The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 639 - 543 Cleaning up the Ji Family, losing disastrously, seducing [2 more Chapters]
Chapter 639: 543 Cleaning up the Ji Family, losing disastrously, seducing [2 more Chapters]
First Researcher.
Let alone Herwen’s laboratory, not one of the top international ones had a first researcher as young.
A scientific prodigy not even twenty years old.
However, the dean also knew that although the Cosmic Carrier project had been made public to the whole world, the experimental data and other aspects were still under strict confidentiality. Absolutely not a single detail could be leaked.
He couldn’t possibly ask for more.
Herwen, as one of the top professors in the international scientific community, had security as a very important issue.
After all, professors died from "accidents" all year round.
The entire Ji Family must protect Ying Zijin and eliminate all threats.
They absolutely would not allow something like Yan Ruoxue betraying the Research Institute to happen again.
As if struck by lightning, Yan Anhe couldn’t believe her own ears, her lips trembling, "He, Herwen?"
Although she was not studying in the field of physics, she had also heard of Herwen’s great reputation.
Ying Zijin was actually the first researcher of the Herwen Laboratory?
Yan Anhe’s face turned paler and paler, feeling a chill throughout her body.
Without a doubt, this was a height she would never reach in her lifetime.
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Only this time was not like the past; she was not the victor, but a complete and utter loser, defeated cleanly and thoroughly.
The dean didn’t say anything more to Yan Anhe and let the guards continue to push her forward.
Soon, a specialized Hypnotist would come to erase the memories related to the Ji Family from these people.
The matter of Ying Zijin being the first researcher would not be leaked either.
**
Meanwhile, on the Continent O.
Manuel Laboratory Headquarters.
The Pazzi and Taylor families had both dispatched mercenaries to guard this place, along with hiring many hackers to ensure that the experimental data would not be leaked.
When Duke made that phone call, the Head of Taylor Family was inspecting the progress of the Manuel experiment.
Duke didn’t finish his sentence when the call was cut off, and the Head of Taylor Family keenly sensed that something was wrong.
"It seems Yan Ruoxue has failed," the Head of Taylor Family narrowed his eyes. "Duke has been detained."
The Ji Family originated from the Ancient Martial World and indeed had a certain influence internationally; they couldn’t confront them forcefully.
Last time they also suspected that it could be the Ji Family’s ancient martial artist.
But after a trip to the Ancient Martial World, that suspicion was dismissed.
The foundation of the Ji Family had been established for a little over a hundred years; they had no Cultivation Techniques nor the resources to nurture a young genius.
This matter had now become a mystery.
For the Taylor Family, Duke being detained by the Ji Family was not a loss, but it was indeed a provocation against the Taylor Family.
The Head of Taylor Family didn’t need to investigate; he could guess that the Herwen side had intervened in the Ji Family’s affairs.
Plus, with the Lorentz Family and Venus Corporation involved, the Taylor Family couldn’t make a move.
"Professor Manuel, I regret to inform you," the Head of Taylor Family sighed, "the research data from the Ji Family’s side cannot be obtained for you."
Manuel was also a middle-aged man past his fifties, yet his hair had already turned completely white.
He wore black-framed glasses and upon hearing the news, he lifted his head from the experiment table and slowly spoke after waving his hand dismissively, "Mr. Taylor, don’t be too courteous, it’s best if we get it, but it doesn’t matter if we don’t."
The Head of Taylor Family nodded, "Professor Manuel, rest assured, as long as your research succeeds before Herwen’s Cosmic Carrier project, in terms of status in the international scientific community, he can’t compare."
Manuel didn’t say anything, only hummed through his nose in response.
He knew very well that for a researcher, the Cosmic Carrier project was even more difficult than ordinary people could imagine.
Because only scientists knew how much manpower and material resources the project required, and how many difficulties needed to be overcome.
To be able to break out of the Solar System and travel to another star system would be good enough, to think of traveling to other universes?
The diameter of the universe where Earth is located has been predicted by scientists to be a colossal 160 billion light years, and it could possibly be even bigger.
Forget about ten years, even in fifty years, human science and technology would not reach that height.
A Cosmic Carrier, completely a fantasy.
**
In three days’ time, the Ji Family completely cleaned house.
Yan Ruoxue and several traitors were severely punished.
The changes were earth-shattering.
The dean stepped down to the position of vice dean, and the Research Institute along with the Ji Family were entirely handed over to Wen Fong Mian’s control.
At the same time, news came from the Ancient Martial World.
The Ji Family from the Ancient Martial World, during a battle for territorial borderlands, were defeated by another family, with all three elders killed.
