Shen You’an’s gaze shifted behind the man, where Cheng Fan was approaching.
The assistant stepped back deferentially. "This is Feilian Group’s Chief Technology Officer, Mr. Cheng Fan. You’ll join his core team directly, participating in research and development. It’s a rare opportunity you shouldn’t miss."
Cheng Fan waved his hand, signaling the assistant to stop talking.
His eyes softened as he looked at the young man standing before him. "You’re far superior to how I was at your age. Your future accomplishments will undoubtedly surpass mine, perhaps even reaching heights I can’t imagine."
Behind him, the assistant clicked his tongue.
Cheng Fan appeared good-natured but was, in truth, prideful. He had never openly praised anyone before.
Yet today, those words had come from his lips.
Evidently, this young man was extraordinary—outstanding enough to make the proud Cheng Fan lower himself to recruit him.
Such talent must not be stolen by other companies.
The young man shook his head. "Thank you for your praise, but I have no interest in joining a factory. Is there anything else? If not, I’ll head out now."
With that, he turned coolly and walked away without a trace of hesitation.
The assistant clenched his teeth. "Wait a moment! We’ll offer you an annual salary of one million. No company would make such an offer at your age."
The young man continued walking, waving dismissively. "Keep it for yourself."
His figure faded into the twilight, growing distant.
"Mr. Cheng, that kid is so insolent, refusing the Group’s invitation. Who does he think he is?" the assistant vented indignantly.
Cheng Fan chuckled lightly. "He has the right to refuse."
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The assistant’s face turned awkward. "Did I mess things up?"
Just as Cheng Fan turned away, Cui Xing hurriedly arrived with Xu Xin and two others in tow.
"Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng! These three students have won numerous CTF awards—they definitely have the skills. Could you give them a chance—?"
The assistant smirked. If not for seeing the brilliance of the champion, these three might pass as decent. But now...
How could Cui Xing not find his words embarrassing?
Cheng Fan’s gaze swept over the three faces: Xu Xin was silent; Qian Chao, slick; Zhang Qiang, impulsive—
Their personalities matched their attack-and-defense styles.
"Director Cui, I have other matters to attend to. Let’s discuss later."
Cheng Fan avoided further conversation and walked away.
Cui Xing made to follow, but the assistant deftly blocked him.
"Director Cui, Mr. Cheng has an overseas video conference this evening and can’t afford delays. If you have anything to say, please schedule an appointment for another time."
With that, the assistant quickly chased after Cheng Fan.
Cui Xing looked thoroughly disappointed. "That PT—where on earth did he come from?"
Missing out on this chance to sign with Feilian Group was a loss for the entire Computer Science Academy.
Zhang Qiang grimaced. "Mr. Cheng doesn’t think much of us. Now what? It’s all because of that PT..."
Xu Xin frowned. "Without PT, would you have been able to win the championship?"
Zhang Qiang froze, momentarily forgetting about the other—Snow.
"We’re really unlucky. This competition had to have two monsters."
Xu Xin said coldly, "Instead of blaming others, focus on improving your own skills."
With those words, he turned and walked away.
Zhang Qiang rubbed his nose. "What’s his problem? He lost the competition, so now he’s in a bad mood? Does he have to take it out on me?"
Qian Chao patted Zhang Qiang on the shoulder. "That’s why you fell for PT’s trap. You’ve still got a lot to learn—keep working hard."
Shen You’an deliberately chose the quieter south gate. Just as he stepped out, a black luxury car pulled up in front of him, and the passenger door opened. A polished, refined man in a suit stepped out.
"PT, my employer has invited you."
With that, he opened the rear door and gestured graciously.
Under the brim of the hat, a pair of dark sword-like brows arched slightly. "Your employer?"
Assistant Wen smiled politely. "My employer has reserved a banquet for you at Wangyue Building, to celebrate your championship victory."
He paused and added deliberately, "My employer’s surname is Ren. Have you heard of—Wenze Fund?"