Chapter 34

Chapter 35: Song Family's Second Uncle

"Zhao Heng!"

As hundreds of students stared at Zhao Heng, he could only state his name in response to the old professor's inquiry. The professor repeated the name twice and then took the book and paper from Zhao Heng's desk, waving them to the entire hall. The book was filled with highlighted key points and summaries, while the white paper was densely covered with numerous questions: "Zhao Heng!"

"It's him! I, Old Sun, will tell you, this boy will surely become a great talent in the future."

As Qiao Fazai and Song Qingguan stared in shock, and Du Ziyang pulled Ding Lingling with a delighted face, Professor Sun held the book and paper, his voice like a bell: "From small signs, one can see great things! In ten years, when you look at Zhao Heng again, you will find that what I said today is true. If I am wrong, I, Sun Yongbing, will bow and admit my mistake!"

The entire hall was once again astonished, not expecting such bold words from the professor. Ding Lingling and Tu Honggang's faces darkened, not expecting Zhao Heng to stand out so much here, which added to Du Ziyang's good impression of him. At this moment, Professor Sun waved his hand: "Zhao Heng doesn't need to take this course anymore, his performance is excellent!"

"A student with initiative, I believe he can do even better."

Zhao Heng's body trembled, his face full of surprise, not knowing what to do. He never expected that coming to a public class would result in such a windfall, and even the final exam was waived. The other students were envious and resentful, regretting why they hadn't taken the class seriously. Perhaps they could also be exempted from the exam and receive praise from the professor.

Ding Lingling sniffed lightly: "A blind cat bumping into a dead rat!"

She absolutely did not believe that just listening to class and taking notes could lead to success. If that were true, everyone would just study, and there would be no need for hard work or background and connections. Moreover, Ding Lingling believed that if the class were repeated, she could also listen attentively and even find ten or eight questions.

Tu Honggang also nodded: "Exactly, if the class were repeated, I could write dozens of questions."

Some stubborn people are strangely like this; they always attribute others' success to luck and believe that what others do is simple and ordinary, finding ten or eight reasons to argue that success has nothing to do with ability. However, they never reflect on why they themselves did not accomplish such simple things from the beginning.

"Boss, that's impressive."

Qiao Yuncai clapped his hands at the right moment, moving closer to Zhao Heng to show himself. Song Qingguan also clapped, and Du Ziyang stood up to clap. Then, hundreds of students gave Zhao Heng applause to avoid making the professor unhappy. The old professor was looking down at Zhao Heng's notes, his face showing continuous surprise.

Seventeen questions!

Almost approaching the number of questions found by Dong Fangxiong in the past, and close to the twenty loopholes he deliberately created.

Ding!

"Time's up!"

The bell rang, and Zhao Heng found it hard to bear such attention. Hearing the bell, he immediately jumped out of his seat and ran away. He didn't want to be surrounded by a group of people and have to deal with them insincerely. So, he asked the fat guy to help him carry his books and disappeared. Qiao Yuncai was slightly stunned, then took the book from the professor and left.

However, in his haste, the white paper with the questions fell to the ground. When the old professor wanted to call Qiao Yuncai back, he was already gone. The eighty-kilogram ball of flesh had vanished. The old professor sighed and picked up the white paper, his face showing surprise as he noticed more questions written on the back.

Four more!

Professor Sun looked closely, his face showing shock: "How is that possible?"

Besides the twenty questions he had set, all of which Zhao Heng had found, there was one additional question that surprised him.

How can economic growth give rise to political democracy? Democracy does not necessarily promote economic growth, but economic growth can promote democracy. This is a consensus among economists. China's economy is already among the top three in the world, so why do the four major families still influence China's political landscape? When will China's unique characteristics no longer be unique?

Professor Sun looked at this unexpected question and smiled bitterly:

"Zhao Heng, I don't know the answer to your question either."

The minor incident in the public class made Zhao Heng more well-known among the freshmen. Not only did he receive some admiring glances, but several girls also sent him love messages, and even a few senior girls sent him covert glances, making Zhao Heng feel quite troubled during class, while the fat guy complained about the unfairness.

It seemed that all the good things were going to Zhao Heng.

However, Zhao Heng and his two friends had not seen Du Ziyang and the others since the public class. Qiao Yuncai, drinking a cola, bluntly revealed the reason: "It must be Ding Lingling and Tu Guangguang's doing. They're afraid that if Du Ziyang sees Hengge's handsome and spirited appearance, it will affect their plan for Ding San to win the beauty."