The Ancestor and several senior ancient martial artists made an appearance, but still couldn’t avoid the fate of death.
The entire Ji Family, just barely qualifying as a mid-sized Ancient Martial Arts Family, disappeared just like that.
It just so happened that the Judicial Hall was busy with other assessment matters, and the Ji Family’s territory was too far from the Judicial Hall.
The Judicial Hall did not deploy the Guard Squad to stop them.
Ying Zijin knew that this was more than a coincidence.
Without the Main House, the Ji Family would actually be safer in the imperial capital.
But in the Ancient Martial World, there were too many families like the Ji Family; if not a thousand, there were at least eight hundred. If one disappeared, it disappeared, and no one would care.
The Ancient Martial World itself encouraged fighting, and Combat Power could only be enhanced through sparring.
Ying Zijin left the Research Institute, returned to the villa, and at that moment her phone "dinged" with a notification.
She looked down.
It was a text message.
It informed her that her bank card had received 300,000,000 yuan.
The feeling of having money was truly good.
Wen Fengmian was still busy in the Inner Court.
Restarting the experimental project from over twenty years ago was no small feat.
The dining room was already prepared with a table full of dishes, complete with color, aroma, and flavor.
Fu Yunshen sat at one side of the dining table, arranging his chopsticks, and lazily lifted his eyelids, "Go wash your hands."
After washing her hands, Ying Zijin sat down, took a sip of soup, and began to eat.
She had been dealing with the affairs of the Ji Family for the past few days and was indeed tired.
She ate quickly, but not rudely.
There was an inherent elegance in her every move.
In half an hour, the dishes on the table were all polished off.
Fu Yunshen leisurely pulled the humming and squeaking Dudu out of his pocket, "Yaoyao, look, it’s calling you mommy."
Ying Zijin slowly lifted her head, "..."
She was not very willing.
But she had indeed eaten a bit much today.
After dinner, the two sat on the couch watching TV.
It was a new TV series by Shang Yaozhi, of the fantasy type.
Good movie scripts and TV scripts were too scarce; at Shang Yaozhi’s level, one couldn’t just take on any role.
At most one TV series or movie a year.
Chuguang Media’s positioning of Shang Yaozhi was as an international movie star competing for the Academy Award for Best Actor.
"Yun Shan mentioned you went to participate in the Pill Alliance’s assessment?" Fu Yunshen’s interest in the TV series was lacking. He raised his hand, pinched Ying Zijin’s face, "Still at First Level?"
"Mhm." Ying Zijin leaned into his embrace, a truly comfortable pillow, "You can pick up some medicinal ingredients for free every month, why not if it’s free?"
However, members from First to Third Level did not have this privilege.
Starting from Fourth Level, depending on their rank, they could collect a certain portion of medicinal ingredients from the Pill Alliance.
A Seventh Level member’s share of medicinal ingredients was worth Fifty Million a month.
This Fifty Million was the currency of the Ancient Medical Field, equivalent to ten times the value in the outside world.
Anyway, these assessments were not difficult for her; they were a breeze.
Not taking advantage of something free was foolish.
"Are you such a money-grubber, kid?" asked Fu Yunshen as his fingers hooked around her waist, tightened, and he leaned down with an unstoppable smile, "Or do you think I can’t afford to buy you medicinal ingredients?"
Ying Zijin raised her eyes, her gaze cool, "You squander money, I need to save."
The Venus Corporation had many companies to run and several laboratories, which accounted for a large sum of money.
Much of it was held in stocks and real estate, with liquid capital being a small fraction.
Without a second thought, Fu Yunshen had transferred 200 billion yuan from the corporation for the Cosmic Carrier experiment, and she didn’t want him to spend any more.
Plus, this man could casually spend the price of several houses in the imperial capital on designing a single piece of jewelry.
"Mhm, I know you’re saving it for me." Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, his head slightly tilted as he kissed her lips and spoke in a husky voice, "Big brother is very happy."
His fingertip were cold and white, conveying a hint of chill when they touched her cheek, contrasting sharply with the warmth of his lips.
It was a slightly numbing sensation.
Ying Zijin’s eyelashes trembled.
The man nestled into the sofa, his long legs crossed, the light shifting in his shallow amber eyes, tender and warm.
After the kiss, his lips were a bright red, making his already enchanting features even more seductive.
When gazing directly at someone, his eyes held only her image.
"I warned you, don’t do that to me again—"
Ying Zijin paused, feeling the word "flirting" wasn’t quite right anymore.
She turned her head away, continuing to watch the TV.
A few minutes later, she finally found a suitable word.
Seduction.
