Chapter 37: Idiot? Genius!

  Qian Dabing, you're on your own!

  Qin Lang secretly shook his head, and he didn't expose Qian Dabing's idea. In his opinion, this was a petty move, using it to threaten was okay, but actually putting it into action was unnecessary. Dealing with Qian Dabing, such a clown, didn't require such a despicable trick.

  Moreover, the "business card" of this Director Ma is now readily available, just like a magic sword, Qian Dabing will not dare to do anything to him if he still wants to keep his rice bowl and continue to mix in the education system.

  "Hmm, this chair's elasticity isn't bad."

  Director Ma didn't know there was a trick under the cushion. He sat down with a plop, and found that the chair sank slightly but then bounced back up, steadily supporting his body. The elasticity was even better than ordinary springs, giving a sense of solidity, as if he were sitting on someone's lap. He couldn't help but lean back against the backrest and rock gently, feeling extremely satisfied with the comfort of the chair.

  The director was pleased, but poor Qian Dabing who was hiding under the chair.

  Qian Dabing didn't know the chair leg was broken at first, and by the time Qin Lang reminded him, it was too late to back out. If Director Ma hadn't sat on this chair, although Qian would have been a bit embarrassed, nothing serious would have happened. But now, as luck would have it, the director had sat down on this very chair, so...

  Under the chair, Qian Dabing's face was already red with suffocation. The kneeling position, for this seven-foot-tall man who had already walked out of the Qing dynasty Han slave era, not only had no experience but also could not maintain it for a long time. Moreover, he sat on a chair for adults, and what made him even more unlucky was that the legs of the chair were broken.

  The chair with a broken leg can't hold anyone, and once the chair falls over, Qian Dabing will be completely exposed under the eyes of Director Zhang. He doesn't have the guts to face Director Zhang, so he has no choice but to rely on his body to prop up the entire chair and support the weight of the person sitting in it.

  Damn it, can't you stop shaking? I'm not a wooden horse! Qian Dabing silently screamed in his heart. Unfortunately, Director Ma couldn't hear his silent scream and continued to shake with relish. So Qian Dabing could only endure the pain of his waist almost being crushed, forcing himself to hold on, with only one thought in his mind: hoping that Director Ma would quickly finish examining that idiot and get up and leave soon.

  "First, let me test your ability to recite from memory." Director Ma opened up "Jin Pin Mei", randomly flipped to a page and smiled: "You just recite the sixth chapter 'He Jiu receives bribes and conceals it from heaven, Wang Po helps with trivial matters on a rainy day' for me to hear."

  Qin Lang didn't say another word and recited the entire sixth chapter of "Jin Ping Mei" from memory.

  He spoke at a moderate pace, his voice clear and crisp, with even a certain rhythm to it. Director Ma listened intently, nodding his head and relaxing his brow.

  When Qin Lang recited the last word, Director Ma couldn't help but applaud and said: "Good, not a single mistake! With your memory, you're also a rare talent."

  "Director Ma hasn't even read the book, but he knows I've memorized it word for word. It's clear that he's also familiar with it. As soon as he speaks, we're on the same wavelength." Qin Lang unceremoniously accepted the praise and returned a compliment.

  As expected, Director Ma burst out laughing upon hearing this, pointing at Qin Lang with his finger while chuckling: "You little rascal, you're really interesting, truly interesting."

  People around him, unconsciously compared themselves with Qin Lang, but they had to admit that this young-looking student knew better how to deal with leaders and scratch their itchy spots without being arrogant or humble.

  They all think that if this kid doesn't get into officialdom, it's a real pity.

  Qin Lang glanced at the cloth around Director Ma's chair and saw that the shaking was getting bigger and bigger. He smiled with narrowed eyes, thinking: You've always called me Qin Big Fool, haven't you, Qian Dabing? I'd like to see who's the fool now. Heh, I won't expose you, let's just see how long you can keep kneeling.

  Thinking so, he deliberately opened his mouth and said, "It's meaningless to read it this way."

  "Oh? How can carrying it be interesting?" Director Ma asked curiously.

  "Of course, recite it backwards." Qin Lang said.

  Director Ma was taken aback and looked Qin Lang up and down, "Young fellow, don't talk big, not many people can do it even if they turn their back on it."

  "Ordinary people can't, but geniuses like us are fine." Qin Lang said matter-of-factly.

  Magistrate Ma was delighted and nodded: "Alright, you can recite it backwards. If you recite well, there will be a reward."

  As he spoke, he beckoned to one of his attendants from the Board of Education, "Bring me my briefcase."

