Bai Chuwei nodded quite honestly when she heard that, "Indeed, there’s no overtime pay."
Regardless of whether they were staff members or interns, there were indeed subsidies, though not much; they weren’t completely working for free.
Professor Sun’s face twitched, and he said helplessly, "Almost forgot about that. We will provide overtime pay."
Bai Chuwei nodded to show her agreement with Professor Sun’s decision, her expression one of absolute entitlement.
Duan Feihan, who had been quietly standing to the side, suddenly spoke up, "Weiwei, stop teasing them."
The newly reopened livestream exploded in under five seconds.
[Holy shit, the stream starts off this intense? Who is this handsome guy? Judging by his tone, he seems quite close with my Immortal Teacher?]
[Oh my god, is my future wife getting snatched away? You scoundrel, take this!]
[Looks like he’s Duan Feihan, the heir of the Duan Family, right? He’s the sugar daddy of everyone in the entertainment industry! Even the most prestigious directors approach him with trepidation.]
[I googled him. This dog man is 24, right? And he dares go after my just-turned-eighteen Immortal Teacher? Shameless!]
The audience in the livestream completely missed Duan Feihan’s main point, but the professors were overjoyed.
Professor Ge looked expectantly at Bai Chuwei, "Student Bai, we’re old; please don’t mess with us. Do you actually know how?"
Bai Chuwei replied with a question instead, "I never said that I didn’t have any other methods except the one I just mentioned, did I?"
Could she really do it?
Bai Chuwei slowly removed her gloves, revealing a pair of long, fair hands. The audience in the livestream desperately wanted to lick the screen.
Her delicate fingers rested on the Golden Coffin, casually running along the surface. She laughed lightly and said with absolute certainty, "If I weren’t here, you wouldn’t be able to open this Golden Coffin in ten years!"
Her words were extremely arrogant and overbearing, as if she were looking down on everyone else in the world.
Given that it was still a livestream, Professor Ge coughed and said, "Student Bai, there are many talented people in China; don’t underestimate them."
Bai Chuwei chuckled lightly, "Have you ever heard of the Twenty-Eight Constellations Lock Array? It’s been lost for hundreds of years."
Madame Liu’s pupils contracted, her whole body tensed, and she stared straight at Bai Chuwei, her voice trembling, "You, you’re saying you know the Twenty-Eight Constellations Lock Array?!"
There was a box artifact in the Imperial Capital Museum, rumored to be made with the Twenty-Eight Constellations Lock Array. No expert had been able to open it without damaging the artifact in the decades since it was unearthed, so they had to use high-tech scanning to get a rough idea of its contents, but no one had ever really opened it.
And Bai Chuwei said... she could?
Bai Chuwei’s fingers leisurely stroked the coffin, and she laughed lightly, "This is the coffin of a dog emperor. How could it possibly only have a Twenty-Eight Constellations Lock Array on it? Wouldn’t that be lacking in class?"
Everyone’s faces changed drastically, stepping back in shock.
There was more than one array on it?
Bai Chuwei said unhurriedly, "Yin Yang Eternal Life Array, Spirit Gathering Golden Lock Array, a combination of three arrays."
Bai Chuwei lifted her eyes, smiling as she looked at the dumbfounded crowd, "Now, do you think I underestimated China’s experts when I said ten years?" Thɪs chapter is updated by novelFɪre.net
Everyone fell into a deathly silence.
Forget ten years, perhaps... it might not even be opened in twenty years!