Chapter Thirty-Five: The Second Uncle of the Song Family

  "Zhao Heng!"

  As Du Ziyuan and hundreds of students stared at Zhao Heng, when the old professor asked him questions, he could only say his name. The old professor muttered his name twice, then took the book and paper from Zhao Heng's desk and showed them to everyone. The book was full of highlighted lines and summaries, while the white paper was covered with many questions: "Zhao Heng!"

  "It's him! Let me tell you something, this young man will definitely become a great talent in the future."

  As Qiao Baozi and Song Qingguan stared in amazement, Du Ziyuan pulled Ding Lingling with a delighted face. Meanwhile, Professor Sun held the book and papers, turned around several times, and declared in a loud voice: "A small sign indicates a big change! Ten years later, when you look at Zhao Heng again, you will find that what I said today is not wrong. If I am wrong, I, Sun Yubing, will apologize with my head knocked to the ground!"

  The whole audience was shocked again, and no one expected the professor to be so generous. Ding Lingling and Tu Honggang's faces turned gloomy, and they couldn't believe that Zhao Heng would make such a big splash here. In Zi Yan's heart, she had an even better impression of him. At this time, Professor Sun waved his hand: "Zhao Heng doesn't need to take this course again in the future, excellent grades!"

  "A student with an enterprising spirit, I believe he can do better."

  Zhao Heng's body shook, his face stunned and speechless. He never expected that attending a public class would result in him being hit by a pie and even exempt from the final exam. The other students were also filled with envy, jealousy, and regret, wondering why they hadn't attended classes diligently themselves. Maybe they could have also been exempt from the exam and received praise from the professor.

  Ding Ling hummed softly: "A blind cat runs into a dead mouse!"

  She absolutely doesn't believe that just listening attentively to classes and taking notes can make one stand out, if it were that simple then everyone would be reading books, what's the point of hard work and background connections. Moreover, Ding Lingling believes that even if she were to retake a class, she believes she could listen attentively and even come up with ten or eight questions.

  Tou Honggang also nodded: "That's right, after another lesson, I can write dozens of questions too."

  Some arrogant people are just weird like that. When they see others succeed, they always attribute it to luck and think the things others do are simple and ordinary. They come up with ten or eight reasons to prove that the other person's success has nothing to do with their ability, but they never reflect on why they themselves couldn't even accomplish a simple thing from the start.

  "Awesome, boss!"

  Qiao Yuncai timely applauded, and also leaned in to show off to Zhao Heng, Song Qingguan followed suit, and Du Ziyuan even stood up to clap. Then hundreds of students gave Zhao Heng applause, so as not to make the professor unhappy with himself. Meanwhile, the old professor was looking at Zhao Heng's notes with a look of surprise on his face.

  Seventeen questions!

  The deadline is approaching for this year's Oriental Heroes, and it is also close to the twenty loopholes that I deliberately created.

  Ding!

  "Flash!"

  The bell rang, and Zhao Heng couldn't bear the attention of the crowd. As soon as he heard the bell, he immediately flipped out of his seat and ran away. He didn't want to be surrounded by a group of people later, so he asked Fatso to help him carry his books and disappeared without a trace. Qiao Yunca was slightly stunned, then took the book from the professor's hand and left.

  Just as he was about to hurry away, the white paper with the problem written on it floated to the ground. The old professor wanted to call out to Qiao Yuncai, but he had already disappeared from sight. The meatball of over 80 kilograms had long since vanished. The old professor let out a long sigh and picked up the white paper, scanning it unconsciously before being taken aback - there were still some questions written on the back.

  Four feet!

  Professor Sun took a closer look and was shocked: "How is this possible?"

  Apart from twenty vulnerability issues he set up himself which were all found by Zhao Heng, there was another issue beyond his expectation.

  How does economic growth endogenously lead to political democracy? Democracy is not necessarily conducive to economic growth, but economic growth can promote democracy, which is a consensus among economists. China's economy has already ranked among the top three in the world, so why do the four major families still dominate China's political trend? When will China's characteristics no longer be unique?

  Professor Sun looked at this unexpected question and smiled wryly:

  "Zhang Heng, I don't know this question either."

  The not-so-big-not-so-small stir in the public class gave Zhao Heng a bit of fame among the freshmen, and he unwittingly attracted some admiring glances. Several girls even went to great lengths to send him love messages, and a few female classmates also subtly flirted with him, making Zhao Heng feel extremely annoyed during class, while Fatso thought it was unfair.

  It seems like Zhao Heng has taken all the good things for himself.

  However, Zhao Heng and the others never saw Du Ziyuan again after their public class. Qiao Baozi, drinking cola, broke through the situation without hesitation: "It must be Ding Lingling and Tu Guangguang who are causing trouble, fearing that if Du Ziyuan sees Heng Ge's handsome and elegant appearance again, it will affect Ding Sanshao's plan to win over the beauty."