  That man was Director Ma's secretary and hastily handed over the document package upon hearing this.

  Director Ma took out a pen from his bag, "This pen was given to me by Governor Wang. If you can recite it fluently, I will give this pen to you."

  First was a business card, then a gift pen, and it was Governor Wang who gave out the pen. This is equivalent to establishing an implicit connection with Governor Wang, and whoever sees it on the spot will be envious.

  They are all thinking, what kind of good luck this kid has encountered.

  Of course, they all saw that Director Ma and Governor Wang were not in a normal relationship. Otherwise, how could he dare to easily give away the things given by the governor?

  Even Zhang Zhiqiang, who had always been nervous and uneasy, was now jealous and regretful. If he had known that Director Ma favored this student so much, he would have put on a smiling face no matter what. Now it's too late, not only did he fail to ingratiate himself with the director, but he also offended Wang Sheng, whom he had never met.

  Time to make up for it! This thought emerged, and Zhang Zhiqiang immediately began to dig into his pockets. Unfortunately, all he had in his pockets was a wallet and a mobile phone.

  In his haste, he could only feel for his wallet, pull out a stack of 100-yuan bills, slap them on the table and laugh: "I'll also follow the director's elegant hobby, if you can recite it backwards, this money will be your reward."

  Director Ma frowned, Zhang Zhiqiang's behavior in his eyes was simply the most vulgar. He rewarded with his pen, that was elegant, Zhang Zhiqiang rewarded with money, that was disappointing.

  "Principal Zhang seems to be quite wealthy." Director Ma nodded, "It's good, scholars have always been poor, and they need to rely on the support of local tyrants like Principal Zhang."

  Principal Zhang realized the Director's sarcastic intention, his face turned red, he wanted to take back the money but didn't dare to, and for a moment he was at a loss.

  The people around him were desperately holding back their laughter, and from now on, Principal Zhang's head would probably have to bear the title of "tycoon".

  "Go ahead, let me witness the extraordinaryness of a genius." Director Ma put down the pen in his hand on the table, far away from that money, and smiled at Qin Lang.

  Qin Lang didn't hold back and started reciting it backwards.

  It's really not something that ordinary people can do. Although there is a common saying "recite backwards fluently", in reality it's very difficult to operate.

  Because when reciting it forward, the article is smooth, understandable and has rules. But when reciting it backward, it's like putting a pile of chaotic texts in front of you, making it impossible to find any memory pattern.

  Not to mention someone like Qin Lang, who can recite it fluently after reading it only once. Probably since ancient times, there have been very few people who can achieve this.

  The more Qin Lang recited, the more surprised Director Ma's expression became. He occasionally compared it with the content of the book, and his appreciation for Qin Lang grew stronger and stronger in his eyes.

  When Qin Lang finished reciting the entire text, Director Ma applauded generously, "Brilliant, too brilliant! Not a single word was wrong. It seems that you can't be called a genius if you don't have this kind of talent."

  The director led the applause, and these people next to him couldn't help but follow suit. As a result, for a time, the applause was like a tidal wave, causing the few people in the library who were reading books to turn their heads one after another.

  But this time, the applause from the leaders of the bureau and the school was heartfelt. Qin Lang's performance had to make them look at him in a new light, just as Director Ma said, he was absolutely a genius.

  As soon as the applause stopped, Director Ma asked curiously: "You really just finished reading this book?"

  Qin Lang nodded: "If you don't believe it, you can randomly draw another one to try."

  Director Ma waved his hand and smiled: "No need, I believe in your abilities. I really didn't expect that this time when I came to inspect the school, I would run into a student like you with such exceptional memory. In all my years working in the education system, it's the first time I've encountered a student like you."

  Qin Lang smiled faintly, "I've been a student for so long, and it's the first time I've been discovered to have exceptional memory, so this is the fate of a thousand-mile horse and its master."

  Director Ma was overjoyed, Qin Lang's timely and proper flattery made him extremely appreciative of Qin Lang. He raised his hand to look at his watch, "Time is limited today, so I'll just test you this much for now. But what I said before counts, take the business card and pen, and also keep Principal Zhang's generous prize money."

  Qin Lang nodded slightly without being polite at all.

  Director Ma stood up, put the "Jin Ping Mei" in his hand on the table, patted Qin Lang's shoulder and said, "Study hard, I expect your performance in the future. I hope that next time when I see you again, you can surprise me once more."

  "Is that all?" Qin Lang smiled strangely and pointed to the chair, saying: "This chair is not bad, you can actually sit for a while longer."

