Chapter 57: You humiliate me, and I will make you die!

Zhang Fan snatched the book capable of generating hundreds of billions in wealth right out of Professor Ji's hands, his eyes filled with utter sarcasm.

"Don't! Absolutely not!"

"I, Zhang Fan, am merely an ordinary, unaccredited civilian scientist. How could I possibly be worthy of collaborating with a great professor like you?"

"Someone like Professor Ji should be pursuing far more meaningful research projects, such as building aircraft carriers or civilian nuclear propulsion. How much value could my tiny silicon wafer possibly hold?"

With that, Zhang Fan tossed the book into Wang Qing'er's hands.

Wang Qing'er hurriedly caught it against her chest, her pretty face flushing crimson.

"Mr. Zhang, are... are you giving this to me?"

Zhang Fan smiled and nodded.

"Indeed. This book is my gift to you."

"But on the condition that once I build the silicon wafer production plant, you must find the cheapest and fastest manufacturing method."

"Whether our Huaxia can conquer this tens of trillions of dollars chip market depends entirely on you."

Wang Qing'er nodded repeatedly.

"Mr. Zhang, I will certainly not let you down!"

"I will begin my research today and find a method that satisfies you from among these ten thousand silicon wafer production schemes!"

Declaring her intention to start researching immediately, she sat down right there and began reading page by page, with the utmost care.

Professor Ji slowly rose to his feet, his face as pale as dead ashes.

Seeing that Zhang Fan refused to forgive him under any circumstances, Professor Ji's eyes darted toward Wang Qing'er, his pupils rolling rapidly.

As Zhang Fan passed Professor Ji, he flashed him a grim, sinister smile.

"I am well aware of the immense wealth that book will bring."

"Remember this: if any harm comes to Wang Qing'er, I will make sure you suffer a most agonizing death."

Feeling the chill radiating from Zhang Fan's gaze, Professor Ji shuddered involuntarily, his scalp tingling with dread.

"I... I understand."

Watching Zhang Fan leave, Professor Ji could only vent all his pent-up anger on Xiao Li, glaring daggers at him.

"What are you staring at? Why aren't you going back to write your thesis and run your experiments?"

"Don't you want to graduate?"

"Mr. Zhang has every right to act arrogant, but what qualifications do you have?"

Ignoring him, Xiao Li eagerly shouted toward Zhang Fan's retreating figure.

"Mr. Zhang, I want to join the silicon wafer research and development team as well!"

"With the two of us working together, we can find the best method much faster!"

Zhang Fan didn't even look back.

"Fine, count you in. One more person doesn't make much difference to the payroll."

Overjoyed, Xiao Li shoved Professor Ji aside, glaring at him with a fierce expression.

"Damn it, I've tolerated you old bastard for a long time!"

"I'm an employee of the Zhang Group now, so get lost, you old fool!"

Professor Ji was utterly dumbfounded.

Being an old man, he was no match for Xiao Li. Shoved so heavily, he nearly dropped to his knees.

"You, you..."

"Don't you want to graduate?!"

Xiao Li laughed heartily.

"Right now, I am an employee of the Zhang Group and Mr. Zhang!"

"And Mr. Zhang treats his employees exceptionally well!"

"Graduate? I worked like a dog for you just to get that diploma and find a decent job. But I don't need you anymore! Get lost!"

Venturing all the frustration he had accumulated over the days, he directly grabbed Professor Ji by the collar and threw him out the door.

*Bang!* He slammed the door shut!

Professor Ji stood frozen in place, having never suffered such humiliating disgrace.

Hateful!

It was hateful to the extreme!

Standing outside in the hallway, Professor Ji pounded his fists against the wall, his eyes burning with venomous malice.

In all my life, I have never been subjected to such treatment!

Damn you, Zhang Fan! If it weren't for you, that spineless yes-man Xiao Li would never have dared to speak a word of disrespect to me. Whatever I told him to do, he had to do!

Even if I made him run errands all day just to pick up my grandson, he could only obey obediently!

It's all because of you, you little punk!

If I don't exact my revenge, I am not a man!

