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three days later.

Near the school.

A high-end private tea room.

This place is tranquil and the land is incredibly valuable.

Those coming and going are all well-dressed business elites or bosses discussing big deals.

The air was filled with the aroma of expensive agarwood.

Jiang Ci pushed open the door and entered.

He was dressed very simply.

A black hoodie, jeans, and a dark gray trench coat over them.

Wearing a shoulder bag.

Typical college student attire.

The waiter was about to step forward to stop them.

"I made an appointment with someone."

Jiang Ci spoke calmly, "Tingyu Pavilion."

The waiter paused for a moment, then immediately became respectful: "Mr. Jiang, is that right? Mr. Zhou is waiting for you inside."

Walk through the winding corridors.

Jiang Ci pushed open the wooden door of the private room.

The aroma of tea is irresistible.

Zhou Xu was sitting behind a rosewood tea table, slowly and methodically warming the teacups.

He wore a dark blue three-piece suit today, and his tie clip was platinum.

Her hair was combed meticulously.

He exudes a mature, composed, and aloof elite aura.

I heard the door open.

Zhou Xu raised his head and his gaze fell on Jiang Ci.

Examine.

It's like scrutinizing a child who hasn't grown up yet.

"sit."

Zhou Xu pointed to the chair opposite him.

His tone was casual, yet carried a commanding air.

Jiang Ci walked over.

Pull out a chair and sit down.

With a straight back, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Have some tea."

Zhou Xu pushed over a cup of freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea.

"This one costs 20,000."

Jiang Ci didn't touch the cup of tea.

He looked at Zhou Xu, his eyes calm.

"Mr. Zhou probably didn't call me just to invite me for tea."

Zhou Xu smiled.

He picked up his cup and took a small sip.

lay down.

The porcelain cup touched the table with a crisp sound.

"I saw what happened on the forum."

Zhou Xu got straight to the point.

"Well handled. Shows some guts."

Jiang Ci: "It's only right."

"but--"

Zhou Xu changed the subject, his eyes sharpening.

"This only proves you have guts, not your ability."

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced.

The oppressive feeling of being in a superior position instantly enveloped the entire private room.

"Jiang Ci."

He called him by his full name.

Do you know what kind of environment Wen Ning grew up in?

Jiang Ci remained silent.

"One of her dresses is your living expenses for an entire semester."

"The gift she gave you casually might take your small studio a month to earn back."

"She's spoiled, willful, and can't handle hardship."

Zhou Xu stared into Jiang Ci's eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately:

I've looked at your current startup project.

"Interesting, but only somewhat interesting."

"It is as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of capital."

"How will you support her?"

"Relying on your code? Or on those harsh words you posted on the forum?"

The air condensed.

This is more than just a question.

This is an insult.

It is naked contempt brought about by class barriers.

Jiang Ci's hands, resting on his knees, clenched slightly.

The knuckles are turning white.

But he showed no anger or inferiority on his face.

in contrast.

He remained calm.

His calmness surprised Zhou Xu.

"Has Mr. Zhou finished speaking?"

Jiang Ci spoke.

He even reached out and picked up the cup of tea that cost "20,000 yuan per brew".

He drank it all in one gulp.

It's as casual as drinking plain water.

"Good tea."

He put down the cup.

She raised her eyes and looked directly into Zhou Xu's eyes.

"You're right."

"Right now, I really don't have any money. And my project is really not worth mentioning in your eyes."

Zhou Xu raised an eyebrow.

They thought he was going to back down.

however.

Jiang Ci stood up.

Although the young man was slender, he stood tall and straight like a pine tree.

That arrogance comes from the very core of his being.

"But, Mr. Zhou."

Jiang Ci's voice was cold, yet firm and resolute.

"Never underestimate a young man's potential."

"You were once twenty years old too."

"I remember that before you took over, the Zhou Group was just a mess on the verge of bankruptcy."

"You spent five years bringing it back to life."

Jiang Ci looked at him, a faint, ambitious smile playing on her lips.

Give me three years.

"I will make Limitless stand at the same level as the Zhou family."

Zhou Xu narrowed his eyes.

"Quite the boast."

"Whether it's just talk or not, you'll have to wait and see."

Jiang Ci picked up the shoulder bag that was placed next to her and put it on her shoulder.

"As for Wen Ning."

Mentioning this name, the sharpness in Jiang Ci's eyes softened, replaced by a firm and determined look.

"She's spoiled, so I'll indulge her."

"She spends a lot of money, so I'll go and earn it."

"I won't let her suffer."

"You don't need to worry about that, brother-in-law."

Done.

He nodded slightly, as if to say goodbye.

He turned around and strode out of the private room.

The door was closed.

Zhou Xu sat in his original seat, looking at the empty teacup.

a long time.

He chuckled.

"That's interesting."

"Better than those rich kids who only rely on their families."

"However... young man, don't speak too confidently."

……

Step out of the tea room.

The sunlight outside was a bit too bright.

Jiang Ci stood on the street corner and took a deep breath of the cold air.

He acted completely nonchalant inside just now.

But in reality, the shirt on his back was already soaked.

Zhou Xu's words were harsh.

But every word is true.

He's too weak right now.

It couldn't protect her from gossip.

He also couldn't give her the privileged life she had been used to since childhood.

No matter how loudly one proclaims "brother-in-law," it's nothing but a joke if there's no real power to back it up.

Jiang Ci turned back.

I glanced at the magnificent teahouse.

I glanced across the street at the office building that was under construction.

An unprecedented sense of urgency gripped his heart like vines.

not enough.

The current speed is far from enough.

He took out his phone.

I dialed Zhang Annian's number.

"Hey, Brother Ci?"

The sound of Zhang Annian eating takeout came from the other end of the line, "What's up? Bring me back a milk tea, okay?"

"Stop eating."

Jiang Ci's voice was as cold as ice.

"Notify everyone that there will be a meeting in half an hour."

"We need to adjust the development schedule."

Zhang Annian was stunned: "Huh? We need to adjust it again? Any faster and I'll die of overwork!"

"Then I'll die in front of the computer."

Jiang Ci hung up the phone.

He strode forward against the flow of people, heading towards the school.