Rejecting Tsinghua and Peking Universities: I Will Lead Harbin Institute of Technology to World Lead

The group, traveling in several luxury cars, drove in a grand procession towards the Tianyue Club, located in the heart of Shanghai.

The car stopped in front of a building with an understated exterior but an extremely luxurious interior.

The huge bronze signboard gleamed with a dark golden luster under the lights, and doormen in tailcoats stood in front of the door, their posture impeccable.

Welcome!

The doorman respectfully opened the car door and greeted the driver.

The group nodded and entered the hall. Even Xu Jia and his friends, who were used to luxury, couldn't help but let out a low gasp of amazement.

The interior space is extremely spacious, with a dazzling crystal chandelier that is nearly ten meters high. The walls are decorated with gold leaf and imported marble, and the floor is covered with hand-woven Persian carpets.

The air was filled with a delicate fragrance and the rich aroma of cigars.

The well-dressed guests chatted in twos and threes, their manners elegant; they were clearly wealthy and influential.

"Sir, do you have a membership card?" A manager dressed in a cheongsam, with an outstanding demeanor, greeted him with a gentle voice.

"No, he's new here, what should we do?" Xu Jia asked directly.

"This club operates on an invitation-only membership system. First-time visitors need to register for a basic membership with a minimum deposit of one million RMB. The deposited amount can be used for all purchases within the club and will entitle you to the corresponding level of service," the manager explained with a smile, his tone calm, as if he were only talking about one hundred RMB.

"One million? No problem!" Xu Jia didn't even blink, pulling out his black card. "Get it done right now!"

Upon hearing this, the manager respectfully accepted the card.

A few minutes later, the formalities were completed, and a black membership card inlaid with tiny diamonds was handed to Xu Jia.

"Mr. Xu, this is your membership card. Please keep it safe. The club features a Michelin-starred restaurant, a top-notch cigar bar, a wine cellar, a private cinema, a heated swimming pool, a spa, and... an indoor shooting range."

The manager's last words instantly captivated Xu Jia and his friends.

"A shooting range?! There are live guns here?" a boy named Wang Hao asked excitedly.

"Yes, we have a legal and compliant indoor shooting range that offers a variety of safely modified firearms for the shooting experience, with one-on-one instruction from professional instructors," the manager confirmed.

"Great! Brother Lin, shall we go have some fun? You've probably never done this before, right?" Xu Jia turned to Lin Feng, eager to try.

Lin Feng simply smiled.

Real guns? To him, they were as familiar as breathing.

However, seeing how excited Xu Jia and the others were, Lin Feng didn't want to spoil the fun.

"You guys go have fun, Brother Zhao and I will just look around," Lin Feng said calmly.

He knew that Xu Jia understood his personality and that he didn't like to hang out with too many unfamiliar people.

"How can that be! Brother Lin, come with me, just to keep me company! Whether we have fun or not is another matter!" Xu Jia refused, stepping forward to put her arm around Lin Feng's shoulder. "We'll have dinner here tonight, and after dinner I'll take you to experience the real nightlife of Shanghai!"

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly: "Okay, I'll go to the shooting range with you. But forget about the nightlife, I'll go back after dinner."

"Alright! Let's go!" Xu Jia immediately beamed.

Guided by the waiters, the group walked through several thickly carpeted corridors and arrived at an area with heavy bulletproof glass doors.

Behind the door is the indoor shooting range of Tianyue Club.

The firing range was larger than I had imagined, brightly lit, and divided into several separate firing compartments.

The gun rack is neatly arranged with a variety of firearms: from classic Glock pistols and M4 carbines to rare AWP sniper rifles, and even a model of a light machine gun.

Of course, all the guns have undergone rigorous safety modifications and use specially made low-power training ammunition.

"Wow! It's real!" Xu Jia's friends exclaimed excitedly, their eyes shining.

China's strict gun control makes live ammunition a deadly attraction for ordinary people.

A muscular coach wearing a tactical vest came up to greet them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Tianyue Shooting Range. We provide professional shooting instruction and safety guarantees. The cost of ammunition varies from 500 to 5,000 yuan per round, depending on the type of firearm."

"Five hundred to five thousand... in one shot?!" Xu Jia's friend exclaimed in shock.

