Genius is just the threshold for me!

Chapter 322 Northwestern Polytechnical University, Zhang Zihua and Zhong Xi

A group of people walked out of the school gate and got into two business vehicles arranged by Xingdong Company. Since it was just after school and not yet rush hour, the vehicles arrived at Shuangliu Airport in less than forty minutes.

Two commercial vehicles, along with two security vehicles in front and behind, drove directly through the gate and parked next to a Gulfstream G650 aircraft whose boarding stairs had already been lowered.

As the group stepped off the car, the vast airport environment allowed the cold wind to blow directly at them without any obstruction, making them instinctively shrink their necks.

"Wow, it really is a private jet!"

Li Tao looked up at the Gulfstream G650 on the tarmac and couldn't help but exclaim, "Uncle Lin, that's awesome!"

"This is awesome! My first time experiencing a private jet!" Su Yue cheered and called to Li Tao to quickly board the plane.

"Lin Dong, this is how you're using Xingdong Company's resources—"

Huang Qingyao glanced at the civilian aircraft, which was only 30 meters long and had a wingspan of 30 meters—not even as large as the Ghost—and suddenly thought of something. She turned to look at Lin Dong, who was with Xu Qingling, and asked, "Won't there be any trouble with the financial audit at Xingdong Company?"

"Benefits for the top three shareholders and technical advisors —"

Lin Dong simply explained that company financial audits must be conducted under the company's rules and regulations; it's not that if there's a problem, then there's a problem.

Most large corporations offer a range of resources and benefits to their senior executives.

Depending on the rules and regulations, these resources and benefits can also be transferred to spouses and immediate family members.

Although Lin Weiliang spent most of his time at the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) base and never worked a single day at Xingdong Company, as Xingdong Company's technical advisor and one of its top three shareholders, he still received all the resources and benefits he was entitled to.

"The benefits of capitalists are so enviable!" Huang Qingyao said with an eye-opening expression, pulling Xu Qingling along to board the plane.

But as soon as she stepped through the cabin door, the golden decor that greeted her dazzled her.

"Lin Dong calls this—desert style?"

Looking at Li Tao, Su Yue, Zhang Yihao, Jiang Caiping, and the others who had come up earlier and were equally surprised, Huang Qingyao couldn't help but ask Xu Qingling, "Is the desert he's talking about a little different from the desert I understand?"

Good guy.

Lin Dong had mentioned a desert-style private jet, and she had assumed it was from the deserts of Northwest China, but she never expected it to be from the deserts of the Middle East.

"It's a desert camel—"

Xu Qingling explained with a light laugh, "My uncle said that this is a prince from Camel, who specially gifted this airplane to Xingdong Company to thank them for their support of their aerial photography business."

"It's over!"

"You're now referring to Lin Dong's relatives without any subject in the sentence—"

Huang Qingyao let out a sorrowful cry, then looked at Lin Dong, who was walking in from behind: "Mr. Lin, let's have an interview. You're so young and already facing the troubles of money. What are your thoughts and wishes?"

"What are your wishes and thoughts?"

Lin Dong glanced at Huang Qingyao and calmly said, "Earth is too small. How about I go see the universe?"

"Is the Earth too small?"

Huang Qingyao widened her eyes, rolled them, and said, "Can you stop bragging?"

"Hurry up and find a seat, fasten your seatbelt, we're about to take off—" Lin Dong didn't bother arguing with this drama queen and led Xu Qingling to a seat.

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Huang Qingyao looked at the three pairs of people sitting in the spacious cabin, remained silent for half a second, took out her phone to take a picture of the cabin decorations, found a seat, turned on airplane mode, and reconnected to the in-flight WiFi.

[Huang Qingyao]: Heading off to Northwestern Polytechnical University in a desert-themed private jet.

[Huang Qingyao]: Interior view of a civil aircraft cabin.jpg

[Xia Ran]: It's quite spacious; one seat is equivalent to eight seats on a commercial airliner.

[Huang Qingyao]: I mean, the person you have a crush on already owns a private jet.

[Xia Ran]: Enough money to live on is enough. Those of us who grew up in military-industrial, classified units have our basic needs met, and I've never seen anyone with a strong desire for money.

[Xia Ran]: Yao Yao, you came to chat with me on the plane by yourself, right? — Sigh, it seems that private jets aren't so good. The space is too spacious, which makes me feel empty inside, especially when everyone else is with me and I'm all alone.

Huang Qingyao looked at Xia Ran's reply, gritted her teeth, typed a line, but quickly deleted it, and finally replied with a message.

[Huang Qingyao]: You're ruthless!

[Xia Ran]: Who told you to be unhappy eating dog food all by yourself every day, so you came over to tease me.

[Xia Ran]: Our winter break officially starts on the 18th, but the 16th and 17th are Saturday and Sunday. We can go home at noon after class tomorrow morning.

[Huang Qingyao]: Then come to Xi'an, we'll stay here for two days and then go back together.

[Xia Ran]: Okay, I'm going to read now. You can eat your dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

It only takes an hour to fly from Chengdu to Xi'an.

Lin Dong and his group ate something simple on the plane, and at 6:50 p.m., the plane landed at Xi'an Airport.

The filming crew from Channel 1 and vehicles from Xingdong Company were already waiting outside for the past two days.

As soon as Lin Dong and his group stepped out of the airport, a director and reporter from the filming crew, wearing a name tag and named Chen Hua, rushed up to them and extended his hand, saying, "Hello, Lin Dong, thank you for coming to help with this matter—"

As a filming director and reporter for Channel One, he participated in this report on the J-20 fighter jet and must have gained an understanding of the identities of the relevant personnel.

