, and smiled, "We are all cultivating talents for the country. These people must be students from Southwestern University of Finance and Economics. What was the return rate of the 'Huaxin Simulated Trading Competition' this year?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shu Tianyi was speechless. Their demo account results this year were truly disappointing.

Five students from Southwestern University of Finance and Economics lowered their heads in shame. The power struggles among the big shots had only hurt them.

As for Zhang Yang's act of selling market research reports, Bao Xingwei learned the inside story from Wang Xingbang and did not think there was anything wrong with it.

Within the legal scope, he can't control or interfere with how people monetize their abilities.

"Shanghai is definitely not like northern cities. It must be 30 degrees Celsius today, right?"

At this point, Zhao Yanfeng, Dean of the Department of Finance at Tsinghua University, changed the subject, easing the tension while continuing with a smile:

"Everyone here has come overnight and is a bit tired. How about we old folks find a place to chat privately, let the students put their luggage away, and then get familiar with the school environment?"

"Yes, Dean Zhao's words make sense. Xiao Cheng, go and make the arrangements."

Bao Xingwei glanced at his assistant Cheng Hongfa, then looked at Zhao Yanfeng, Peng Ge, Shu Tianyi and others and said, "Then let's move on first and let the students tidy up their dormitories."

"Let's go."

"Please lead the way."

Several high-ranking deans of finance boarded a Coaster bus inside the school gate and headed towards Bao Xingwei's office.

The visiting students then boarded a Coaster bus outside the school gate and headed to the boys' dormitory with Cheng Hongfa, Wang Xingbang, and others.

The purpose of the visit by deans and investment students from the Central University of Finance and Economics, Southwestern University of Finance and Economics, Tsinghua University, and Peking University was very clear: to meet with the graduating investment students of Shanghai University of Finance and Economics. Because national funding for higher education institutions is limited, it's like a large cake; if Shanghai University of Finance and Economics gets a larger share, other universities will get less. To secure funding, many universities have their students participate in inter-university competitions every year, aiming to provide a benchmark for higher-level funding allocations.

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The male dormitory building for investment students.

308 Dormitory.

Wang Liu looked at the dusty table next to Zhang Yang's bed, then at the QQ group messages on his phone, and asked in confusion, "Where did the dorm leader go? I haven't seen him for four or five days."

“He hasn’t come back since he went out on Monday night.” Xu Jiafeng put on a short-sleeved shirt with lettering and glanced at Zhang Yang’s bed.

"Arrested for soliciting prostitution?"

Chen Chuan thought of a possibility.

Xu Jiafeng: "..."

Wang Liu: “…”

After a moment of silence, the two looked at Chen Chuan as if he were an idiot.

For someone as good-looking and academically gifted as Zhang Yang, it's more believable that he got caught robbing a bank than that he got caught soliciting prostitution.

Only those who have been handsome know how proactive girls can be.

"Stop guessing. Send a message to the dormitory head and tell him to come back quickly. The eight major sects are besieging Bright Peak. He can't desert his post."

"I just sent it."

"Did you go back?"

"not yet."

Zhang Yang's "disappearance" not only puzzled his roommates Chen Chuan and Wang Liu, but even He Jing, who wanted to meet with Zhang Yang to discuss something, was puzzled by the lack of replies to his messages for several hours.

Normally, Zhang Yang would be back in half an hour at most, but today it took far too long.

In the afternoon, investment students from various universities and Shanghai University of Finance and Economics met for the first time in classroom 1-101. He Jing noticed that Zhang Yang was still nowhere to be seen in the classroom.

"Hello everyone, my name is Su Chen. I was born in a hutong in Yanjing and I am studying investment at Peking University. Please take care of me for the next three days."

"My name is Nie Xiaosu. I'm a senior majoring in investment at Tsinghua University. I'm from Sichuan and Chongqing. I usually enjoy playing badminton and cycling. I hope you'll take good care of me for the next three days."

"I'm from Northeast China, cough cough, let's speak Mandarin. My surname is Zhang, my given name is Deshuai, and I'm a senior at Southwestern University of Finance and Economics. Thank you everyone."

Fortunately, it was the first meeting, and the process consisted of simple self-introductions and speeches by the deans of finance from various universities. Most people did not notice Zhang Yang's absence.

But Bao Xingwei was deeply impressed by Zhang Yang. After scanning the classroom, he subtly passed the message to his assistant Cheng Hongfa: "Go ask Wang Xingbang and their counselor why Zhang Yang is absent."

"clear."

Cheng Hongfa quickly walked over to Wang Xingbang and asked in a low voice, "Professor Wang, why didn't Zhang Yang come to the classroom?"

"Zhang Yang?"

Wang Xingbang scanned the entire room but couldn't find Zhang Yang anywhere.

"Where did this kid run off to? Wasn't it announced in advance that students from other universities would be coming to exchange and study on Friday?"

Wang Xingbang's words, though seemingly a complaint, were actually directed at his counselor, Zhong Bohan, who was sitting next to him.

Zhong Bohan, who was standing to the side, immediately broke out in a cold sweat and quickly left the classroom to call Zhang Yang to inquire about the situation.

"Dududu-"

"Hello, the number you dialed is currently unanswered. Please call again later..."

After several unanswered calls, Zhong Bohan admitted he was panicking. He started to think about whether he had offended Zhang Yang in any way, but after thinking it over carefully, he couldn't think of anything that might have offended him.

"Where exactly is Zhang Yang?"

(End of this chapter)