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Where to find Sikong Mingqiu is not a difficult question. Just ask around if you know that Sikong Mingqiu was a junior in the economics department of the law school.

The first time I asked, I found out where the Economics Department of the Law School held classes. The second time I asked, I found the notice board with the course schedule. I looked at my watch; it was 2:10. Just then, I heard the Fu Bell toll, which lasted 21 times. A new class had just begun.

Xian Yaowen put his hand down and said to Huo Zhixian, "We seem to be having bad luck. We have a 100-minute class, and Sikong Mingqiu won't finish until 3:50."

"We can go find her during the break between classes."

Sin Yiu-man waved his hand, “There’s no need to wait until the break. There are at least a hundred people in a large class. It’s impossible for the teacher to know all the students. We can sneak into the classroom quietly.”

Huo Zhixian's eyelashes trembled slightly. "Is this alright?"

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Xian Yaowen took Huo Zhixian's hand and walked towards the teaching building next to them.

The teaching building is small, with only two floors. It's easy to find the classrooms for the fourth-year economics students—a tiered classroom with the door on the podium. A female teacher is writing something on the blackboard. If you push the door open at this moment, you will become the focus of the entire classroom.

Xian Yaowen peeked into the classroom from the doorway, then gently pushed the door open, led Huo Zhixian into the classroom, bowed slightly to the female teacher who was looking at him, and then quickly walked towards the aisle in the middle.

National Taiwan University is a good school, and the students who can get in are generally studious. It is rare for them to be late for class. Sin Yiu-man was dressed in a suit, and Huo Chih-hsien was dressed in a milky white cheongsam. The two of them were not dressed like students at all. They were like broken tiles thrown into a tranquil lake, creating ripples. All the students' eyes were on them.

Ignoring the stares of others, Xian Yaowen led Huo Zhixian, whose head was bowed, to two empty seats in the back row and picked out two better ones to sit down.

Coincidentally, Sikong Mingqiu and a boy were sitting in the row in front of them, with empty seats next to them, indicating that they had deliberately chosen their seats.

Xian Yaowen sat down and lightly kicked Sikong Mingqiu's stool with his foot. "Borrow a book."

At the same time, his gaze fell on the boy, and if nothing unexpected happened, this boy was Qian Wanli, Sikong Mingqiu's "suspected" boyfriend.

After glancing at his profile twice, Xian Yaowen felt that the face looked familiar. After a moment's recollection, he realized that he must have seen him at Jing Shu Zhai. That day, the boy sold Tang Yiying a small Yongzheng enamel peony-patterned bowl for 3000 yuan.

What a coincidence!

Sin Yiu-man muttered to himself, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

He didn't want to spend too much time on Sikong Mingqiu; he just wanted to reach an agreement as quickly as possible. One of the catalysts for men and women to quickly deepen their understanding of each other was to sleep together. In his mind, he and Sikong Mingqiu would do it at least once.

As he was lost in thought, a textbook titled "Nanyang Economics" appeared on his desk. He turned to the title page and saw Si Kongmingqiu's signature. The handwriting was Japanese-style hard-pen regular script, with each stroke exuding elegance and neatness, but without a trace of gentleness. The hook of the character "Si" was very sharp, faintly revealing a murderous aura, as if it was about to break open the "mouth".

Turn the pages and examine the footnotes on each page closely, analyzing Sikong Mingqiu's personality through the shapes of the characters.

In just two minutes, Sin Yiu-man deduced the word "ambition".

This is enough.

He pushed the textbook to Huo Zhixian, looked up at the podium, and listened attentively for a moment. The female teacher was lecturing on the scope, geography, and economics of Southeast Asia, specifically Malaya.

The female teacher spoke Mandarin with a strong Jiangzhe accent. During her lecture, she interspersed some "true" anecdotes that she probably heard from others. After listening for five minutes and not hearing any useful information, he stopped paying attention and just kept listening, but his eyes were wandering around the entire classroom.

Currently, the main employment directions for graduates of the Department of Economics at National Taiwan University are government economic and financial departments, finance and banking, academia and education, US aid and international organizations, industry and commerce, and others.

No matter where you go, you can't avoid taking exams. While job assignments exist, they are extremely rare, which means that graduates are a resource that can be competed for.

