"They can't see the script, besides," Jing Mingqiu beckoned, and a mechanical white tiger that had been lying nearby quickly spun its eyeballs and trotted over.
Jing Mingqiu patted the white tiger's body: "Xue'er, I've already pre-recorded your lines and saved them inside the mechanical white tiger."
"If you forget your lines, just call out 'My dear, save me,' and it will help by playing out the lines you're supposed to say."
"Can we change the trigger method!" Mo Ruixue buried her head in Jing Mingqiu's chest. "Shouting 'My dear, save me' in front of so many people is too embarrassing."
Jing Mingqiu flashed a roguish smile: "Don't worry, I've set it up in advance. The sound system won't play that sentence you shout. At most, the people in the first two rows in front of the stage will hear it."
Mo Ruixue quickly retorted: "Just the first two rows is still embarrassing, and the classmates performing with us will probably hear it too!"
"It's fine! It's fine! It's just a sentence, they won't mind..."
While Jing Mingqiu and Mo Ruixue were flirting, Jing Rou hid in the shadows, her eyes filled with envy, mixed with a trace of jealousy.
During the final rehearsal, everyone was very serious, working for several hours straight until they were exhausted before stopping. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Xu Tianhe reminded everyone again to rest well and avoid eating anything unusual in the coming days to prevent stomach upset during the performance.
Jing Mingqiu's previous gene modification primarily enhanced his body's flexibility and recovery abilities, but not his stamina. After a whole day of activity, he didn't have much energy left.
After sending Mo Ruixue back to the dormitory and kissing her goodbye, Jing Mingqiu returned to his dorm and fell asleep.
The next day, as the sun climbed high, Jing Mingqiu was awakened by the ringing of his satellite phone from under his pillow.
"Hello, Principal, has it all been investigated?"
The roommates had all signed confidentiality agreements, so Jing Mingqiu didn't need to hide anything from them and asked directly.
"Mostly. Although there are several foreign companies involved in the shareholding structure, Jing Guohao himself is very clean and has no connection with foreign powers. He genuinely saw a business opportunity and wanted to make a fortune."
"I see," Jing Mingqiu nodded. "It's better to keep things simple. Can I just refuse? I'm not short of money anyway."
Feng Weiguo replied: "You can, but I suggest you accept it. Firstly, accepting the collaboration is more in line with the behavior of an ordinary university student. Secondly, for confidentiality and to prevent foreign powers from discovering your identity, it's inconvenient for us to give you money directly."
"And Jing Guohao has no relationship with foreign powers or official forces. If he gives you money, no matter how the Western powers investigate, they won't discover the truth."
Jing Mingqiu, finding it troublesome and still wanting to refuse, added: "You really don't have anywhere to spend your money? What about your little girlfriend? Do you not send her branded cosmetics or pretty dresses for holidays?"
This hit Jing Mingqiu where it mattered. He realized then that it had been a long time since he had confirmed his relationship with Mo Ruixue, and he hadn't even given her a gift.
"Principal, you're right. I'm willing to cooperate with Jing Guohao, but," Jing Mingqiu paused, "I hear these big businessmen are very shrewd. I'm afraid I'll be tricked and even help him count the money..."
Feng Weiguo chuckled heartily: "You don't need to worry about that. As the genius promoted by our academy, if a businessman wants to cooperate with you, it's quite normal for us to arrange for some teachers to help you with contract matters and provide any assistance within our capacity."
"It would be strange if we didn't get involved at all!"
Jing Mingqiu breathed a sigh of relief. "So that's how it is. I'll leave the rest to you, Principal. I'll just wait in the dorm to receive the money."
"Don't rush off just yet. We can help you with the negotiations, but you'll still need to sign it yourself," Feng Weiguo called out to Jing Mingqiu, telling him to contact Jing Guohao to set a time and place for the negotiation.
Afterward, he sent him the contact information of two other teachers.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Jing Mingqiu, accompanied by Mo Ruixue, arrived at the Qingfeng Teahouse on the east side of the school. Jing Guohao and Jing Rou had already been waiting for a long time.
Upon seeing Jing Mingqiu, Jing Guohao warmly greeted him: "Student Jing Mingqiu, you're finally here. Have you considered it?"
"We can cooperate," Jing Mingqiu nodded gently, "however, the specific profit-sharing and cooperation details need to be discussed again."
"A ten percent stake in the dry goods is already very high. The company isn't solely mine, and manufacturing mechanical pets requires a lot..."
Jing Guohao started complaining but was forcefully interrupted by Jing Mingqiu: "I don't understand these things, you don't need to tell me. My teacher will be here soon, you can discuss it with him. It's best if you just call me when it's time to sign."
Jing Mingqiu seeking his teacher's help was within Jing Guohao's expectations. After all, most university students still retained their high school logical thinking and would seek help from teachers when needed.
"In that case, I won't say more. Rou'er, there's a tea ceremony performance upstairs in this teahouse, which is said to be quite interesting. Why don't you take your two classmates up to watch?"
"No problem, leave it to me." Jing Rou stood up and made an inviting gesture. "Ruixue, Jing Mingqiu, come with me, let's go change our clothes first."
Jing Mingqiu was very confused: "Why do we need to change clothes to watch a performance?"
Jing Rou quickly explained: "To watch a tea ceremony, it's best to change into Hanfu first, which creates a better atmosphere. You can bring your own or wear the free Hanfu provided by the establishment."
Seeing Mo Ruixue still hesitant, Jing Rou added: "Don't worry, I've been to this place many times, and the clothes they provide are washed and disinfected, so they're quite clean."
"It's not that I'm worried about that," Mo Ruixue glanced at Jing Mingqiu. "Mainly, I noticed A Qiu's hair is very short, and I'm worried he might look awkward wearing Hanfu?"
Jing Rou smiled and appraised Jing Mingqiu: "Ruixue, you don't need to worry about that. Student Jing Mingqiu is so handsome, he can pull off Hanfu even with short hair. Let's go change first, and if it doesn't work out, we have wigs!"
"That's true..."
Thus, the three went to the top floor, and Mo Ruixue followed Jing Rou to the women's changing room.
Jing Mingqiu, led by a waiter, entered the men's changing room. He looked at the various Hanfu on the racks and then at the waiter's flowing robes and wide sleeves.
His eyes lit up immediately. It had little to do with whether the outfit was cool or good-looking; the main reason was that this type of clothing was perfect for hiding things inside.
Wearing mechs could enhance self-protection capabilities, but modern clothes were too tight. Legs were fine, as looser pants could be chosen.
However, the upper body, especially the arms, would be very obvious if the mechs were even slightly thicker.
Not only would it expose them, but the bulging sleeves would also be very unsightly!
More advanced nano-type mechs could avoid this, but Jing Mingqiu's current system level was insufficient. If he wanted to increase their strength, he had to increase their thickness.
For this reason, Jing Mingqiu specifically tried on several Hanfu of different styles to test how thick the mechs could be accommodated within them.
Meanwhile, in a private room at the teahouse, Jing Mingqiu's supervising teacher arrived and handed a document to Jing Guohao.
After quickly scanning the document, Jing Guohao stood up excitedly: "No! No! This is impossible!"