This price is outrageous! In shooting clubs in mountainous cities or some second- or third-tier cities, the most expensive bullets cost only a few hundred yuan per shot.

"Yes, sir." The coach smiled professionally and spoke calmly. "Our club uses top-of-the-line imported training ammunition, ensuring a level of safety and experience that is unmatched by ordinary clubs. This includes facility maintenance, professional coaches, and insurance."

"Wow, that's way too expensive!" Xu Jia couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. "When I was in Chongqing, the most expensive sniper rifle bullets were only 800 yuan a round. Yours is several times that price!"

He made these casual remarks as a complaint, and his voice wasn't loud.

But it was overheard by a few young men who had just finished shooting in the next cubicle and were coming out.

These men were also dressed smartly and had an arrogant demeanor; they were clearly spoiled brats from Shanghai.

The leader was a tall, thin young man with dyed gray hair and an earring. Upon hearing this, a sneer immediately curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Heh, where did this country bumpkin come from? If you don't have money to play, don't come in and embarrass yourself."

A companion next to him, wearing a floral shirt, immediately chimed in: "Exactly! How can you guys from your backwater compare to the cost of living in Shanghai? If you can't afford it, get out!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it came through clearly, filled with condescending disdain.

The atmosphere on Xu Jia's side instantly froze.

His friends blushed, both ashamed and angry.

Xu Jia's face darkened, and a cold anger flashed in his usually smiling eyes.

When has Young Master Xu ever been treated like this? Especially in front of his best friend!

Lin Feng stood aside, watching the arrogant manner of the other group, and then looking at Xu Jia's face, which darkened instantly. He sighed inwardly.

Trouble.

Based on his understanding of Xu Jia, this fat man was usually carefree and jovial, but deep down he was extremely proud and concerned about his image, especially in front of his friends.

He absolutely cannot tolerate being mocked to his face as a "country bumpkin" or "poor".

really.

Xu Jia slowly turned around, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the gray-haired youth and his companions.

"Which idiot was farting just now?" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a roguish and ruthless quality unique to a Chongqing native.

The gray-haired youth and his companions were clearly taken aback by Xu Jia's direct retort and were momentarily stunned.

Immediately, the gray-haired youth sneered, took two steps forward, and sized Xu Jia up and down: "I'm talking about you, you country bumpkin. What, you're not happy about it?"

"Convinced?" Xu Jia grinned, but his smile was devoid of warmth. "You bunch of ugly ducklings, you think you can convince me?"

He pointed to the firing range: "Enough with the nonsense. Since you think I can't handle this, how about we have a match?"

"Compare what?" The gray-haired youth raised an eyebrow.

"Let's have a target practice competition!" Xu Jia said proudly. "Ten bullets each, using the same type of gun, and we'll see who gets the highest total score! Whoever loses has to pay for everything the other person spends at the club today! Dare to take it?"

The stakes are incredibly high!

It's not just about the cost of bullets; it's about the loser having to cover all the winner's expenses at the club today!

The gray-haired youth and his companion exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with surprise, which quickly turned into mockery and greed.

Seeing that Xu Jia and his group looked unfamiliar and didn't speak with a local accent, they assumed they were nouveau riche from out of town and intended to humiliate them for a bit of fun.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only dared to talk back, but also dared to make such a high-stakes bet!

In their view, Xu Jia was simply putting on a brave face and inviting humiliation.

"Hahaha, interesting!" the gray-haired youth laughed loudly. "When a fat sheep is delivered to your door, why not slaughter it?"

He looked at Xu Jia with disdain: "Let's do it your way! But just paying the bill is too boring. Let's add another clause: the loser has to kneel down and call the other person 'grandpa,' admitting they're a country bumpkin. How about that?"

These words are a blatant insult.

Xu Jia's friends were so angry they were trembling.

Xu Jia's face turned completely cold, and his eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Fine! We'll do it your way! Anyone who goes back on their word is a son of a bitch!" He said each word with absolute certainty.

"Xu Jia..." A girl named Zhang Wei next to him tugged at his sleeve worriedly.

Xu Jia patted the back of her hand, indicating that she could rest assured.

He looked at Lin Feng, his eyes questioning.

Lin Feng watched the conflict calmly from beginning to end.

At that moment, he nodded slightly to Xu Jia.

Since they're taking advantage of our kindness, there's no need to be polite.

As for winning or losing...