Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 358 Rat Shit

This may be the most lively academic summit in history, with many people who should not be there showing up uninvited.

For example, the top executive of the Mandala Group, Saintfield VI, who is currently 172 years old.

Like Morgan VII, he came from one of the oldest Semitic families.

The Semites attach great importance to the purity of their bloodline. Even within their own group, there is a strict division of status. Every person in power is always an heir with pure bloodline.

The old man arrived at the venue early in the morning, sitting in a wheelchair, with a shriveled body, drooping eyelids, and many life-support devices hanging on his body.

Fuling couldn't help but worry for the old man in her heart. Saintfield VI looked like a candle in the wind, and she was really afraid that he would die suddenly on the eco-ship in an accident.

Every year, the Saintfield family spends countless wealth on research in the field of life sciences. All of his life support devices were developed by the life sciences department. As the major shareholder of the department, when the Saintfield family proposed to attend this academic summit, Fuling had to arrange everything even though he was extremely reluctant.

And now, she had to force a smile to welcome the arrival of Saint Field VI.

The old man just glanced up at her and then looked away.

Tsk, damn socializing.

Fuling complained in her heart.

This made the situation a bit awkward. The current leader of the consortium expressed his dissatisfaction with her, the new director, through practical actions. Saintfield VI's butler tried to smooth things over, saying that the old gentleman was tired from all the traveling and did not mean to look down on Fuling.

The housekeeper was only in his early thirties and had been in the job for less than a year.

This was all thanks to the tenacious vitality of Saintfield VI. He had personally seen off two butlers and attended their funerals.

Except for Morgan VII who escaped into the digital world, all his contemporaries have gone to grave.

The ceremony was over, and Fuling no longer wanted to make trouble for herself. She knew very well the purpose of Saint Field VI's participation in this summit - he was not interested in life science itself, but wanted to personally make sure that Duan Mingyuan and those Blue Star people would not appear in this ecological ship.

The family was determined to win, because early this morning, "Prison Break" was staged again.

This means that the people of Blue Star have never left the Prison Star from beginning to end.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

They were transferred to some remote place along with the Prison Star and could never get out again.

For the Semites, this was great news. In comparison, the casino's losses were insignificant. If the money was considered an investment to trap the Transcendent, the result would undoubtedly be a huge profit.

Fuling felt a little uncomfortable.

Although she was the new director of the life sciences department and should have thought about issues from the perspective of the Semites, she had never liked the way the Semites did things, and she was clearly aware that outsiders like her with impure blood were always pawns that could be abandoned at any time.

It's been a busy day.

Fuling couldn't even feel sad for a moment for Duan Mingyuan and others who were trapped on the Prison Star. Scholars were invited to attend the summit in an endless stream, and this was the first time she was responsible for coordinating the work. In the past, these social events were handled by her tutors. She got up early in the morning and stayed in front of the venue to greet everyone.

Almost every scholar who came to attend the meeting expressed grief over Bai Kou's plane crash. Fuling spent the entire morning remembering her mentor.

This is amazing.

Because the mentor had a bad reputation in the academic community before the plane crash, people believed that he was too obsessed with the power of the director and neglected academic research. But now, he has become the best scholar in the eyes of these people. His death is a great loss to the entire universe.

The second most mentioned topic was about Duan Mingyuan. Many people came to this summit to see this rising star in the academic world who claimed to have solved the "dehydration syndrome". Unfortunately, Fuling could not bring them good news, because as far as she knew, this rising star in the academic world was still planning to shoot the first season of "Prison Break" this morning, which was on a planet more than a dozen star zones away from them.

Fuling had to accept the reality. Perhaps she had long been accustomed to miracles and subconsciously believed that no matter what difficulties she encountered, Duan Mingyuan could handle it.

There was less than half an hour left before the conference officially started, and scholars began to arrive one after another. In the next few days, the ecological ship would become a cradle of academia.

This is the time that Fuling looks forward to every year. She hopes that she can put aside all matters unrelated to academics, just like in previous years, and discuss and exchange ideas with the top scholars in the field of life sciences.

But on the other hand, the arrival of Saintfield VI had already doomed the family to use this academic summit to cause some trouble.

Fuling glanced at Saintfield out of the corner of his eye. The latter glanced at his watch and a smile of relief and excitement appeared on his face.

Everyone was sighing and lamenting that Duan Mingyuan could not attend the summit, except Saint Field VI, who was smiling as if he had won the lottery.

Just laugh.

There won't be any chance in the future anyway.

Fuling had no good feelings towards Saint Field and did not welcome his arrival.

The annual Life Sciences Summit is like a pilgrimage, and family is like rat shit, ruining this solemn atmosphere.

When the summit officially began, King Saintfield VI had to pretend to give a speech, and everyone in the venue had to pretend to applaud.

Fuling's complaints in her heart were interrupted by the sudden silence, and she happened to see the smile frozen on Saintfield VI's face - the old gentleman's eyes were wide open, as if he was about to die at any time.

Fuling followed her line of sight and saw a black vortex suddenly appear in the conference hall.

The sudden vortex tore through the space without causing much noise.

Then, a familiar figure walked out of the vortex.

He was wearing a white coat and looked a little uneasy.

Feeling everyone's gazes, he nodded to the people around him somewhat awkwardly, then strode towards the entrance of the venue, signed in on the electronic list, and then walked into the venue without looking back.

"Wait a minute!"

Fuling broke the silence and made the time that seemed to have stopped flow again.

She placed a hand on the man's shoulder.

She was well-informed, but she had never seen such a scene.

How can someone create a wormhole and then sign in to a meeting like nothing happened?
"haven't seen you for a long time."

Duan Mingyuan greeted Fuling stiffly.

"Don't you have anything to explain to me?"

Hearing this, the man in front of him sighed, "Your observation skills are still as sharp as ever. Now that you have seen through it, there is nothing I can do."

Duan Mingyuan lowered his voice and sincerely apologized, "This white coat is one size smaller, and I really can't find one that fits."

(End of this chapter)