Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 574: After so many years, I am still a young man

The controversy surrounding the "cultural relics" finally came to an end with John's withdrawal, but the lawsuit is not over.

The original team was transferred, and a new person in charge was brought in.

This time they seem to have learned their lesson. They neither contacted Chen to negotiate nor did they cause any trouble. They just focused on the lawsuit.

However, the Android version of the mobile phone assistant has been launched recently, and lawyer Fang Lang is trying to define the software as a "public welfare" tool.

However, on the 19th, it is unknown how much benefit Psion Company offered in private, but the Kowloon Magistrates' Court still ruled against Retrospective Technology.

They demanded retroactive monetary compensation, but did not agree to Psion's request for a "published apology."

Before the Peninsula Hotel's embarrassment, many Hong Kong media outlets might have sided with Psion.

However, they made a huge blunder and were branded as "ungrateful," which immediately drew ridicule from many Hong Kong media outlets.

Fang Lang naturally chose to appeal.

Hong Kong's court system is structured as follows: above the District Courts is the High Court, and above the High Court is the Court of Final Appeal.

The final judgment is determined by the ruling of the Court of Final Appeal.

The High Court has now accepted Fong Long's appeal and is analyzing the case, public opinion, and facts. They have also arranged for the two parties to hold private negotiations.

In fact, anyone with discerning eyes can see that the outcome of this lawsuit is no longer important; it has long been overshadowed by the phrase "Please return our cultural relics."

The headlines in Hong Kong and foreign media are now all saying, "Gifts are a pretense, debt collection is the real purpose; a century-long questioning, the robbers flee in disarray!"

The lawsuit appears to have entered a protracted phase, but in reality, it's just a tactic used by Psion to protect its reputation.

We can't just lose face in front of the whole world and then do nothing at all.

Throughout the process, Chen Zhe put in a lot of effort: social interactions, luring people into traps, reuniting the siblings... these were all the results of his planning, perhaps not perfect, or perhaps a bit coincidental.

Business competition is inherently volatile, requiring many decisive decisions to be made on short notice based on the current situation.

Of course, the complicated relationship between Rewind Technology and Psion won't end anytime soon; the next showdown may be on the battlefield of "mobile operating systems."

Android versus Symbian – this is a true "battle of wits, a matter of life and death," where the loser might just disappear from the face of the earth.

It's a pity that such a brilliant and meaningful battle can't be seen at all in China.

It's probably because the Kowloon Magistrates' Courts ruled against them. Even though they won in terms of momentum, losing the case doesn't sound good.

However, there is one thing to worry about: the leaders who are in charge will be fully aware of Chen Zhe's performance.

The same applies to Li Aoxu. Leaders who know his abilities will definitely have Li Aoxu's relevant experience on their desks.

This is the "fate" of this master forger:
Mr. Li Aoxu was deported from Hong Kong for allegedly engaging in illegal cultural relic production activities.

Of course, the word "expulsion" should be in quotation marks. This was also Li Aoxu's own wish. Besides, staying in Hong Kong would be dangerous, while it would be much safer on the mainland.

However, official reports must reflect the Hong Kong Island government's firm stance of "zero tolerance" for cultural relic crimes and its resolute commitment to safeguarding cultural heritage.

When Li Aoxu no longer had to live in fear and could enter the country through Luohu with ease, he looked at the ever-changing mainland and the motherland he longed for.

He lost control of his emotions again and burst into tears.

Chen Zhe couldn't help but sigh.

Those events of 92 are long gone. Mr. Li Aoxu's future lies in the capital, in the Forbidden City, and in the world of antiques and collectibles.

If all else fails, we can make something like "I Repair Cultural Relics in the Forbidden City," invite a few celebrities, and combine variety shows with cultural relics. That's sure to be entertaining.

Or wait for the "retrospective version of Douyin" to launch, then create a "Ao Xu Treasure Appraisal" account for him, and then there will be no need for "Qing Quan Treasure Appraisal" anymore.

In short, the siblings are now very grateful to Chen Zhe, who not only facilitated the family reunion but also used his connections to restore Li Aoxu's original name and identity.

Despite Chen's repeated insistence that he hadn't done anything wrong, and that he should thank the country in public opinion and the leaders like Director Gu and Director Zhang in private opinion, he still felt guilty.

I, Xiao Chen, just happened to know the situation and was just running an errand for you, passing on a message.

Why does Chen always make a group of friends wherever he goes?

Because he's awesome at doing things, and he can be a bit pretentious, but he doesn't actually pretend.