  "After finishing university English, Zhao Heng stretched his waist: 'Don't talk nonsense, let's mind our own business.'"

  "Right, boss."

  Qiao Pangzi shifted his massive body, spitting out a sweet breath: "I have something to do with Song Qingguan tomorrow afternoon, so you help us cover the Outline of Science History. I heard that teacher's eyes are not good, when the teacher takes attendance, you change your tone and respond in three voices, when we come back, I'll treat you to a big meal."

  "What are you going there for?"

  Song Qingguan said straightforwardly: "Still going, still going..."

  Qiao Xiao Pang hastily pulled him back, chuckled and replied: "Let's go buy some clothes, Boss. You know the weather is scorching hot now, and with my huge size, if we don't buy a few more sets to change into, won't we be driving away mosquitoes? Moreover, Qing Guan only has a bank card and no extra clothes to change into."

  "The clothes bought from school stores are always a bit inferior in quality."

  Zhao Heng kicked out a foot in annoyance, Qiao Baozi dodged nimbly, the former knew that Baozi might be going to meet an online friend, but didn't break his illusion, after all he was clear that Baozi wanted to successfully hook up with someone before announcing it to himself, so finally he pulled him over and said: "You can go, but be careful."

  Qiao Pangzi nodded: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

  Zhao Heng didn't say anything else, took the book and walked towards the dormitory. Who knew that before he had taken two steps, Song Qingguan's newly bought mobile phone rang. He was slightly stunned to receive a call, but suddenly jumped up with excitement after answering it for a moment: "My brother is back! He has come to Huahai!"

  "He asked me to meet him at Hua Da Coffee House tonight. Zhao Heng, Pang Zi, you guys come with me."

  Zhao Heng and Qiao Yuncai exchanged a glance, then nodded: "Good!"

  The lights had just come on, and Song Qingyuan led the two of them to a coffee shop in Hua Da. His second uncle from the United States had already arrived in Hua Hai, and for Song Qingyuan's safety, they agreed to meet at Hua Da. Zhao Heng learned from Song Qingyuan that his second uncle had brought American lawyers this time, preparing to launch a surprise attack to help Song Qingyuan regain his family property.

  Led by a part-time female student, Zhao Heng and his companions pushed open the door and entered.

  This is a stylish small package room with an extremely emotional atmosphere, with more than 30 square meters, on the floor is covered with warm and cozy Middle Eastern carpet, three walls are hung with several abstract paintings, in the corner of the wall there is also a pot of roses, and one wall is a large plasma TV, making the room full of relaxed atmosphere.

  Tonight's cabin suddenly turned on its big lights, illuminating the surrounding area with a snowy white glow.

  In the middle of the room, a transparent tempered glass and three sofas were arranged. At this moment, a middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, who turned his head to look over when he heard the door sound, and suddenly saw Song Qingguan and others walking in. Zhao Heng also took a glance at the middle-aged man, clearly finding that the latter's smile had slightly stagnated.

  He was quite surprised by the arrival of himself and Qiao Baozi, with a hint of subconscious hostility. Zhao Heng caught his abnormality but didn't say anything, and quickly recovered calmly and retracted his sharpness. Qiao Baozi touched his belly, his eyes passing over Song Jia's second uncle and falling on the tea table, where there was a stack of peanuts and a stack of dried squid threads.

  "Second Uncle!"

  Song Qingyu quickly walked a few steps forward, excited and rushed up.

  The middle-aged man also stood up and opened his arms to welcome Song Qingguan, who hugged him tightly and shouted: "Second Uncle! You've finally come!"

  The tone was full of grievances and delight, Zhao Heng and Qiao Yuncai did not mock him. After all, Song Qingguan had been hit repeatedly, his family property was occupied by Xiaoma, he needed to find someone to vent to. The middle-aged man maintained a smile, then heavily patted Song Qingguan's back: "Qingguan, long time no see."

  "Don't cry, a real man bleeds but doesn't shed tears. Big things in life have Second Uncle to support you."

  Song's second uncle, 1.7 meters tall, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looked refined and elegant. He was dressed very formally - high-end black suit, white shirt, and tie, his hair combed neatly, looking solemn enough to attend a banquet. After advising Song Qingguan, he turned to look at Zhao Heng:

  They are ——

  Song Qingyuan no longer had the weakness of his former days, he held back tears and forced a smile as he introduced to Er Shu: "Oh, let me introduce you, they are my two good roommates and brothers. If it wasn't for them saving me that night and helping me attack the Song family network, I'm afraid I would have been thrown into the Huangpu River by Zhang Ningyan long ago."

  "Attacking the Song family network?"