After pondering for a moment, Professor Ji narrowed his eyes.

I've got it!

Once I execute this plan, you want to contribute to Huaxia?

In your dreams!

Every single factory you've invested your money into will go down the drain!

A cold, sinister smile crept across Professor Ji's face.

Just you wait, Zhang Fan! Prepare to meet your end!

Time flew by.

Having settled the matters concerning the silicon wafer, Zhang Fan had been back in Haishi for ten days.

Zhao Tiehu sat at his desk with one leg crossed over the other, looking thoroughly relaxed and leisurely.

"Bro, when are you going to lend me some money so I can start a company too?"

"Being a boss like you is far too carefree. You provide the technology, and your employees work themselves to the bone for you."

"You don't even have to handle anything yourself."

Zhang Fan was scrolling through short videos on his phone and glanced sidelong at Zhao Tiehu.

"No problem. Once I make a trillion, I'll give you a hundred billion. You can do whatever you want with it."

Zhao Tiehu put his leg down and scurried excitedly over to Zhang Fan.

"Bro, it's a deal!"

"Once you pull off this chip venture, the profits will be far more than just a mere trillion."

"After breaking Western monopolies, the Zhang Group will establish a monopoly of its own. Wouldn't you be able to reap profits however you please?"

"Come on, let's pinky swear so you can't back out!"

Zhang Fan laughed and scolded, "Are you a three-year-old toddler?"

"Pinky swearing, my ass!"

Zhao Tiehu grinned, but as he pulled out his phone, his expression suddenly slumped.

"Bro, there's some news!"

"It says the United States has made a move on the northern region of Myanmar, launching a thorough military strike and rounding up all the fraud syndicates."

Zhang Fan joked, "What, did the Yankees discover oil in northern Myanmar?"

"The Yankees never do anything without a profit."

Zhao Tiehu's brows knitted tighter and tighter.

"Naturally. If you look closely, you'll see that while they called it a military strike, they basically just fired a few artillery shells."

"The real issue is that they rescued Liu Yan!"

Zhang Fan's expression shifted. He took Zhao Tiehu's phone and looked closely—sure enough, it was true.

They really had rescued Liu Yan!

Ten days had passed, and though Liu Yan still bore visible wounds on her body, she ultimately hadn't died at the hands of Bai Yangshu.

Moreover, the person who released her turned out to be Bai Yangshu himself!

This development made Zhang Fan furrow his brow deeply.

Because Liu Yan knew Bai Xiaoxiao, Bai Yangshu had killed Bai Xiaoxiao.

Given the personality of someone like Bai Yangshu, believing that he would show mercy and let Liu Yan go was about as likely as the world ending in the next second.

Zhang Fan and Zhao Tiehu exchanged glances, and both uttered the exact same name at the same time.

"Logan."

Zhao Tiehu slammed his fist onto the table, blazing with anger.

"That damned Logan! He must have been closely monitoring Liu Yan's situation in secret. He knows full well that as long as that idiot Liu Yan draws breath, you won't have a moment of peace."

"Bro, we have to find a way to wipe those two out!"

Zhang Fan chuckled and looked at Zhao Tiehu.

"Is that something a senior attorney is supposed to say?"

"I find it a bit hard to believe."

Zhao Tiehu snorted coldly. "I'm your brother first, and a lawyer second!"

"Putting everything else aside, Liu Yan tried to have you kidnapped to northern Myanmar to kill you. If I don't see her dealt with, I won't be able to swallow this anger."

"We have to think of something!"

Zhang Fan nodded and was just about to speak when Wang Qing'er walked through the door, her face drained of color.

Seeing her expression, Zhang Fan felt a tinge of surprise.

Over the past few days, Wang Qing'er had smoothly integrated into the Zhang Group and had already been working there for four days.

"Researching the silicon wafer according to the formulas I gave you should be a breeze."

"Judging by that expression on your face, though, have you run into some trouble?"

Wang Qing'er stammered, too terrified to speak.

With a gentle tone, Zhang Fan said, "Go ahead, speak. It's fine."