Genius is just the threshold for me!

Time flies, and the new school year is just around the corner.

On Wednesday, September 2nd, at noon, Chengdu was still sweltering in September. In the corridor of Shishi High School, several potted green ivy plants were placed on the windowsill, their leaves shimmering in the afternoon sun.

Before afternoon classes, Lin Dong and Xu Qingling arrived at Shishi High School and walked towards the teachers' office with their leave slips in hand.

"Dongdong, do we really need to ask for leave like this?"

Xu Qingling looked at the leave slip that said "attending the military parade." Even though Lin Dong had told her yesterday to write a leave request like that, she still felt that the reason was too outrageous.

"What's there to be afraid of? I've already brought the invitation."

Lin Dong calmly said, "If the teacher doesn't believe me, just take it out and show it to him."

Although this might seem a bit high-profile, he was never low-profile at school. Sometimes his uncle would come to pick him up, and the car would just drop him off at the school gate.

In addition, he had a three-year puppy love relationship with Xu Qingling, a beautiful girl who consistently ranked among the top students in the grade and was also the class monitor.

He doesn't fight, and he doesn't flaunt his wealth.

But he was definitely a troublemaker in the eyes of teachers and a big shot in the eyes of his classmates.

However, compared to what he does behind the scenes, his "high profile" at school is nothing compared to what he does behind the scenes.

This kind of secretive behavior when attending a ceremony is completely inconsistent with his psychological profile at school.

"Xu Qingling, Lin Dong!"

After chatting for a few minutes, the two walked to the teachers' office.

Peng Rui, the new high school homeroom teacher, a 27-year-old young man, saw the two enter and asked curiously, "What are you two doing here?"

"Teacher, we need to ask for a few days off." Lin Dong walked up and handed over the leave slip.

"Why did you two ask for leave?"

Peng Rui didn't look at the leave request. He put down his pen and looked at Xu Qingling and Lin Dong seriously.

This student, who ranked ninth in the Chengdu middle school entrance exam, is on his way to Tsinghua and Peking Universities if he maintains his current level.

He already knew the class assignments before school even started and when he received the class list.

It just so happened that he knew Zhuo Shanshan, Lin Dong's junior high school homeroom teacher, so he called her immediately. But the information he received left him completely dumbfounded.

Because of Lin Dong's family background, Zhuo Shanshan dared not reveal it casually. At this time, she only knew that the two of them were the children of senior engineers at Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group.

At the same time, it was also known that Xu Qingling had been the class monitor for three years, but had also been in a relationship for three years with a boy whose grades were consistently average and who had no interest in studying...

"Teacher, the reason for the leave is written on the leave slip," Xu Qingling said somewhat embarrassedly as she placed the leave slip on the table.

"Let me see..."

Peng Rui took the leave slip, glanced at it, and his expression froze. His eyes twitched involuntarily, and he looked up with a suspicious look in his eyes: "Lin Dong, Xu Qingling, your reason..."

"Teacher, this is an invitation."

Lin Dong took out the invitation and politely handed it over.

"..."

Peng Rui looked at the national emblem, photo, and red seal on the invitation letter, and his expression suddenly fell silent. After pausing for two seconds, he picked up the pen and quickly signed his name and the date on the leave application.

"be safe."

Peng Rui returned the leave slips to the two of them, giving them a bewildered and complicated explanation.

"Thank you, teacher."

Lin Dong and Xu Qingling responded politely and turned to leave the office.

The sound of their footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor. Peng Rui stared at the empty floor by the door, took a deep breath, and took out his phone to call Zhuo Shanshan.

"Hello, Teacher Peng, what's wrong?" Zhuo Shanshan answered the phone and asked curiously.

"Teacher Zhuo, what's the situation with Lin Dong and Xu Qingling who were promoted?" Peng Rui asked, still somewhat confused.

"Lin Dong and Qingling?"

Zhuo Shanshan paused, then exclaimed in surprise, "Didn't I say their situation was a bit complicated, and that as long as their grades were stable, we didn't need to worry about them...? You contacted their parents?"

"No, I'm just worried they'll contact my parents..."

Peng Rui remained silent for a moment before saying, "They asked me for leave today. They have an invitation to the military parade and say they want to attend the ceremony."

"..."

Zhuo Shanshan was silent for a moment before replying, "You didn't approve it?"

"How could I dare not approve it?"

Peng Rui said with a headache, "These are extraordinary people, they're hard to manage."

"They're both pretty well-behaved and don't cause trouble..." Zhuo Shanshan said with a smile.

"I hope so."

Peng Rui sighed, glanced at the date, and said, "Teacher Zhuo, tomorrow is Victory Day, so there's no need to prepare lessons. I'll treat you to dinner after get off work today to thank you for the information."

"This...is that necessary?" Zhuo Shanshan hesitated for a moment.

"How can I not repay your life-saving grace? It's settled then. I'll contact you after get off work," Peng Rui quickly replied.

"Alright then..."

Hearing this, Zhuo Shanshan didn't refuse anymore and nodded, saying, "I'll contact you after get off work."

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Lin Dong and his companion asked for leave, and left the school with a backpack. Just as they reached the gate of the high school section, they heard the voice of Zhang Fangxu, Lin Dong's uncle.

"Xiao Dong, Qing Ling, over here..."

Lin Dong looked in the direction of the sound and saw two black SUVs, a special commercial vehicle, and his uncle Zhang Fangxu, who was wearing a gray polo shirt and casual shorts and standing by the roadside smoking.

