Chapter 295 - 220: I’ve Already Found You a Construction Team

Chapter 295: Chapter 220: I’ve Already Found You a Construction Team

At the podium.

The old professor, deep in his lecture, noticed Lin Chu and Chen Yuanxing whispering and glanced in their direction.

He recognized Lin Chu, having met him at dinner the previous night.

As for Chen Yuanxing, he didn’t recall him at all.

KNOCK KNOCK.

He rapped on the desk. "Let’s be mindful of classroom discipline."

Since it was an MBA class full of adults, the old professor was lenient and didn’t call anyone out by name.

Lin Chu glanced toward the front, offered a small smile and a nod to acknowledge the warning, then stopped talking—and focused on his group chat instead.

"From now on, no phones are allowed in my class. It would be best if you didn’t bring them in at all."

The old professor added.

Lin Chu: Uh...

Looking a bit resigned, he casually put his phone away, sat up straight, and feigned intense focus on the blackboard.

Hearing this, the other students who were also on their phones quickly straightened up as well.

"When a company’s core business starts to decline, that’s when they get really strict about attendance and discipline."

Chen Yuanxing whispered with a smile.

The old professor, of course, couldn’t hear him.

But Lin Chu almost burst out laughing.

’Spot on!’

’Spoken like a true former board secretary.’

"Who’s the class president? Please stand up so I can see who you are."

The old professor asked. He would need the class officers’ cooperation to maintain discipline in the future.

The moment he heard this, Lin Chu stood up. "Hello, Professor. I’m the class president. My name is Lin Chu."

The old professor: ...

His face instantly darkened.

’So you’re the ringleader!’

"What about the vice president?"

He waved his hand, signaling for Lin Chu to sit, then asked for the next person.

Chen Yuanxing promptly stood up first, grinning. "Professor, that’s me! I’m Chen Yuanxing."

After he finished, Li Fangfei and Zhang Xiao also introduced themselves.

The old professor: !!!

He shot a deep look in their direction, then waved his hand nonchalantly. "Alright, everyone sit down. Let’s get back to the lecture."

’The class president and vice president, leading the charge on slacking off during my lecture.’

’This is truly the worst class I’ve ever taught!’

But there wasn’t much he could say. This was an MBA class, after all—it reeked of money. Complaining would be pointless.

...

"The old professor backed down."

Chen Yuanxing casually scribbled on a piece of paper and slid it in front of Lin Chu.

Lin Chu just smiled, not saying much. ’Forget it. As long as we can keep up appearances, it’s fine. The man’s getting on in years, after all.’

Just then, his phone vibrated again with a new message.

He glanced at it. It was from Zhou Ming.

"Come to my place tonight. Banshan Banhai, Villa 12. I’ll host, and I’ll formally introduce you two."

"The construction company’s boss is named Li Daqing. He just turned fifty this year and is from Linzhou."

Banshan Banhai was one of Peng City’s most exclusive villa communities. By hosting the dinner there, Zhou Ming was signaling that this construction boss was one of his most trusted men.

’Of course, it’s also possible he was just trying to save money on the budget.’

’Then again, maybe it was a gesture of intimacy. A dinner at home, after all, carries a level of personal connection no restaurant can match.’

’Construction teams from Linzhou are famous all over the country. Besides, since Zhou Ming is making the introduction, there’s nothing to worry about. The guy must be reliable.’

"Okay, I’ll be there on time."

Lin Chu replied, accepting the invitation.

There were still about ten minutes left until class was over.

Tsk.

Here he was again, counting the minutes until the bell. The feeling was familiar, though he’d long since outgrown the student-like anticipation of ’What’s for lunch in the cafeteria today?’

...

Suddenly, the classroom door was pushed open.

An elderly man in a lab coat appeared at the door. It was none other than Su Chaoyue. His eyes swept across the classroom.

This sudden intrusion naturally caused the lecturing professor to stop mid-sentence.

"What is it, Professor Su? Are you looking for me?"

"Yes, sorry to interrupt. I’m looking for a student. Who is Lin Chu? Come out for a moment."

Su Chaoyue said, his breathing slightly rushed. He seemed a little out of breath.

Hearing this, Lin Chu looked at Chen Yuanxing in confusion. Chen Yuanxing whispered, "The lab... Professor Su. Go on, hurry!"

Without any hesitation, Lin Chu immediately stood up and walked quickly toward the door.

"Alright, you can continue your class. I’m requisitioning this student for now."

Su Chaoyue sized Lin Chu up, tossed out the remark, and led him out of the room.

The old professor: ...

"Class, let’s continue the lecture."

’Hmph. Money! Money! The reek is unbearable!’

...

Lin Chu followed Su Chaoyue out, smiling as he observed him. This Professor Su had the distinct look of a researcher who poured his heart and soul into his work: a thin frame, bright eyes, and messy hair.

Once they were outside, Su Chaoyue looked Lin Chu over as well. "What do you do for a living?"

Lin Chu replied, "I’m involved in preserving traditional culture—the four arts, that sort of thing. I have some other businesses as well."

’You have to know your audience.’

’He just had a gut feeling this answer would appeal to the professor more.’

"Hm?"

"Then why are you interested in low-altitude aircraft?"

Su Chaoyue was very direct, getting straight to the point.

’No one offers you something for nothing. There’s always a catch. Who would just give away a plot of land for free?’

’It had to be about the low-altitude aircraft.’

’He wasn’t opposed to such an arrangement, but he needed to get things clear from the start.’

Lin Chu thought for a moment, then offered a defiant smile. "I’ve got more money than I know what to do with. And I don’t like to keep all my eggs in one basket."

Su Chaoyue shot him a glare, a look of exasperation in his eyes.

’What kind of answer is that!’

"Have you emigrated?"

Su Chaoyue asked again.

He had asked Li Bin this question once before, and now he was asking again. It was clearly very important to him.

"Nope. Not happening. Never in my life. Here at home, I’m treated like a king. Abroad, I’d just be a second-class citizen."

Lin Chu responded crisply.

Su Chaoyue nodded, his gaze softening slightly. "What do the elders in your family do?"