Chapter Seventeen: Tuxedo Mask Shatters

  "This doesn't seem right......" Fu Xin wanted to follow Jiang Haiyang's arrangement, but this way, he might end up disappointing Li Zhenbang's kindness, which made Fu Xin feel conflicted.

  "There's no need to be polite, it's settled then. Don't decline, or I'll be unhappy." Jiang Haiyang also didn't seem to think that Fu Xin wouldn't be able to successfully help Fu Zhenbang achieve success, apparently, Jiang Haiyang had a lot of confidence in Fu Xin.

  Actually, this has something to do with Fen Xin's character. Before joining the army, Fen Xin liked to fight and hang out with a group of hoodlums, he was quite a rascal.

  However, everyone knows that Fu Xin is a man who always means what he says, very strict and never boasts, maybe it's just this point that makes Fu Xin become an academician-level figure in another space-time.

  "Alright, let's just leave it at that. We believe you can succeed, and when you do, you'll be a sixth-level worker! Compared to starting from scratch as an ordinary employee in Xinyang, who knows how many times better off you'll be?! Besides, what we just discussed, you're not really thinking of becoming a absentee boss, are you?!" Chen Guanyu walked up and patted Fu Xin's shoulder, saying calmly.

  Fu Xin still hesitated, "But this way, won't I be letting down the other person's kind intentions? We just met by chance, and they've already arranged a job for me..."

  Fu Xin hadn't finished speaking when Jiang Haiyang interrupted him. Jiang Haiyang patted his chest and said solemnly, "Alright, don't worry, you won't have to show up in person. I, your Uncle Jiang, will personally take care of it and go to Fu Yang to help you resolve this!"

  However, that deputy mayor really has vision, and at a glance, he saw that you are a talent. It seems that this person is not simple! But don't worry, I, your Uncle Jiang, will help you fix it. I guarantee that you won't disappoint their good intentions, nor will you offend them, and you can stay here.

  ……

  "Alright, don't hesitate anymore! And you guys stop drinking too. Pinyin, hurry up and follow me back, your dad is probably having the urge to hit someone right now!" Jiang Haiyang didn't give Pinyin any more time to hesitate, directly forcing a decision on him.

  Thinking of Fu Zhenbang's furious look, Fu Xin couldn't help but feel a little intimidated, shrinking his head and saying: "Uncle Jiang, I'd better not go, I'll write down what I remember on paper, you take it over!"

  Jiang Haiyang furrowed his brow, clearly disagreeing with Fu Xin's plan. He had already guessed why Fu Xin was doing this and said: "Fu Xin, you little brat, I know you're afraid of getting scolded by your dad. But have you thought it through? Unless you never see Old Fu again, next time you meet him, you'll still get scolded, or even beaten!"

  "Let's just put it off till next time, we can drag it out for a while, after all, it's better than the past..." Fan Xin said in an increasingly soft voice, until he trailed off into silence.

  Jiang Haiyang is a man with somewhat outdated ideas, and he deeply detests the behavior of Fu Xin. He brushed off the dust on his body to calm down his anger that was about to erupt. After all, Fu Xin is not his son; if he were, Jiang would have already used the broom to hit him by now, which would be too outrageous!

  Finally, Jiang Haiyang couldn't hold back his anger completely. His eyes had a fiery spark as he glared at Fu Xin and said: "No way, you must come with me now. I don't have that much time to wait for you to finish writing. And your dad is getting anxious too. If you drag this on any longer and he gets sick from worry, see how you'll handle it! Hmph!"

  "Yes, Xiao Xin (Xin Zi), hurry up and go. What if something unexpected happens to Uncle Fu? What would your family do?" The four people standing by also felt that Fu Xin was wrong in doing this and advised him in unison.

  Feng Xin thought of his father's furious face and hesitated, but Jiang Haiyang didn't have so much patience, directly grabbing Feng Xin's shoulder and dragging him outside.

  Logically, Fu Xin, equivalent to a future special forces kingpin, although retired, is not someone that Jiang Haiyang, a reconnaissance soldier who has been transferred for many years, can capture. However, Fu Xin didn't exert himself and allowed Jiang Haiyang to drag him forward, so it's not surprising either.

  ……

  Jiang Haiyang didn't come on foot, this time he was in a hurry, and based on past experience, he also roughly guessed where they would gather, so he indulged himself and took out the Beijing Jeep that the factory had allocated to him, which he usually didn't dare to drive.

  Feng Xin was dragged to the gate, and Jiang Cheng and others who followed immediately opened the car door. Jiang Haiyang threw Feng Xin into the car with one hand and closed the car door.

  Feng Xin, who was "thrown" into the jeep, couldn't help but smile wryly, thinking to himself that these people were really not loyal, and they were setting him up!

  This guy still doesn't repent! It's really a mess! Although this is an old man reborn as a young person, emotionally, this guy's rebirth is a complete failure, not having any of the stability of an older person.

  Before he could even sit down properly, Jiang Haiyang had already entered the driver's cabin, stepped on the accelerator to its highest power, and started the car. It seemed that Jiang Haiyang's anger hadn't dissipated at all!

  Such driving would be a road killer in later generations, but at this time, there were not many cars, and bicycles were numerous. It was just that it wasn't yet the rush hour period of commuting home from work that would come in the future.

  Besides, people of this era are all masters of bicycles! A car that suddenly starts moving is just a small matter! Of course, this is a joke. Traffic safety should be taken seriously at all times, as life is more important than anything else!

  Passersby have nothing to do with it, but that doesn't mean that Fuxin, who hasn't sat firmly, is fine. Just then, a lump began to swell on Fuxin's head.

  Seeing Fu Xin's disheveled appearance, Jiang Haiyang felt much more at ease and couldn't help but feel triumphant. "Old Fu, this time I'll teach your son a lesson for you!"

  The car gradually stabilized its speed.

  ……

  No scolding, no blaming, Fu Xin touched the bandage on his forehead which still hurt a bit and stood in front of Fu Zhenbang.

  Fu Zhenbang didn't say anything, only saying that Fu Xin should first understand the progress of their project, which made Fu Xin's heart feel a little apprehensive. Fu Xin didn't speak, perhaps this was just the prelude to the eruption of the "big volcano".

  With this mood, Fu Xin began to seriously understand the progress of Fu Zhenbang and others, but he didn't notice that the eyes of the people around him also started to change with his changes.

  As a former academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, Fu Xin has cultivated a strong temperament of an intellectual. Now, with his previous life's research attitude and temperament on full display, even those who were initially disdainful of him can't help but show respect.

  "This temperament, when have we seen it before? This group of people started to recall. 'It seems that this temperament can only be found on a few experts who were sent by the Soviet Union to aid in construction many years ago!'" thought several older workers with some experience.

  Not even on Fu Zhenbang, who they thought was a genius, this "expert"'s old man, did it exist!