Lin Chen did not continue to question Dong Chengren.
Dong Chengren had already said it wasn't simple, and if he asked further, it would be embarrassing for him. Dong Chengren probably couldn't afford to offend this person.
"Director Dong, I'll hold off on publishing my fairy tale for now," Lin Chen said.
Dong Chengren looked at Lin Chen with some difficulty: "Lin Chen, if you wait until his article is published and then publish yours, he will definitely know that you have a problem with him."
Lin Chen said calmly: "I do have a problem with him, and I'm not afraid for him to know. I will ask others who wrote this."
Dong Chengren was silent for a while.
He sighed softly: "Don't ask anyone else, I'll tell you. It was written by the old man of the Yan family, Yan Zongxiang. He's in his eighties or nineties and retired a long time ago. He has three sons and two daughters, and they are all doing well."
"Oh, right, aren't you on good terms with the Song family? His youngest daughter is the wife of Song Shikai, the second son of the Song family."
A look of surprise appeared in Lin Chen's eyes.
It was actually the Yan family.
"The Yan family is very powerful and has a wide network of contacts. If I remove the old man Yan's article, and he gets angry and falls ill, I can't bear the responsibility," Dong Chengren said helplessly.
Saying this, Dong Chengren pointed to the above: "Even those above have to give old man Yan some face. Not to mention how his three sons and two daughters are doing themselves, his sons and daughters involve five families."
"Do you think his sons and daughters could marry or be married off poorly?"
Lin Chen snorted softly: "It may not have been written by him. I think someone is using his name to publish this."
Dong Chengren: "The author listed above is him. This article isn't particularly outrageous, so we can only turn a blind eye and wait for old man Yan to die before doing anything about it."
Lin Chen shook his head.
"I know that politics is the art of compromise, and I understand you, but I'm a young man, and I'm not going into politics. If I can't stand something, I'll just criticize it directly."
Dong Chengren: "…"
"Lin Chen, the Yan family is really strong. Although you have a great reputation now, if you clash head-on with the Yan family, you might end up battered and bruised."
Lin Chen muttered to himself, he had already indirectly feuded with the Yan family.
Even if they don't clash now, they will in the future.
The youngest daughter of old man Yan was actually the wife of Kuan Song Shikai. It can only be said that this world is really too small!
Or, the circle at the top of the capital is too small!
"Director Dong, when is the final version of this textbook due?"
Lin Chen asked.
Dong Chengren: "The end of next year, probably."
Lin Chen nodded slightly. There was still plenty of time. The Yan family was very strong, so there was no need to rush. Maybe old man Yan would kick the bucket soon?
"Director Dong, is there anything else?"
Lin Chen asked.
Dong Chengren breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "No, it's almost noon, Master Lin, let me treat you to a meal."
Lin Chen shook his head: "I'm going to target the Yan family in the future, so if you eat this meal, you might be in trouble."
"Then… alright."
Dong Chengren didn't insist.
Although his position was high now, he didn't have the support of a strong family behind him, so his strength was somewhat lacking.
"Master Lin, let's add each other on WeChat."
"Okay."
Lin Chen added Dong Chengren on WeChat and said goodbye.
Just as he got outside, Yang Jianghong called: "Brother Lin, I have something to do temporarily. I'll be away for two hours. Is that alright?"
"Brother Yang, go ahead and take care of your business."
"I've never been to Beijing University before, so I'll just wander around here," Lin Chen said with a smile.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Chen walked towards the Beijing University cafeteria. It was noon, so he would fill his stomach first.
"Master Lin Yu, have you become an honorary professor at our school?"
"Hello, Professor Lin."
Soon, someone recognized Lin Chen.
They gathered around Lin Chen, but they didn't surround him. Lin Chen walked towards the cafeteria with them.
"How is your news so well-informed?"
Lin Chen said in surprise.
A female student said: "Master Lin, the school's official website posted the good news, and the school's APP also posted the good news. The news has already spread throughout Beijing University."
"Master Lin, are you planning to give lectures? If you do, which would you lecture on, children's literature or calligraphy?"
Another student asked.
Lin Chen said: "Children's literature and calligraphy don't seem to have much to lecture about. You don't have such courses, do you?"
"Master Lin, as long as you come to give a lecture, even if you just chat with us casually, I promise to listen."
"Me too, our whole dormitory will go. Master Lin, everyone in our dormitory is your fan."
"Master Lin, as long as you come, what you lecture on doesn't matter."
The surrounding people spoke enthusiastically one by one.
As university students from a top-tier institution, they were all the pride of heaven. They rarely admired others, but Lin Chen's achievements were far beyond their reach.
They didn't know about Lin Chen's other situations.
But the number one in calligraphy and the number one in fairy tale creation were undeniable.
Lin Chen was also good at playing basketball.
And his physical strength was super strong, able to carry his wife and daughter to climb Mount Tai.
Lin Chen thought about it. Since he had already been exposed, it wouldn't matter if some other things were gradually exposed as well.
The Yan family was very strong, and their network was also very strong. If he wanted to target the Yan family, his current influence might not be enough.
"It's no problem to give you a public lecture, but painting and fairy tales are out of the question. There's not much to lecture about on those. I'll give you a math class then," Lin Chen said with a smile.
The surrounding people looked at Lin Chen in surprise.
They were Beijing University students, and their math skills wouldn't be bad. Some of the more outstanding students were very good. Even the tutors who dared to lecture on math here were not simple.
Those who dared to give public math lectures were basically big shots.
—If a student pointed out an error, or if they couldn't answer a student's question, they would lose a lot of face.
"Master Lin, you're going to give us a math class?"
Someone said in surprise.
Lin Chen nodded: "I don't have time today, I'll give you a math class tomorrow. The content is undecided, I'll just answer your questions."
"The time is tomorrow at nine in the morning."
Half an hour passed, and the news that Lin Chen was going to give a public math lecture at Beijing University spread.
Not only within Beijing University, but it also spread online.
There were many people who questioned it.
Math and fairy tale calligraphy were completely unrelated.
"Didi!"
Xu Mengyao called.
"Husband, why did you think of lecturing on math?"
Xu Mengyao said in surprise.
She knew that Lin Chen's math skills were super strong, but hadn't Lin Chen been hiding it all along? Why was he planning to expose it now?
Lin Chen chuckled: "I've already been exposed, it doesn't matter if I expose a little more. I can't keep hiding it all the time, can I? It's like wearing brocade at night, wouldn't I have learned so much for nothing?"
Xu Mengyao: "Husband, you're acting strange. Did something happen that requires you to increase your influence?"
Lin Chen: "…"
"Wife, there are a lot of beautiful women here, I'm just showing off."
Xu Mengyao rolled her eyes.
"You're almost at ten million followers, there are a lot of comments saying they want to have your babies, you don't need to do this at all."
Lin Chen comforted her: "Wife, don't worry, everything is under control. You know, I have a lot of trump cards."
A look of worry appeared in Xu Mengyao's eyes.
"Husband, if you do this, won't external forces know? Will external forces target you?"
Lin Chen: "Wife, do you think that at this point, the intelligence agencies of countries like the United States still don't know that I'm good at math?"
"They're not pushovers."