They didn't underestimate Lin Dong, the high school student who was leading the group, at all, after all, he was someone they had eaten family dinners with in the past and the heir of Xingdong Company.

Lin Dong glanced at the camera that was on, realizing that this scene would be used as part of the footage, and immediately smiled and said, "Director Chen, you're too kind. As friends who grew up together, Uncle Zhang is an elder we've respected since childhood. We've witnessed all of this since we were little, and we're just here today to keep you company."

"Companionship — it is about companionship."

Director Chen nodded silently upon hearing this, then stepped aside and said, "Let's go to Northwestern Polytechnical University now and tell Zhang this news that's been five years in the making—"

"it is good."

Lin Dong nodded and beckoned Xu Qingling and the others to get in the car. The group then headed to Northwestern Polytechnical University, 60 kilometers away.

Northwestern Polytechnical University, Chang'an Campus.

At 6:50, close to the 7 o'clock evening class, Zhang Zihua and several roommates walked into the classroom with their books.

I just went in and haven't found a seat yet.

A girl in the third row, wearing glasses, with delicate features but not very tall, and with lively eyes, suddenly raised her hand and waved at him, ignoring the teasing looks from her roommate next to her.

"Zhang Zihua, come sit here!"

"Zhong Xi, is something the matter?" Zhang Zihua turned around and asked in silence.

"I have a question I'd like to ask you—" Zhong Xi pointed to the seats next to them.

"Zihua, go, let's go together—"

A hint of hesitation flashed in Zhang Zihua's eyes, but before he could find a reason to refuse, his roommates, full of youthful enthusiasm, pulled him over.

As soon as they sat down, they left Zhang Zihua aside and the three of them started chatting with Zhong Xi's roommates.

"How should we understand this problem?" Zhong Xi waited for Zhang Zihua to sit down, then handed him a draft paper with the question written on it.

"A sophomore elective course, problems in vector analysis and field theory —"

Zhang Zihua glanced at it, thought for a moment, picked up a pen and wrote down the titles of three books and their corresponding chapters: "After you finish reading these chapters, you'll be able to understand it."

"Thanks."

Zhong Xi glanced at the draft paper carefully, then put it away. She looked at Zhang Zihua happily and asked, "Winter break starts tomorrow after class. How about we buy some snacks and drinks after class tonight, and find a place for a get-together?"

Hu Zhongxi's words fell.

Her roommates rolled their eyes in exasperation, while Zhang Zihua's three roommates looked over with expectant eyes.

"I want to see the professor after class and ask him a few questions."

Zhang Zihua paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "You guys go."

"Zihua, no!"

In an instant, Zhang Zihua's three roommates couldn't help but cry out in grief.

"Then I won't go."

Zhong Xi didn't mind at all. Instead, she asked happily, "How did you learn? I thought it was amazing that I was 17 and going to university. You're even younger than me, and you've been in school for a semester, and your course progress is faster than mine."

"Read more books, think more, and ask questions if you don't understand," Zhang Zihua replied succinctly.

"That's it? Looks like it's a talent issue; I'm still too incompetent—"

Zhong Xi nodded in conclusion, then looked at Zhang Zihua's profile and asked with a smile, "Are you going back as soon as you have a holiday?"

"We'll see, I'll stay for a while."

Zhang Zihua replied briefly, and before Zhong Xi could continue the conversation, he cut off the topic: "The professor is here, class is starting."

"All right."

Zhong Xi pouted, composed herself, opened her book, took out her pen, and began to listen attentively to the lesson.

At 8 p.m., after covering the main course content, the professor began answering students' questions.

However, after answering a few questions, a message suddenly popped up on the professor's phone on his lectern.

"Zihua!"

Upon seeing this message, the professor immediately adjusted his glasses, waved to Zhang Zihua, and said with a friendly smile, "Your elementary school classmate is here to see you—"

Primary school classmate?

Lin Dong, Zhang Yihao, and the others?

Zhang Zihua paused for a moment, then subconsciously touched his pocket, wanting to ask what was wrong, but realized he hadn't brought his phone to class at all.

"Let's go over there, over by the small auditorium—"

The professor walked over and patted Zhang Zihua on the shoulder, his tone tinged with concern, and said softly, "This is something I'm late for in telling you."

Something that's late?

Zhang Zihua's eyes widened in surprise. He looked up at the professor, and the next moment he seemed to understand something. He suddenly stood up, squeezed out of the seats, and then ran out of the classroom like a madman.

"Hey! Zhang Zihua!"

Seeing this, Zhong Xi immediately called out in concern.

But seeing that Zhang Zihua didn't stop at all, he immediately looked at the professor and asked, "Professor, can we go over there?"

Almost all the professors in the aeronautics department at Northwestern Polytechnical University are military-level classified personnel.

He naturally knew that the J-20 project had been unblocked today, and also the purpose of tonight's arrangements. Hearing Zhong Xi's concerned inquiry, he immediately smiled and said, "You're friends, you can go and take a look, but there might be some confidentiality procedures afterwards that will cause some trouble—"

"Thank you, Professor!"

Zhong Xi stood up immediately before the professor could finish speaking and quickly chased after him.

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The professor smiled at this impulsive youthful scene, reached out to stop the other students who were mostly just curious and wanted to follow along, and continued with the question-and-answer session.

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