The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Many thoughts flashed through Gu Weimian's mind.

The thin lips of the man opposite him slowly opened: "...How is that possible? I'm talking about a super powerful scientific researcher."

He patiently explained to Pang Yiqin and Gu Weimian, "You may not understand this concept. This person's level can be said to be one of the most powerful in China."

He looked at Gu Weimian and shook his head, "How old is she? Do you think she is possible?"

Gu Weimian: "..."

Yes, this uncle has a lot of ideas.

Pang Yiqin on the side lowered his head, frowned and thought for a while: "This... this seems impossible.

Two consecutive hits...

Gu Weimian frowned.

Pang Yiqin looked at Gu Weimian weakly: "Weimian, I...I really don't think anything bad about you. I think that after you graduate, you will be more powerful than that person!"

Gu Weimian touched her head and smiled: "Yeah."

She looked at Huo Liangchuan: "I think everyone in the school has almost left. That person should have left as well. Don't wait any longer, right?"

Huo Liangchuan wrapped his coat tightly and said firmly, "No, I have to wait for him."

Pang Yiqin didn't understand: "Are you also so fanatical about star-chasing in the scientific research community?"

There was a slight embarrassment on Huo Liangchuan's face: "I am not chasing stars...and he is really powerful. I have a problem in hand, and he may be the only one in China who can solve it.

Pang Yiqin nodded: "Really?" She shrugged helplessly: "Then there's nothing we can do."

She looked at Gu Weimian again, "Shall we go?"

The corners of Gu Weimian's mouth twitched and he responded in a low voice: "Yeah."

The black Mercedes-Benz drove them away from Dechang. In the rear mirror of the car, the man was still standing there without moving. The wind blew through her hair, and his back looked a little lonely and pitiful.

…

When Huo Liangchuan returned to where he lived, it was completely dark.

The originally clean residence was now bustling with people.

The fierce quarrel in the villa made Huo Liangchuan pause slightly before entering.

"There are all rumors in the market now. They say that Gudi is dying and going to close down. How long will we have to suspend production! What will happen to my pocket money this month?"

"Where's my brother? Is there nothing he can do? If Gudi dies, our family will be the worst off. My brother owns 51% of Gudi's shares!"

"Where is Ji'an? He might as well think of a way to sell his shares first!"

"Who else would want it now?"

"..."

Huo Liangchuan's brows wrinkled slightly.

It's Gudi's thing again.

It seems to be Huo Jian's father, his cousin, and his little daughter.

It was a mess, he frowned, turned around, and was about to go to the corner to rest for a while, when his feet stepped on cigarette butts on the ground.

Looking up, Huo Jian was standing quietly in the backlight of the corner of the villa, holding a cigarette that was still burning to the end.

There was a "pop" sound.

The cigarette in Huo Jian's hand was knocked out.

The man's expression turned cold, his brows furrowed tightly, and when he was about to speak, what he saw was Huo Liangchuan's rather fair face.

His body left the wall he was leaning against and stood up straight. His eyes fell on Huo Liangchuan's hair that was covered with frost: "Uncle, are you looking for that person again?"

Huo Liangchuan nodded, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. He didn't want to say more about this matter. He raised his chin and pointed in the direction of the villa: "What's going on inside?..."