Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 409: Let Him Reap What He Has Sown

At this moment, even Ma Li couldn’t help but admire Hao Jian for being able to infuriate the usually unflappable Murong Qiushui to such an extent.

Murong Qiushui’s face was full of killing intent. She didn’t think she had overestimated Hao Jian, but now it seemed she had still underestimated him.

This was the first time she had been pushed into behaving like a shrew. "I’ve already taken my clothes off, and now you’re telling me you can’t perform?"

"But miss, I... I’m no match for him?" Bai Zihui said with an embarrassed face. Murong Qiushui had told her to stop, but she insisted on fighting. Now that Murong Qiushui was ordering her to fight, she dared not.

This guy was obviously much stronger than her, shattering a rockery with a single punch. Bai Zihui had no confidence in challenging him.

This would simply be courting death!

"You still go! Ma Li, you call someone!" Murong Qiushui commanded with an air of killing intent.

"Miss, please calm down," Ma Li urged hurriedly, somewhat bemused, thinking: Weren’t you the one who said at the beginning we absolutely cannot make an enemy of this guy?

"Calm? I’m very calm," Murong Qiushui squeezed out these words through clenched teeth. This bastard’s bullying me; how can I stay calm?

Bai Zihui sighed and charged forward. Knowing she was no match for Hao Jian yet following her master’s order meant she could not rebel, even if she knew she was outmatched and facing death, she had to fight!

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But Hao Jian wasn’t the least bit intimidated. He performed a backward somersault, leaping over three meters high and landing gracefully on a wall, saying with a smile, "I’ve got things to do, so I won’t stick around and play with you folks!"

After that, he cheekily jumped over the high wall and fled the estate with a speed that lightning couldn’t match.

"Bastard!" Murong Qiushui stomped her feet in anger. It was her first time being toyed with like this.

"Miss, what do we do now?" asked Bai Zihui, her voice weak but inwardly relieved that Hao Jian had run away, thus sparing her from seeking further humiliation.

"Follow him, no matter what I must make him obey my orders!" Murong Qiushui gritted her teeth. How dare he refuse me? No man can refuse me!

...

After leaving Murong Qiushui, Hao Jian went straight to the Chinese Medicine Hospital, but as soon as he entered the gate, he bumped into Du Yuelin.

"Hao Jian, you’ve come at the right time; I have something I need to discuss with you."

"What’s the matter?" Hao Jian asked, puzzled.

"Isn’t New Year’s Day coming up? Our Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and the Business School plan to jointly host a New Year’s Eve gala," Du Yuelin said with a smile.

"Since when have the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and the Business School gotten along so well?" Hao Jian said, surprised.

"Isn’t it all because of you?" Du Yuelin said with a smile.

"Because of me?" Hao Jian was puzzled. What did this have to do with him?

"It’s because of you defeating the chess player from Harvard University before, bringing honor to Hua City, that the Education Bureau has used us as an example for others. Qiu Chenggong, in order to please the Education Bureau, had no choice but to invite us to their gala," Du Yuelin laughed heartily, clearly very happy.

Because the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital had been specifically named by the Education Bureau, Du Yuelin, as the dean, naturally felt honored.

For Du Yuelin, an educator, wealth and power weren’t important. What he valued most was reputation, a reputation that would be admired by future generations. When everyone mentioned him, they’d say: "Du Yuelin was the most effective dean in the history of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. With his help, the hospital reached its pinnacle and achieved unparalleled honors!"

Of course, this was all thanks to Hao Jian’s assistance, which was why he’d succeeded so easily.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you. Without you, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital could never have been so splendid," Du Yuelin said with a beaming smile: "It’s also because of you that Qiu Chenggong had to come groveling to me to organize a joint gala. That feeling, it’s just so exhilarating!"

Even Du Yuelin felt somewhat elated. Before Hao Jian came along, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital had been losing to Qiu Chenggong’s Business School in every aspect, causing Du Yuelin to be mocked at Education Bureau meetings. However, after Hao Jian’s appearance, the tables had turned, and the normally arrogant Qiu Chenggong had actually bowed his head in request.

"I don’t think it’s that simple," Hao Jian felt there was something fishy about this matter.

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Hao Jian’s words made Du Yuelin begin to wonder if there were any traps hidden within.

