Spend Money on Goddess, Use more! Gain more!-Chapter 325 - 208: Detailed Information on the Dance Teacher, Truly Perfect Figure

Chapter 325: Chapter 208: Detailed Information on the Dance Teacher, Truly Perfect Figure

The increase in He Xinzhu’s favorability once again confirmed the success of the "verbal sparring" tactic.

Wu Wei looked at Zhao Zhili’s face, flushed with embarrassment but unable to utter a word, and a slight, unapologetic sneer crept onto his lips.

He had anticipated that the other party would not be able to answer.

The so-called DBA (Doctor of Business Administration), although it sounds prestigious, is actually not highly regarded in the academic and hardcore finance circles.

The situation of "a halo far greater than actual ability" is quite common.

Sure enough, when he posed a question that required deeply integrating theory with complex local contexts to test the waters, the other party was immediately exposed.

The halo of the so-called "Wharton elite" shattered completely.

"Why aren’t you saying anything, Professor Zhao?"

Wu Wei leaned back on his chair, his tone dripping with undisguised sarcasm, delivering the final blow: "Didn’t you study DBA at Wharton? How could you not have delved into the classic theory’s cross-application and deduction in specific business scenarios? Or is it that the ’cutting-edge’ knowledge you learned is only enough for boasting about degrees, but when confronted with real business challenges on our turf, it amounts to nothing more than... armchair theorizing?"

The words "armchair theorizing" hit like a heavy hammer, striking Zhao Zhili at his most vulnerable and sensitive spot.

His face instantly turned an embarrassing shade of liver red, his lips trembled, and after a long moment of struggling, he squeezed out a feeble retort: "You... you! You are deliberately nitpicking! Using meaningless exceptions to trouble people!"

"Nitpicking? Meaningless?"

Wu Wei sneered, his tone conveying a poised commander of the situation: "Professor Zhao, this is my hotpot restaurant. In planning cross-regional expansion, one of the core pain points that needs solving is part of the underlying operational logic I’m contemplating and constructing."

"It seems that what you learned at Wharton is just a fancy theoretical shell, maybe enough to teach our undergraduates, but in terms of truly solving practical problems... it’s still a bit lacking."

With a few light remarks, Wu Wei pinned Zhao Zhili to the humiliation pillar of "theory divorced from practice" and "all show and no substance."

Zhao Zhili felt like he was sitting on needles, his face burning, and he could feel everyone’s gaze as if mocking him.

He could no longer stay, suddenly standing up, causing the chair to scrape with a harsh sound.

Suppressing his anger, he muttered awkwardly to He Xinzhu, "Xinzhu, how about we switch to another place? I’m not used to dining with... outsiders."

He deliberately emphasized the word "outsiders," casting a resentful glance at Wu Wei.

Watching the situation unfold, He Xinzhu was too delighted to see Zhao Zhili trying to escape in defeat. There was no way she would leave with him.

"That doesn’t seem right."

He Xinzhu directly refused, her tone cold yet firm: "Wu Wei is also my friend. If you just up and leave like this, it makes things awkward for everyone. If you want to go, go by yourself."

Hearing He Xinzhu’s words, Zhao Zhili was so infuriated that he trembled with anger, almost ready to turn and leave at once.

Yet, looking at her fair, beautiful face, he found it hard to just let go.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and come up with a poor excuse: "Then... then I’ll go to the restroom."

With that, he almost fled, heading quickly in the direction of the restroom.

Watching his figure retreat in embarrassment, Wu Wei chuckled and turned just in time to meet He Xinzhu’s gaze.

He winked at her teasingly, his eyes filled with a tacit understanding and a light-hearted sense that seemed to say, "How about it? Managed to help you vent a bit?"

Seeing his slightly mischievous gesture and recalling Zhao Zhili’s embarrassed state earlier, He Xinzhu’s previously tense and gloomy mood seemed to be split open by a ray of sunshine.

In the end, she couldn’t help but let the corners of her lips curve upwards into a genuine, relaxed smile.

That smile, like the thaw of ice and snow, with spring water reflecting blossoms.

Her already exquisite features instantly came to life with this heartfelt smile, her expressive eyes now containing a warmth and vivacity absent on usual days.

Simply put... her smile was as lovely as a blossom, so beautiful that one couldn’t look away.

Wu Wei was momentarily taken aback.

This was the first time he saw He Xinzhu reveal such a genuine, radiant smile.

Previously, when he saw her, it was either polite and aloof or cold and serious...

This particular smile truly showcased her stunning beauty.

Wu Wei silently applauded in his heart.

Simultaneously, his interest in her grew ever more intense...

Wu Wei leaned slightly forward, a faint smile on his face, and gently teased, "Since knowing Teacher He, this is the first time I’ve seen you smile so happily. Looks like you’ve endured quite a bit from him, huh?"

Hearing this, He Xinzhu almost instinctively reined in her smile, returning to her usual aloof demeanor.

Yet, a trace of a barely noticeable smile lingered on her lips, and her gaze was softer than usual.

"Yes."

He Xinzhu nodded, her voice less alien and more confiding: "I didn’t want to come. Even chatting on WeChat, I felt we didn’t click. It was my cousin who insisted I come over for a meeting... and ended up torturing me all morning."

Wu Wei chuckled, following her lead, and asked with a slightly teasing tone: "Oh? Not fond of his type? But he’s a bright student from Wharton Business School, a young talent, a college professor. Sounds pretty high up there."