A night... indulgent...
Early the next morning, Yan Fei dropped his wife off and went to find Professor He.
Comrade Old He saw Yan Fei and imdiately pulled a long face. Even the pile of gifts Yan Fei brought didn’t soften his expression. "How long has it been since you ca to school? Are you even planning to attend anymore?"
Yan Fei casually handed over a freshly bought newspaper. "Take a look at what I’ve been up to!"
Professor He paused, startled. "Hah! This newspaper’s pretty high-level. Let see... This has nothing to do with you... this one doesn’t either... this one..."
The newspaper was not a local one—it was from the Capital—but you could still buy copies here.
After rifling through it for a while and finding nothing, Professor He got frustrated. "Just tell where it is. I can’t find it."
Yan Fei pointed to a corner. "This bit right here."
"Tsk... I thought it was sothing special. Turns out you just donated two pieces of equipnt?" Professor He skimd through the section and dismissed it. "If you had donated ten or twenty machines, then maybe the newspaper would’ve given you a full-page spread."
"What’s written there is surface-level stuff. The real contributions won’t be made public until a few years later," Yan Fei responded, feeling quite smug. "Anyway, this period of work wasn’t for nothing—I won’t list out all my accomplishnts here. I’m actually here to ask for your advice."
Upon hearing this, Professor He imdiately understood, nodded with a smile, and said, "Fine, I see you’ve done sothing proper for once. What’s up? Spill."
"I’m planning to recruit more people and set up another laboratory for drug research. What do you think?"
"Haven’t you pretty much figured it all out already? You need to help brainstorm where to find people, right?" Professor He correctly guessed Yan Fei’s underlying intention. "So what projects are you planning to work on?"
"One is for cancer treatnt, another is for conditions like angina and myocardial ischemia. And the last one... is about extending human lifespan..." Yan Fei hesitated slightly on the third point. He had just added it on a whim, inspired by a project being researched in the Dinosaur World Lab. He was ntioning it now as a way to prepare for the future.
"You..." Professor He was fairly composed when he heard the first two, but when Yan Fei ntioned the third, he almost choked.
The first two research topics were nothing surprising—plenty of labs and companies were already diving into such projects. Although current tech limitations might make any developed drugs less effective, as long as they had therapeutic benefits, there’d be a market. But the third one? That was harder to explain...
The problem with life-extension research in China is simple: ntion extending lifespan and people imdiately think of one thing—immortality!
Isn’t this the sort of obsession usually held by delusional old n who’ve lost their grip on reality? A kid like Yan Fei talking about researching life-extension drugs? Rural folks would say, "The boy hasn’t even grown enough hair yet, what’s he ssing around with longevity for?"
Yan Fei, however, hadn’t thought it through that far. His experintal lab was indeed conducting such research, so it didn’t hurt to talk about it. His priority now was: "Where should I go to recruit researchers for these projects?"
"Of course, the Traditional Chinese dicine University!" Professor He’s eyes widened. "You’re sitting right next to it, and you don’t even think about approaching them for drug research? What, were you planning to poach people from our own school?"
"Do you have any acquaintances there? Can you introduce , so I can reach out easily?" Yan Fei relaxed—having connections helped a lot. Since Professor He said getting people from TCM University could work, then it should definitely be worth trying.
"Why would you need acquaintances? Just go straight to their principal—I guarantee he’d roll out the welco mat for you!" Professor He rolled his eyes hard. "Co on, spit it out. What are you really here for?"
"I just got back—I thought I’d check in on you," Yan Fei chuckled.
"If you have sothing to say, say it quickly. If not, I’m leaving. In a good mood today, was planning to give so lectures to the students."
"Wait, wait, wait! How about this: since you’re not too busy usually, why don’t you help oversee my laboratory?" Yan Fei, sensing he was about to be chased out, didn’t waste any more ti. "Don’t rush to reject ! The lab can be built anywhere you want—whether it’s Sancha River or here—it’s totally up to you. What do you say?"
Sotis, you just had to throw it out there—what if Professor He actually agreed?
Though his field wasn’t perfectly aligned, with the old man’s connections and experience, Yan Fei wouldn’t need to do much himself. Just set up the lab and place the equipnt inside—that would be it. This wouldn’t just be recruiting soldiers, it’d be securing a general!
