Genius Club

Chapter 145: Chapter 132: The Miracle Spanning 600 Years_2

Lin Xian looked at the name Liu Feng written on the white paper.

Born in 1996, not quite 27 yet, so young that he must still be in this world.

He took out his phone and searched seriously once more.

All sorts of keywords, Liu Feng, cosmological constant, Shanxi University, and so on, were all entered… but still, no relevant results were found.

“This is really strange.”

Lin Xian scratched his head.

If this book could be excavated from an ancient tomb, it meant it had definitely been published. Even if it was privately funded for printing, there ought to be an ISBN and a record on file.

“Forget it, I’ll make a trip to Shanxi after the New Year, find this Liu Feng’s information first at Shanxi University, and then go find him to have a good chat.”

Lin Xian stood up and pulled back the curtain.

It was just beginning to get dark outside, and the night lights of Donghai City were already lit.

Tomorrow would be the twenty-eighth of the twelfth lunar month, the day when the Donghai Chamber of Commerce New Year’s gala would be held, and then it would be time to go home for the holidays. It was time to pack up some things for the New Year’s return home.

…

The next day.

6:30 in the evening.

Lin Xian put on his gala attire, tied his bow tie, and dressed up well, ready to go downstairs to take a taxi to Chu Shanhe’s private club.

The address was on the invitation card, not exactly close to where Lin Xian lived. Zhao Yingjun had specially sent him a WeChat message to remind him not to be late, so leaving a bit early was always right.

Sitting in the taxi, Lin Xian watched the street scene outside.

Bright and colorful illumination.

The branches were already adorned with decorations, shining with colorful, festive light.

“The New Year has come.”

He murmured softly.

This year for him had indeed been fruitful, but also full of ups and downs.

From last December to now.

He had experienced far too many things.

To this day, the two vehicles that killed Xu Yun have still not been found…

Some time ago, many netizens followed this matter online, urging the Donghai police. But with time dragging on, days were changing rapidly, and more and more novel things and fresh news captured people’s attention.

Not long ago, the headlines were all about Xu Yun.

But these past few days, as soon as Lin Xian opened his phone, it seemed everyone was discussing the recently aired TV series “Wild Fury.”

The current plot seems to have reached a climactic phase, not only enjoying high ratings and a positive response but also stirring much discussion.

Everyone is eager to see when Gao Qiqiang starts his Wild Fury, but few still care about Xu Yun, who was killed on the last day of 2022 or the first day of the New Year 2023, by a black Audi in a wild fury…

“In the end, who killed Xu Yun?”

Lin Xian furrowed his brow.

He had previously sworn to reveal Xu Yun’s killer, but now, he was stuck at the first step, unable to find even an accurate direction for the investigation.

Zhao Yingjun…

When would she decide to appoint him as her secretary and tell him the password to the password door…

“Sir, we’ve arrived.”

The taxi driver wearing sunglasses lifted the fare meter, tore off the receipt, and handed it to Lin Xian.

“Driving with sunglasses at night, can you see clearly?” Lin Xian asked while scanning the code to pay.@@novelbin@@

“Ah, there are too many drivers using high beams!” the taxi driver cursed.

Lin Xian got out of the car.

In front of him, a resplendent club stood in the middle of the estate, bustling with activity. Faces frequently seen on television and in newspapers were jovially conversing at the entrance, courteously entering the club.

Handsome men, beautiful women, business elites.

It really hadn’t been too long since he last attended a science charity gala hosted by Chu Shanhe. The world had turned upside down, and he could finally stand here proudly and confidently.

Thump.

A dainty white hand tapped on his shoulder:

“Why are you spacing out here?”

Turning his head, a whiff of Chanel’s unique Coco fragrance of jasmine and rose wafted over, with diamond-studded ruby earrings glittering in the myriad of lights.

Zhao Yingjun, in a pink off-the-shoulder evening gown, walked past him, her high heels clacking as she moved forward, turning and smiling back at him. Her shoulders were as white as jade, one hand clutching a black handbag, the other adjusting the hair ornament pinning up her chignon:

“I just got out of the car over there and saw you standing here, daydreaming. What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

Lin Xian smiled and caught up with Zhao Yingjun’s pace:

“I was just suddenly feeling that the New Year is approaching, and the years fly by quite fast.”

“Yeah.”

Zhao Yingjun walked with Lin Xian side by side, heading into the club:

“Half a year ago, you had just graduated from East Sea University. Back then, you’d never have imagined achieving what you’ve accomplished now.”

Lin Xian nodded.

Half a year ago, he joined MX Company as an intern through campus recruitment and then naturally became a regular employee, just going with the flow until the end of the year.

Until Rhein Cat’s inadvertent act made his life soar like a rocket.

This New Year’s return to his hometown would undoubtedly surprise many relatives and friends.

The two entered the hall.

The guests had almost all arrived, and the atmosphere was lively.

Soon after, amid applause, Chu Shanhe, dressed in formal attire, emerged with his wife, all smiles, and the gala officially began.

“Over the past year, we’ve seen many old friends leave and many new friends arrive. This era is changing day by day…”

Chu Shanhe spoke with a deep and powerful voice, giving a speech for the New Year.

He talked about many things that had happened in the past year, about achievements, joys, regrets, and goodbyes.

He even mentioned Xu Yun, expressing his sorrow and remembrance.