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Chapter 108: 042 ordinary background, who would dare to provoke him?_3
Chapter 108: 042 ordinary background, who would dare to provoke him?_3
Chapter 108: 042 ordinary background, who would dare to provoke him?_3
Translator: 549690339
He Wen quickly perked up, “There’s a question about photons…”
He spoke succinctly.
But after he finished, He Wen had a vaguely bad feeling.
Sure enough, the next second—
Jiang Fulai looked at Jiang He’s lack of response, clenched his phone, and with calm and indifferent, emotionless three words, “High school question?”
“I’ll look into it further!” He Wen hastily attempted to remedy the situation.
Jiang Fulai looked at He Wen, his lips slightly pursed in coolness, wanting to say something, but ultimately held back.
He turned and left the room, sometimes really doubting what kind of people he was spending his time with in the same laboratory.
Once Young Master Jiang left the office.
The others looked at He Wen with an expression that said “you’ve got guts,” “He Wen, can you tell me how you dared to ask him high school questions?”
He Wen: “…Can you do it?”
That person shrugged: “But we wouldn’t be bold enough to ask him to do it.”
Joking, there were standard answers in the question bank, though none as clear and enlightening as Young Master Jiang’s answers, but they were sufficient. Who would dare to have Young Master Jiang do their problems?
After all, even Academician Ma hadn’t been able to trick Young Master Jiang into his laboratory.
Outside, in the office.
Jiang Fulai called Jiang He again, but no one answered.
It wasn’t surprising.
Jiang He had been giving him the cold shoulder for several days now.
Pale fingers tapping on the phone screen, he dialed Bai Lian’s number, telling her that Ming Dongheng would be late picking up Jiang He tonight.
Still, no answer.
Jiang Fulai hesitated in his steps, knowing that Bai Lian was at the library with Jiang He.
“Computer.” Jiang Fulai paused in his stride, made a time-out gesture to the researchers in the office, and set down his fluorescent pen.
The assistant quickly handed over his computer.
The underground laboratory, to avoid cosmic ray interference, was built deep into the earth, perennially cold and shadowy.
Jiang Fulai set the computer on the table, not bothering to sit, one hand bracing the tabletop, the other tapping on the keyboard. The computer’s glow made his face seem even more pale and sharp, and a black skull icon soon appeared on the desktop.
Line after line of code emerged at his fingertips.
The assistant stood three steps away, watching expressionlessly.
Jiang’s business scope was too broad for him to understand anything.
Pale fingertips struck the “enter” key with a “snap,” and a large map of Xiangcheng popped up on the computer screen with a small red dot moving slowly.
The assistant behind only saw Jiang keying in several lines of code, with the map continuously zooming in.
It finally stopped on a street.
He was tracking the location of Jiang He’s wristwatch. Jiang He often disappeared without reason due to his personality.
In all of the Jiang Family, even Xijue couldn’t outplay the young Jiang He. Jiang Fulai had taken special time to make a wristwatch for him with a tracking feature.
Under normal circumstances, Bai Lian and Jiang He should be in the library reading.
But now they appeared in an unknown location, still slowly moving.
Jiang Fulai pulled up the previous movements of the watch to confirm that the last appearance was at the police station. He stared at the route, closed the laptop lid with a cold snap, “Postpone the meeting to tomorrow, give half a day off.”
He straightened up slowly, picked up his phone, and left carrying an air of frost.
The entire office fell silent all at once.
Someone looked towards the assistant, “What happened to Young Master Jiang?”
The assistant pushed up his glasses, making a profound guess: “Probably someone who’s looking for trouble messed with the young master.”
“The son of Academician Jiang Sui?” He Wen walked in just in time to hear the assistant’s words and was quite astonished.
After Jiang Sui’s parents passed away, Jiang He was mistreated by a group of relatives who danced with demons. Jiang Fulai took Jiang He from Jiang Sui’s home and severely dealt with that bunch of relatives.
It was a well-known event throughout Jiangjing.
They would rather provoke Jiang Xijue, who didn’t blink an eye when killing someone.
Who would be so bold as to provoke Jiang Fulai?
Jiang Fulai took the elevator up, looking down at his phone as he dialed Ming Dongheng.
Ming Dongheng was with Chief Chen.
When he received Jiang Fulai’s call, Chief Chen was exchanging pleasantries with someone, “Is this drug really not for sale on a large scale?”
He had heard that there was a miraculous plaster on Backter Street, which had a significant appeal to the Chen Family and various special forces, no less than Wang Youfeng’s minerals.
The other person smiled, “Sorry, there’s no news from Doctor Bai at the moment.”
Chief Chen looked at the person and cursed inwardly, thinking they were tough nuts to crack and playing the old game of holding their goods dear.
He’d better not find that Doctor Bai, or he would kidnap him, no matter the cost!
Ming Dongheng glanced at them and then stepped outside to answer the call, his tone respectful yet puzzled, “Young Master.”
“Where are you?” Jiang Fulai didn’t wait for the driver. He picked up the car keys with his eyes downcast, his voice indifferent.
But Ming Dongheng on the other end of the phone heard it with a shock, “Backter Street.”
“Meet me at the police station,” Jiang Fulai opened the car door, holding the phone in one hand and starting the car with the other, as the evening sun slanted through the windows, casting his fierce face in the hazy sunlight, “Jiang He’s watch was last positioned there.”
“What?” Ming Dongheng’s heart skipped a beat.
His hands became somewhat unsteady.
“What’s the matter?” Chief Chen, who was speaking to someone, noticed Ming Dongheng hastily standing up, lowering his voice.
“It’s about Jiang He,” Ming Dongheng couldn’t delay, “You keep an eye on this place, I have to take a trip to the police station.”
Seeing Ming Dongheng’s complexion, Chief Chen didn’t dare to ask further.
Backter Street wasn’t close to Xiangcheng Police Station. Ming Dongheng drove Chief Chen’s car almost speeding all the way, blatantly over the speed limit in some sections. Passing policemen, recognizing the license plate number, dared not stop him.
Xiangcheng Police Station headquarters.
Ming Dongheng parked the car.
His car was eye-catching, and as soon as it appeared, someone saw it and quickly reported it upstairs.
In the police station office.
The chief heard the report and immediately stood up, shocked, “Chief Chen’s car? Why has he come here?”
Chief Chen’s car was provided by Xiangcheng, and he was always low-key.
But anyone in Xiangcheng with some connections knew what car Chief Chen drove.
The chief quickly put on his coat and went to the police station entrance.
But it wasn’t Chief Chen at the entrance; instead, there stood a tall, cold man holding car keys, standing next to Chief Chen’s car. Seeing the chief come out, he merely gave them a cold glance, without saying a word.
Whoever followed Jiang Fulai couldn’t be just anyone.
The chief did not recognize Ming Dongheng, but anyone who could casually drive Chief Chen’s car was clearly not ordinary.
He was intimidated by Ming Dongheng’s cold expression, standing at the entrance not sure how to start a conversation with him.
Just when the chief hadn’t quite figured out what to say, a royal blue sports car with Jiangjing license plates approached from the end of the road.
“Screech” A sound.
It stopped at the entrance of the police station.
Under the setting sun, the car’s body radiated a fierce chill.
Ming Dongheng recognized this as the car specially brought to Xiangcheng for Jiang Fulai’s daily use.
He strode to the driver’s side, and as the car came to a steady stop, he opened the door to let Jiang Fulai out.
The chief glanced and saw a man in a black overcoat getting out of the driver’s seat.
Just a stately silhouette, simplistic in black, reflecting dark gleams in the setting sun, the entrance of the police station fell silent for a moment.