Zhao Heng, who had just finished his college English class, stretched lazily: "Don't be silly, let's just leave each other alone."

"By the way, boss."

Qiao Yuncai moved his large body and exhaled a sweet breath: "I have something to do with Song Qingguan tomorrow afternoon, so you'll have to cover for us in the History of Science. I heard the teacher has poor eyesight, so when he calls out names, just change your tone and respond three times. When we come back, I'll treat you to a big meal."

Zhao Heng was slightly stunned: "What are you going to do?"

Song Qingguan, straightforward, said: "We're going to—"

Qiao Yuncai quickly pulled him back, smiling: "We're going to buy some clothes. You know, it's hot now, and I'm so big. If I don't buy more clothes, won't I drive away all the mosquitoes? Besides, Qingguan only has a bank card and no clothes to change into."

"The clothes from the school store are always a bit low-quality."

Zhao Heng kicked him playfully, and Qiao Yuncai dodged. Zhao Heng knew that the fat guy might be meeting an online friend, but he didn't want to expose Qiao Yuncai's intentions. After all, he knew that Qiao Yuncai wanted to succeed in dating before announcing it to him. So, he pulled him over and said: "You can go, but be careful."

Qiao Yuncai nodded: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Zhao Heng didn't say anything more and took his books to head back to the dormitory. However, just as he took a few steps, Song Qingguan's newly bought phone rang. He was surprised to receive a call, and then he suddenly jumped up, answering the phone with great excitement: "My second uncle is back! He's in Huanghai!"

"He's invited me to meet him at the Huada coffee shop tonight. Zhao Heng, Fatso, you two come with me."

Zhao Heng and Qiao Yuncai looked at each other and nodded: "Okay!"

As the lights came on, Song Qingguan led the two to a coffee shop at Huada University. His second uncle from the United States had arrived in Huanghai and, for Song Qingguan's safety, had arranged to meet at Huada. Zhao Heng learned from Song Qingguan that his second uncle had brought a team of American lawyers to help him reclaim his family's assets.

Guided by a part-time female student, Zhao Heng and the others entered the room.

It was a stylishly decorated private room, about thirty square meters in size, with a red and warm Middle Eastern carpet on the floor. The three walls were adorned with abstract paintings, and a pot of roses was placed in the corner. A large plasma TV on one wall added to the room's relaxed atmosphere.

However, the lights in the room were turned on, making the surroundings bright and white.

In the center of the room, a transparent tempered glass table and three sofas were arranged. A middle-aged man was sitting on one of the sofas. When he heard the door open, he turned to see Song Qingguan and the others enter. Zhao Heng glanced at the middle-aged man and noticed that his smile slightly faltered.

He was surprised by the arrival of Zhao Heng and Qiao Yuncai, even showing a hint of subconscious hostility. Zhao Heng noticed his unusual reaction but didn't react, quickly regaining his composure and hiding his sharpness. Qiao Yuncai, on the other hand, rubbed his belly and looked past Song Qingguan's second uncle to the coffee table, where there was a pile of peanuts and a pile of squid threads.

"Second Uncle!"

Song Qingguan took a few quick steps and rushed forward, visibly moved.

The middle-aged man also stood up, opening his arms to welcome Song Qingguan, who hugged him tightly and shouted: "Second Uncle! You're finally here!"

His voice was filled with委屈 and joy. Zhao Heng and Qiao Yuncai did not mock him, as Song Qingguan had suffered a series of blows and his family's assets had been taken over by his mother. He needed someone to vent to. The middle-aged man maintained his smile and patted Song Qingguan's back firmly: "Qingguan, it's been a long time."

"Don't cry, a man should shed blood, not tears. No matter how big the problem, your second uncle will help you."

Song Qingguan's second uncle was about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking clean and refined. He was dressed formally in a high-end black suit, white shirt, and tie, with his hair neatly combed. He looked dignified enough to attend a formal event. After consoling Song Qingguan, he turned to Zhao Heng:

"Who are they—"

Song Qingguan, no longer the weak person he used to be, held back his tears and smiled as he introduced them to his second uncle: "Oh, let me introduce you. These are my two good roommates and brothers, Second Uncle. If it weren't for them saving me that night and helping me attack the Song family's network, I would have been thrown into the Huangpu River by Zhang Ningyan."

Song Qingguan's second uncle's eyes flashed with a cold light: "Attack the Song family's network?"