As for students studying abroad on government scholarships or sponsored by various foundations and scholarships, only government-funded students are bound to return to China to serve for 5-8 years. However, this obligation can be lifted by paying a penalty for breach of contract. Prince Enterprises can fully absorb elites from among the elites.

The world's development is driven by elites, while the existence of mediocre people is merely to make up the numbers. Prince Enterprises can absorb the most elite part of the fortune of Taiwan, even if it is only a small share.

With his ears perked up, Xian Yaowen took out his notebook from his briefcase and began to devise a feasible plan to recruit recent graduates—since Huo Zhixian was sitting next to him, he mainly conceived the plan in his mind, with only some key words appearing on the paper.

Huo Zhixian, sitting next to her, first focused on the blackboard and the female teacher, then on Sikong Mingqiu in the front row. Although Xian Yaowen didn't say anything, she guessed from the passing of the textbook that the girl in the front row was Sikong Mingqiu.

Sikong Mingqiu was very beautiful, but her beauty was quite different from her own. She was aloof and had a subtle air of keeping people at a distance. Her glances at her were quite aggressive. She didn't like this woman very much, and she had a feeling that this woman would become Yaowen's lover.

After observing and pondering Sikong Mingqiu for a few minutes, her attention shifted to Yaowen's notebook. She was surprised to find that she didn't recognize most of the words on the paper, but from the two she did recognize, she deduced that they were Latin and that they seemed to be related to hiring.

"Why Latin?" The thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately offered her own explanation: "Perhaps Yaowen did it to improve her memory of Latin."

"When did Yaowen learn Latin?" Another old thought popped into her mind.

Bao'an is too close to Hong Kong, and the connection between the two has never been broken. Sin Yiu-man's life trajectory is very clear. If anyone wanted to investigate, there would be nowhere to hide. Sin Yiu-man speaks Japanese and English. Perhaps based on the foreign language teaching in Bao'an schools, he may also know a little French or German, but Latin could only have been learned after arriving in Hong Kong.

"Perhaps Yaowen is a language genius..."

Names popped into her mind: Zhao Yuanren, Chen Yinque, Lin Yutang, Gu Hongming, Fu Sinian. Language geniuses have been everywhere in the past few decades. Why couldn't Yaowen be one of them?

Moreover, Yaowen is a very hardworking and diligent person. Whenever he has a spare moment, he is either holding a newspaper or a book. It is normal that he is very talented.

She stared at Yaowen's profile, mesmerized!
"Sigh, Yaowen is good in every way, except he's too much of a womanizer."

Sikong Mingqiu was lost in thought. Ever since the last time she staged a chance encounter, she had been waiting for Xian Yaowen to come to her door. She had also been sketching out the scene of their reunion, scrutinizing every detail of her expression, actions, and conversation. She waited and waited, and just when she was feeling discouraged about her own judgment and appearance, Xian Yaowen actually appeared.

But why is he with a woman?
Why are you holding hands?

She pursed her lips tightly, guessing Huo Zhixian's identity and pondering the impact of this variable on her plans.

Qianwanli was jealous. He keenly sensed that Xian Yaowen and Sikong Mingqiu in the back row were related and were his rivals in love. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh, and imagined one scene after another of slapping his rivals in the face.

Sin Yiu-man was multitasking, not missing a single word the female teacher said. Who knows if this female teacher might suddenly have the wicked idea of ​​making things difficult for the "intruder".

He occasionally glanced at Huo Zhixian out of the corner of his eye to keep track of her activities; Sikong Mingqiu and Qian Wanli were also on his radar. Sikong Mingqiu was self-explanatory, but the worth of Qian Wanli's boyfriend would affect his usefulness.

The plan was completed in no time, and his pressure lessened a bit. He closed his notebook, grabbed Huo Zhixian's soft hand under the table, and shifted his gaze from the blackboard to the female teacher, observing her appearance.

In his previous life, when he was in college, he set himself a mission: to sleep with all kinds of female professors. To this end, he flew to almost every college city in the United States, completing the mission and auditing classes along the way. He slept with many white, black, and brown-haired women, but not many yellow-haired ones. He even had to give up halfway through his attempt to seduce a chemistry professor who came from a preparatory school for studying in the United States, which was a real pity.

Perhaps, the strategy quest can be restarted in this life. (End of Chapter)