"You’ve got so nerve." Professor He tucked his folder under his arm and walked out the door. After a couple of steps, he paused. "Go focus on your own work for now. I’ll think about it and let you know later."
"Alright then." Yan Fei stood up and walked him out. "I’ll start by setting up the lab here. The one at ho doesn’t have enough people yet but has plenty of space—it can be expanded anyti. Just waiting on you!"
After leaving, Yan Fei went to his academic advisor to check in and extend his leave of absence...
Then, he hopped in his car and called Wang Lei: "Boss Wang, what’s keeping you busy these days?"
Wang Lei replied cheerfully, "Provincial City has tons of construction projects right now, and we snagged a few small jobs—been busy as hell!"
Wang Lei had been worried about being targeted by Young Master Fang’s people, but now that family was struggling to survive, he didn’t have to worry anymore. The Provincial City was booming, and his construction team was swamped—which naturally kept his spirits high.
Yan Fei grinned, "Congrats, congrats. Busy work ans you’re making money! I’m thinking about building another lab—do you have anyone who can spare their ti?"
"Absolutely, absolutely!" Wang Lei answered without hesitation. "Don’t worry, I’ll even send over the workers who’ve done this kind of project before—quality guaranteed. Just let know when you want to start, and I’m ready anyti."
No need for contracts or paperwork—his agreent was as crisp as it could get.
The reason was simple: paynt speed. For most projects, Wang Lei would have to front so costs, and collecting paynt afterward would often be troubleso. But Yan Fei’s projects were always prompt with paynts. Given this, even if other jobs got delayed, he’d still prioritize Yan Fei’s work.
Plus, the Provincial City had never lacked workers. With a population of over a hundred million in the province, there was no shortage of manpower. As long as there was a trustworthy employer who paid on ti, plenty of workers would be eager to join.
Seeing Wang Lei agree so readily, Yan Fei was pleased too. Since Wang Lei’s workers already had relevant experience, it saved him the trouble of finding replacents. "Co over when you get a chance; I’ll give you the blueprints, and we can discuss starting in the next few days."
As for the permits, Yan Fei wasn’t worried about running into obstacles anymore. Fang Family’s earlier misstep was a lesson to all—those who crossed him didn’t end well. Besides, he was only planning minor projects now, and apart from Young Master Fang, no one really had a reason to cause trouble.
After hanging up with Wang Lei, Yan Fei drove directly to the local police bureau.
As for the nouveau riche who’d put up a $200,000 bounty to catch the culprit, Yan Fei remained unforgettable. When he arrived, he didn’t even need to sign in; they let him drive straight in.
There wasn’t much to handle—just signing his na on a batch of docunts.
Then ca so follow-up matters. The Fang Family wanted to settle things privately, offering compensation to Teacher Yu to reduce Young Master Fang’s sentence during court proceedings.
But Yan Fei outright rejected the notion.
He genuinely didn’t need their dirty money, not to ntion that once a verdict was rendered, whether the Fang Family’s assets would still belong to them was anyone’s guess.
Right before leaving, the station told him another key detail: Boss White, who was still in the hospital, wanted to et him. Apparently, eting Yan Fei was part of Boss White’s deal to testify during the trial.
Yan Fei was puzzled—why did this guy want to see him? He was lucky enough to still be alive, and now he dared to make requests?
However, the staff at the station were quite earnest in their approach and hoped Yan Fei would cooperate. For the sake of the case proceeding smoothly, they asked for Boss Yan’s understanding.
Since they were being so sincere, Yan Fei couldn’t outright refuse too bluntly. Besides, he’d be picking up his wife later and had a gap in his schedule. Hearing that Boss White had been transferred to the TCM Hospital, which was conveniently on Yan Fei’s way, he figured he might as well go.
Boss White had been transferred to the TCM Hospital for "conservative treatnt" because he was initially assud to never regain consciousness. His family chose the hospital since it was closer to ho. Plus, with a mix of Traditional Chinese dicine and Western dicine, they figured there was no harm in trying everything—a "treat a dead horse like it’s still alive" approach. To their surprise, Boss White actually woke up here, which was a pleasant shock.
Arriving at the hospital, Yan Fei noticed there was even a young police officer stationed to keep an eye on Boss White, indicating they weren’t fully confident in him yet. Yan Fei exchanged greetings with the officer and pushed the door open...
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