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Chapter 286 - 284: Senior Brother, Just Watch My Operation

Chapter 286: Chapter 284: Senior Brother, Just Watch My Operation

The short man and the tall man looked ashen-faced.

If Chonghui had initially guessed "you didn’t receive the project", they might have been able to refute it.

But now, with this layer-by-layer reasoning, step by step approach, reaching this conclusion at last.

At the moment, they had no grounds for further rebuttal.

While Chonghui was part of Bai Qinghua’s [Micro-expression Analysis Research] project team, as a normal person, he naturally didn’t possess machine-level precise micro-expression analysis.

However, relying on his solid professional foundation, extensive practical experience, and the social insights honed on various projects in Beidu.

Chonghui could easily achieve victory in verbal confrontations under current circumstances.

[I should have set a good example for the junior disciple.]

Chonghui kept a stern face, inwardly cheering for his own performance.

Then he maintained his tense posture, his muscles stretching his coat taut.

He stepped aside, clearing a path—wait, when did the junior disciple come to his side?

Never mind, it’s not important.

"You should leave now." Chonghui cleared the way to the exit and pointed at the door coldly, "Take your report and leave here. This project isn’t something you can get involved in."

...

The short man took a deep breath, knowing his plan had fallen through.

The two across from him, though young, were indeed not easy to deal with regarding human interactions.

But... he still hadn’t completely given up.

"Xiao Han, let’s go!"

The short man called over his tall assistant, heading straight for the door, seemingly unfazed by Chonghui’s imposing stature.

He also didn’t seek Chang Ming to retrieve his report.

This—was a bit shameless.

Chonghui frowned, understanding the situation. He knew the other’s response was merely temporary defeat in this room at the moment.

Once outside, he might still rely on connections to maneuver.

Then strike from the shadows to attempt a share of the project.

But under current circumstances, Chonghui really had no method to deal with them.

These institutions with some ability but not very high skills are truly unshakable against someone like Chonghui.

Although Chonghui was big, he couldn’t really rely on physical strength to forcefully retrieve the evaluation report, right?

That would turn justified actions into unjust ones—this might even be their trap.

If in Beidu, backed by a teacher, Chonghui wouldn’t fear them at all.

But now, battling on foreign ground.

Could it be... just let them go and wait for these little villains to attack again unknowingly?

Chonghui squinted his eyes, thoughts clashing in his mind—

...

"You just mentioned you leveraged ’Director Zhang’s’ connections, right?"

At this moment, Nan Zhubin suddenly spoke up.

The short man and the tall man stopped abruptly.

They had been observing Nan Zhubin from the start.

Now, this high-risk target that had been silent suddenly spoke, and they truly couldn’t ignore it.

The short man took a deep breath, turned to Nan Zhubin with a forced smile: "That’s right, do you know Director Zhang?"

He still felt a bit hopeful—could things take a turn? Is this Nan Zhubin really concerned with social interactions?

"Oh, I don’t know him, don’t misunderstand," Nan Zhubin replied, "I just heard what you told Director Chang, so I assume you wouldn’t lie to him."

"But the truth in your words is muddled, I honestly don’t know your expression when telling the truth—"

Nan Zhubin extended a finger, drawing an imaginary circle on the short man’s face: "—Now, I know."

The short man blinked.

Then suddenly he tightened all his muscles.

Although Nan Zhubin was shorter than Chonghui, with a calmer expression, the short man suddenly felt the sensation of being watched by a predator.

"Oh, I’m quite familiar with your current expression, it’s the one where you recognize me and believe I might do something unfavorable to you."

Nan Zhubin chuckled, recalling his first encounter with Huang Xin and Liu Pan.

Come to think of it, I wonder how Huang Xin is doing under Sister Pingting now.

"Seems you all know me, and are aware of my capabilities; you must have seen me at the Supervisory Conference before, right—"

"—Right. Very well, it seems I don’t need further self-introduction, let’s start directly."

Chonghui blinked, noticing the short man looking like he had seen a ghost, then glanced at Nan Zhubin.

A bit perplexed.

Yet Nan Zhubin didn’t explain, he simply pressured the opponent persistently: "You plan to go out, then use Director Zhang’s connections to trip us up, see if you can snatch the project, right—correct."

He sighed, speaking calmly: "What despicable little men you are."

The short man’s face flushed, about to say something.

"But do you know what’s interesting?" Nan Zhubin routinely blocked conversation after provoking his opponent.

"When the student’s parents said ’you are in cahoots with the school’ just now—your reaction was interesting."

"[Pupils dilated], [Throat swallows], [Breath quickens], followed by the [Stress] induced [Volume increase]. Though your skills aren’t much, you showed a large reaction to a parent’s mistaken accusation."

"Meanwhile, the tall man behind you showed significant bodily [Contraction] responses. These all indicate one fact—you were caught on the matter."

"So, you really are in cahoots with the school—or rather, Director Zhang is in cahoots with the school, correct?"

Nan Zhubin looked around, nodded: "Very well—I got it right."

If the short man’s face flushed due to Nan Zhubin’s affront previously.

Now, the blood color on his face had completely faded.

"You, you... you have no evidence." The short man insisted.

"Correct, but we don’t need evidence. You’re unconcerned about losing this project or offending us. But if we tell Director Zhang you leaked his connection with the school to us, then what?"

"He doesn’t need evidence to prove you said it, and he needs no evidence at all."

Nan Zhubin’s tone was flat: "You’ll end up with nothing, losing potential connections and winding up on Director Zhang’s, and even official, blacklist. Isn’t that bad?"

He walked forward slowly, his hands gently resting on the short man’s shoulders.

The short man reflexively shrank away from Nan Zhubin’s movement. But Nan Zhubin remained oblivious, firmly pressing down, forcing the opponent’s direction from the "door" to "Chang Ming’s location".

"Now, go in, retrieve the [Anorexia] evaluation report, tear it apart, and stay away from this project, then we can act as if nothing happened."

"Otherwise..." Nan Zhubin leaned closer to the man’s ear, "You can imagine what will happen."

On the side.

Chonghui glanced at Nan Zhubin, then at the short man, then at the tall man, and finally in Chang Ming’s direction.

Looking back at Nan Zhubin.

Blinked.