"Uncle."

Lin Dong looked at his uncle, who was already thirty but looked younger and younger, and walked over to tease him, "You're getting younger and younger, when are you going to find a younger aunt?"

"uncle."

Xu Qingling walked over and whispered a name to Lin Dong.

"I've looked for it."

Knowing that Lin Dong and his companion disliked the smell of smoke, Zhang Fangxu extinguished his cigarette, rinsed his mouth with water, chewed a piece of gum, and said helplessly, "Uncle, I've dated three people in the past two years."

"Oh, what happened next?"

Lin Dong's eyes lit up.

He remembered that in his previous life, his uncle had been a beast of burden for many years, and he had probably found a wife this year.

In less than two years, she became unemployed and started her own business, then went bankrupt, became unemployed, and got divorced. She never looked for another man after that. A few years later, she brought home a son from somewhere.

But in this life, having become the CEO of Xingdong Company, his past life experience has definitely changed.

"What happened next? The next thing was that we made four and a half million."

Zhang Fangxu calmly said, "This is the first time I've used company money to give myself a bonus, and I don't even have to pay taxes."

"this……"

Xu Qingling opened her eyes wide and instantly understood what was going on.

"..."

Lin Dong's lips twitched, and he gave a thumbs up, saying, "Uncle is awesome."

"I don't want to think about this right now."

Zhang Fangxu shook his head: "Just skip the wedding in a couple of years, give your grandparents two grandsons and let them be happy."

"That works too. Uncle can just let it go." Lin Dong smiled and expressed his approval of Zhang Fangxu's plan.

Given Xingdong Company's current size, it's not suitable to marry someone of equal social standing, such as the younger generation of regional or higher-level leaders, because Xingdong Company wants to maintain neutrality.

As for private entrepreneurs, the first generation is old, and the second generation is too frivolous, which is also not acceptable.

If it's not a good match in terms of social standing and not for money, then either the person has too much of a spy background, or they can't adapt to my uncle's current life and work.

As for those who come for the money, that's even less meaningful...

"Get in the car, we're heading to the airport."

Zhang Fangxu chatted with Lin Dong for a few minutes, and after the smell of smoke on his clothes had mostly dissipated, he invited Lin Dong and Lin Dong to get in the car.

The group got into the car, which included the driver and two assistants.

Zhang Fangxu had Lin Dong and the other man sit in the second row, while he took his phone and went to the back row, making calls with his assistant in both Chinese and English, occasionally throwing in a desert swear word.

Upon arriving at the airport, the three cars drove directly through the gate and finally stopped in front of a Gulfstream G650 aircraft.

Heat waves rose from the concrete ground of the tarmac, the white fuselage of the aircraft was dazzling in the sunlight, and the dark glass of the portholes reflected the outline of the control tower in the distance.

"Request permission from the control tower to skip the queue and get priority processing."

Zhang Fangxu got out of the car and instructed one of his tall, upright assistants, "The desert representatives are here to watch the parade. I have something to discuss with them tonight..."

"Yes, Mr. Zhang."

The assistant responded and took out his phone to notify the person in charge.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Wang from Dizi knows you went there today and would like to invite you to dinner." At this moment, another assistant walked over and reported quietly.

"Let's talk about it after the ceremony tomorrow. I'm having dinner with Xiaodong and the others tonight."

Zhang Fangxu shook his head and led Lin Dong and the other man up the ladder to the plane. At the same time, he did not forget to introduce, "Last year when we were negotiating their science fiction city construction, a prince from the desert gave us this plane."

Originally, the custom-made aircraft would have taken several years to deliver, but when the desert found out, they sent them a newly delivered one directly…

As Lin Dong listened to Zhang Fangxu's introduction, he led Xu Qingling into the cabin.

Upon seeing the spacious living area, filled with precious solid wood, gold, and gemstones, and decorated in an exotic style, he nodded strangely, "I see, it has a desert feel to it..."

"Uncle, is there something wrong with this plane?"

Looking at the extravagant decorations, Xu Qingling suddenly thought of something and turned her head to ask.

"They dare not send anything with problems."

Zhang Fangxu shook his head: "But when the plane arrived, I had Xiao Dong's dad arrange for a comprehensive inspection, from the flight control system to the hardware. We didn't hire any pilots from the market; we directly recruited two recently retired pilots."

talking.

Zhang Fangxu patted Lin Dong on the shoulder and said affectionately, "Your dad is being closely watched by spies, and you might be implicated too."

In the future, if you and Qingling want to go somewhere, just tell your uncle and I'll arrange a private flight for you.

Military aircraft are just awful in terms of comfort; I'd never want to fly on one a second time… But you can only fly on them domestically. Given your dad's situation, I wouldn't dare take you abroad.”

"it is good."

Lin Dong smiled and said that the poor comfort of military aircraft was not a big deal. The main thing was that his current situation had not yet been exposed, and traveling by military aircraft would be too conspicuous.

Civil aviation personnel are diverse and the risk factor is high.

Hiding on Xingdong Company's private plane is a rather suitable solution.

Compared to private jets, military aircraft have the advantage of better security and a certain combat capability, allowing them to evade missiles.

However, he did not expose himself. When he went out, he only needed to guard against accidents and sweet talk, and he did not need to keep it a secret.

As for missiles... as long as they don't go abroad, no one has ever been able to shoot down an airplane with a missile within the country.