My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

Yu Mingbo was a genius since childhood and finished college at the age of fourteen.

In the subject of physics, he is self-taught and has his own school of thought.

Not to mention his peers, even among his teachers since childhood, few people can keep up with his thinking.

It’s lonely at the top. There are very few people who can discuss physics with Professor Yu Wen and whom he can admire from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Wanlan is one, and Dean Yuan Yiming is another.

During the time Professor Yu Wen was studying at the Global Center, he was also taken care of by President Yuan.

A lot of knowledge is confidential, and if you cannot swear allegiance to the Global Center, you are not allowed to learn it.

Under such circumstances, if Dean Yuan had not taught him everything he knew, even if Professor Yu Wen was a genius, he would not have been able to learn these secrets.

Therefore, Professor Yu Wen respects Dean Yuan Yiming from the bottom of his heart.

A few months ago, he went to the Global Center again and invited President Yuan to dinner.

At that time, Dean Yuan was in good spirits and did not look like a retired man in his eighties.

How come it has only been a short time and it has become like a candle in the wind? !

Academician Wu did not know President Yuan, but he had heard of his name and was also shocked at this moment: "Wanlan, this..."

"Professor Yuwen, Mr. Wu, Dean Yuan is still asleep." Ye Wanlan said, "Let's find a place to put him first."

"Right, right, right!" Professor Yu Wen slapped his forehead, as if waking up from a dream, "Quick, go to my apartment, it's very safe there!"

Ten minutes later, seeing Dean Yuan lying steadily on the bed, Ye Wanlan's tense nerves completely relaxed.

Although this rapid rescue did not consume too much of her internal energy, it greatly consumed her mind.

Fortunately, she was able to recover after nearly ten hours of sleep on the plane.

Several people left the bedroom and closed the door.

Professor Yu Wen and Academician Wu looked at Ye Wanlan nervously, waiting for her narration.

Ye Wanlan drank another bottle of water before slowly recounting what had happened today.

"What a bunch of bastards!" Professor Yuwen was so angry that he blew his beard and glared after hearing this. "If they throw people away when they are no longer useful, then who will dare to work hard for them next time?"

"Alas..." Academician Wu couldn't help but wipe away the tears from his eyes, "Although we are not in the same place, our situations are so similar."

She had experienced such a thing before, and it was Ye Wanlan who took action in time.

"I think that after Dean Yuan wakes up and recuperates in Yunjing for a while, we will send him to Fengyuan to live out his days." Ye Wanlan said softly, "His research will be inherited by his students."

To carry on the lost knowledge of the ancient sages and bring peace to the world for all eternity. [Note 1]
They, and those who come after them, will continue to complete what their predecessors have not completed, never looking back, and never giving up.

"That's fine, that's fine!" Professor Yuwen sighed deeply, "Teacher Yuan's dream is to return to Shenzhou. When the time comes, I will accompany him to travel around. This land is so wonderful, it would be a pity if we don't see it."

Academician Wu smiled and said, "I won't accompany you. I have to continue researching submarines with my team."

"Xiao Wu is still young, and has a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders." Professor Yu Wen said, "Wait another 30 years, and it won't be too late for you to take a break."

"By the way, Wanlan, you must be hungry after traveling all the way, right?" Academician Wu said hurriedly, "I'll ask the canteen to bring the food over."

Ye Wanlan nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Wu."

After the meal, the sun had already set.

Ye Wanlan's return to Shenzhou this time was a secret, and Professor Yu Wen and Academician Wu kept her whereabouts a secret.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Dean Yuan, who had been in a coma for a day, finally woke up.

After he woke up, he kept looking at the ceiling, his whole body in a daze, obviously not coming to his senses.

"Teacher Yuan!" Professor Yu Wen walked carefully to his bedside, "It's me, Mingbo!"

Dean Yuan rolled his eyes and spoke in a very hoarse voice: "Ming... Bo?"

"Hey!" Professor Yu Wen nodded happily, "This is Shenzhou, you are in my residence, don't worry, no one will dare to hurt you again!" Dean Yuan's expression was still confused.

His memory stopped at the moment when he was forcibly sent to the electronic prison by the people from the Tower of Babel and tortured.

Logically speaking, he should have passed away, so how come he suddenly came to Shenzhou?

He was indeed dead, and heaven had painted such an illusion for him.

"Teacher Yuan, you are not dead." Professor Yu Wen said immediately, "It was Wan Lan! Wan Lan saved you from the group of people in the Tower of Babel and sent you to Shenzhou. Didn't you always want to come?"

"Mr. Yuan." Ye Wanlan held a glass of water. "You just woke up and your breathing is still unstable. Take a pill first."

After taking the medicine, a warm feeling comes over you.

After another long silence, Dean Yuan finally figured out the whole story.

Even he found it extremely unbelievable.

Of course he had heard of Ye Wanlan; Ye Xingli had boasted about him to him many times.

But how could such a little girl, not even twenty years old, rescue him and escape from the clutches of the Tower of Babel?

This is simply a fantasy!

But it happened.

Dean Yuan raised his hand with some difficulty to confirm that he still had feeling in his limbs.

He blinked and tears suddenly fell.

"Teacher Yuan!" Professor Yu Wen was startled and stammered, "Are you, are you feeling unwell? Please don't scare me."

"You are so old, why are you still so startled?" Dean Yuan said unhappily, "These are tears of joy."

Yu Mingbo: “…Oh.”

Ye Wanlan retreated quietly, leaving time for the two to find Christine.

Here, Christine was sitting on the swing in the garden when she received a transatlantic call from the Global Center.

A woman's voice came from the other side: "Ms. Christine, where are you? I have something urgent to talk to you about!"

"Hello?" Christine frowned. "I'm still outside. What's the matter? Tell me."

"Ms. Christine, the goods we ordered were hijacked!" the woman said anxiously. "We have been waiting for this batch of goods for six months, and someone else got it first. What should we do now? We can't get such a large batch of goods together in such a short time!"

Christine knew what the woman was talking about. It was the medicinal herbs she prepared specially for Ye Wanlan.

Ye Wanlan saved her more than once, and she had nothing else to give Ye Wanlan except money.

So she spent six months ordering this batch of medicinal herbs.

Who dares to steal her things?
Kristen also felt angry: "Who is the other party?"

"Extreme!" The woman's teeth were chattering as she uttered these two words. "They intercepted our medicinal materials at a price 5% higher than ours. Miss Christine, you said extreme..."

Christine fell silent.

Sure enough, the supplier knew that the goods were ordered by her, so he still dared to give them to the other party, which only proved that the other party was not to be trifled with.

Jidao, a very mysterious civilian force at the center of the world.

If this batch of goods was not intended for Ye Wanlan, then it would be intercepted.

But unfortunately, the other party is Jidao.

Christine took a deep breath and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Ye Wanlan placed a glass of freshly squeezed juice in front of her. "What's the matter that makes it so difficult for us, the richest man in the world, to deal with? Tell me about it."

"The herbs I ordered for you were intercepted." Christine pursed her lips, "It was Jidao." (End of this chapter)