He attributes all the credit for things that have no real impact to others, speaks highly of the leader behind his back, and never hoards any profits, sharing them with everyone. Who wouldn't like a friend like that?
In short, the Li siblings had been inviting Chen Zhe to visit the capital, and Chen Zhe replied with a smile that he might go next month.

Chen Zhe also has a premonition that the cosplay competition next month may also bring an ultimate battle with Zheng Weizhong.

"I'm going home!"

Li Aoxu muttered to himself as he walked from the border crossing towards the airport.

"Mr. Chen, if there's nothing else, I'd like to go home for a visit." Ma Haijun said as he got off the high-speed train at Guangzhou East Station.

His youngest daughter had pharyngitis a while ago and was hospitalized for two days.

Ma Haijun was heartbroken, but he couldn't come back because of work, and he even developed mouth ulcers from worry.

"Go ahead, I'll give you two days off, take a good rest."

Chen waved his hand with a smile: "Me too... Holy crap, I think I don't have a home anymore!"

During the Mid-Autumn Festival "mini-battleground," Chen pretended to promise his parents that he would break up with Song Shiwei, and solemnly vowed that he would not go home if he could not keep his promise.

Therefore, Director Chen has no home.

……

I can't go home, and I don't want to go back to the company. I'm just too tired and want to rest.

Sweetie isn't at school again; she's been busy negotiating with Shen Ya and others from the "Limited-Time Brand Discount Website," and it's probably time to close the deal.

The cosplayer returned to the capital immediately after the Mid-Autumn Festival.

After thinking it over, Chen decided to take the bus to South China University of Technology.

I saw Da Huang a few times during the summer vacation, but I haven't seen him since school started. I wonder how this old friend is doing now.

When Chen arrived at South China University of Technology and met Huang Bohan, he found that Huang was still the same as before, so Chen was relieved.

Da Huang was very surprised to see his good friend. He was still in class and asked Chen to wait in the lecture hall.

Chen simply went in through the back door and sat down next to Huang Bohan.

There are only two girls in their class, so it's immediately noticeable if a girl is absent. But if there's one more or one less boy, how would the teacher know if he's in class?

"Didn't you say you were in Hong Kong? When did you come back?"

"Big Yellow asked in a low voice."

"just came back."

Chen casually fiddled with his ballpoint pen: "I thought it had been a long time since I'd been here, so I came over to sit for a while, soak up some of the youthful energy of college students, and reduce some of the grime of work."

"You came to see me as soon as you got back?"

Huang Bohan couldn't help but pat Chen on the shoulder, indicating that this was a very kind gesture.

Just like back in high school, Chen clearly didn't want to go to the bathroom, but he still accompanied Huang Bohan downstairs, with Huang patting his best friend on the shoulder.

"its not right."

A moment later, Huang Bohan suddenly realized: "If you want to immerse yourself in the atmosphere of university students, why not Sun Yat-sen University?"

"No."

Chen shook his head: "I'm already the vice president of the student union at that school, so I can no longer go deep into the community and listen to the voices of the students at the grassroots level."

"Damn! You're just pretending."

Huang Bohan spat, then rolled his eyes. After class, he didn't rush to the milk tea shop, but instead dragged Chen to play basketball.

Chen felt he wasn't getting enough exercise in Hong Kong, spending all his time in meetings and drinking tea. He wanted to work up a sweat, so he happily agreed.

Thus, Director Chen, who had been making headlines in Hong Kong, was utterly defeated on the basketball court by these unmarried Chinese laborers.

I don't care who you are, just eat my elbow first!
The worst part is that Huang Bohan was stirring things up by saying that the boy was from Sun Yat-sen University.

Sun Yat-sen University?
Then take another elbow strike from me!
Unless you admit that the best 985 university in Guangdong is South China University of Technology.

After playing for more than an hour, Chen, dragging his sweat-drenched body and arms covered in scratches, sat down on the sidelines.

Hey buddy!

The South China University of Technology student who had been the most aggressive on the court threw a can of iced Coke at Chen.

He probably wanted to express an apology, but the guy wasn't going to say it out loud, so he just kept it all in his iced cola.

Chen smiled and pulled off the aluminum ring, tilted his head back and gulped down a big mouthful. The icy-cold liquid exploded into thousands of tiny carbon dioxide bubbles on his tongue, flowing down his throat and into every cell. The smooth feeling was indescribable.

"When humans invented the pull tab on a soda can, they must have secretly sealed the entire Arctic winter inside."

Chen sighed with delight.

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