  The money hidden under the chair, Dai Bing, heard this and almost vomited blood. He was already trembling all over, if Director Ma continued to sit there, he really couldn't guarantee when he would be exposed.

  "What? Are you still reluctant to part with me, your benefactor? Don't worry, I'll be researching at No. 1 Middle School for a few more days, and we can have a good chat then. Or you can also give me a call, my private mobile number is on the business card." Director Ma smiled, looked at the chair, and nodded: "Hmm, this chair is indeed great, even more comfortable than the one in my office, it's like sitting on someone's back, solid and elastic, very good."

  Qin Lang couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, thinking to himself, "Aren't you just sitting on someone's back?"

  Zhang Zhiqiang immediately said: "If Director Ma likes this chair, I'll have someone move it to your office right away."

  "It's all right." Director Ma waved his hand, and then seemed to have just remembered Zhang Zhiqiang, nodding his head and saying: "Right, Principal Zhang just said that this... oh, I almost forgot, what's your name?"

  Director Ma suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked Qin Lang's name yet.

  "My name is Qin Lang." said Qin Lang.

  "Qin Lang, bright and sunny, yes, good name, full of sunshine and positive energy, with a youthful spirit, very good." Director Ma nodded and turned to Zhang Zhiqiang: "You just said that this Qin Lang student is a social outcast, morally corrupt scum, and our school doesn't welcome such shameless students. Your awareness is quite high. It seems that I need to discuss this with Governor Wang later. How did we, the Jin Xue Research Association members, and students like Qin Lang who love 'Jin Ping Mei' so much, become outcasts and scum?"

  Zhang Zhiqiang broke out in a cold sweat, his whole body shaking like a sieve, "Director, I...I was wrong, from now on I will correct my mistake, study 'Jin Ping Mei' carefully and recognize my own error."

  Director Ma hummed and turned to Qin Lang: "Qin Lang, if No. 1 Middle School doesn't welcome you, our Jin Xue Research Association would be very happy to have you. If you're interested, give me a call and I'll personally recommend you to join us."

  Seeing Qin Lang nodding, Director Ma bid farewell and walked out of the library with his hands behind his back.

  A group of people suddenly made a fuss and quickly set up their previous formation, continuing to surround Director Ma.

  Only Zhang Zhiqiang stood there in a daze, until Old Lady Zhu came over and asked him if he wanted to destroy the book "Jin Ping Mei", did he come back to his senses.

  "What are you destroying? This is a book of great significance and value, how can it be destroyed?" Zhang Zhiqiang glared at Zhu Dajie with a fierce gaze. Immediately afterwards, he turned to Qin Lang with a gentle expression and asked: "Qin Lang, my classmate, can I borrow this book first to take back and study?"

  "You didn't say this was a yellow book? What else are you studying?" Qin Lang asked irritably.

  Zhang Zhiqiang's face stiffened, thinking that this student had already been favored by Director Ma and couldn't be easily offended. He suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and continued to smile: "Just now I didn't recognize you clearly, I made a mistake, I apologize to you, Qin Lang. I also hope you can lend me this book first, so that I have a chance to correct my mistake."

  Qin Lang nodded and said magnanimously: "Knowing one's mistakes and being able to change is a great virtue, take it away."

  Zhang Zhiqiang almost vomited blood, but he still had to hurry up to accompany Director Ma, so he picked up the book and patted Qin Lang's shoulder a few times in a pretentious manner, encouraging him with a few words before rushing out of the library like a gust of wind.

  In the following days, a strange phenomenon appeared in the education system. Everyone was searching for books on "Jin Ping Mei" and looking into the Jin Xue Research Association. This phenomenon soon spread to the entire provincial government. It has to be said that the government is a place where strange things happen one after another.

  As soon as Zhang Zhiqiang left, Old Zhu spat on the ground and cursed: "Damn it, a thing that looks like a human but is like a dog, hitting its own face, losing all dignity, what's the point of showing off?"

  After scolding a few words, he felt relieved and gave Qin Lang a thumbs up with a smile: "You little guy is talented, old man I am admiring you with all my heart."

  Qin Lang modestly waved his hand: "Uncle Zhu, you're overpraising me."

  Grandpa Zhu looked at the chair that Director Ma had sat on and suddenly became interested, walking over to sit down with a puzzled expression: "Strange, I didn't think this chair was particularly good before, but Director Ma seems to like it quite a bit. If I'm not mistaken, one of the legs of this chair is broken, but unexpectedly it's now very stable, did Qian Dabing fix it?"

  His voice fell, and the chair collapsed.