Thinking it over, Du Yuelin also felt something was off, suddenly recalling how happy Qiu Chenggong seemed after receiving his affirmative response.

Logically speaking, Qiu Chenggong should have been embarrassed to be forced into hosting this joint association event with us, but on the contrary, he seemed quite pleased. This, in itself, was an unusual occurrence.

Originally, Du Yuelin hadn’t thought much about it, but upon hearing Hao Jian’s words, he also began to sense some deeper meaning.

"Think about it, this is Chinese Medicine Hospital, where students spend most of their time engrossed in studying medical arts, leaving no spare time for other activities. In contrast, the Business School is different with their extremely rich array of extracurricular activities—street dance clubs, piano clubs, and the list goes on."

"Compared to them, we definitely lack greatly in talent. Sharing the stage under these circumstances will inevitably make us look inadequate. Qiu Chenggong’s purpose in doing this is probably to use their strengths to overshadow us, reclaiming his pride while making us look foolish."

"If I’m not mistaken, the big boss from the Education Bureau will also be attending tonight’s event, right?" Hao Jian’s gaze burned into Du Yuelin as he spoke.

At those words, Du Yuelin couldn’t help but inhale sharply, a look of shock crossing his face.

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From Du Yuelin’s reaction, Hao Jian got his answer, and he smiled, "Qiu Chenggong intends to embarrass us in front of that big boss. They are multi-talented, we are mediocre—the prestige that Chinese Medicine Hospital has worked so hard to build might just crumble away."

"Damn that despicable old fox!" Du Yuelin clenched his teeth in hatred. He had been quite pleased before, but now, upon reflection, he realized he had been plotted against.

It seems Qiu Chenggong had been harboring this plan for a while, taking this opportunity to suppress them.

"Hao Jian, why don’t we just cancel this joint association event?" Du Yuelin suggested, knowing that talent was a weak point for Chinese Medicine Hospital, and they would certainly lose to the Business School in a performance.

"If we cancel now, Qiu Chenggong will just have more to say. He will claim that Chinese Medicine Hospital is arrogant and complacent, dismissing their goodwill outright. He might even accuse you of being petty, unwilling to reconcile, which would still harm the reputation of Chinese Medicine Hospital," Hao Jian remarked.

"This… to cancel is no good, not to cancel is no good either, what should we do?" Du Yuelin now regretted his decision immensely. Had he known, he would not have listened to Qiu Chenggong’s slander. That old fox was truly deceitful, utterly shameless.

"Don’t panic, isn’t that what I’m here for? If the old fox Qiu Chenggong is good at scheming, then let him be hoisted by his own petard," Hao Jian said with a cold laugh.

"You… you have a way?" Du Yuelin brightened upon hearing Hao Jian’s words. Right, how could he have forgotten about Hao Jian? The guy was his lucky star, seemingly capable of anything. With Hao Jian on the case, they should be able to outshine the Business School.

"Of course, when have I ever let you down?" Hao Jian replied with a confident smile, quickly asking, "What are the Business School’s performance items this time around?"

"Huh? Shouldn’t you be asking about our school’s items?" Du Yuelin asked curiously, thinking that Hao Jian should be more concerned with their own school’s performances.

But Hao Jian shook his head, speaking with significant meaning, "What’s the fun in doing our own thing? If Qiu Chenggong wants to use their strengths to overshadow us, then let them reap what they have sown. If they have street dance, we’ll do street dance; if they sing, we’ll sing too; and we’ll beat them in every single thing, letting that leader see that the Business School is second-rate in everything compared to us. That will be the best counterattack!"

"How confident are you?" Upon hearing Hao Jian’s words, Du Yuelin was also tempted. If they could outperform the Business School in every aspect, then Qiu Chenggong’s conspiracy would crumble, and to outsiders, it would seem as though the Business School, by doing the same things, was merely making a fool of themselves.

The issue was how confident Hao Jian was. If they couldn’t surpass the other side, they would be playing with fire.

"Not much," Hao Jian replied.

"Is that so, well, that’s normal, after all, you’re not omnipotent," Du Yuelin sighed with some disappointment.

"Maybe eighty or ninety percent," Hao Jian added.

"..." Du Yuelin was startled for a moment, then irritably slapped Hao Jian on the shoulder, "You rascal, you’re teasing me, aren’t you?"

Hao Jian burst into laughter, "Come on, give me the program list. I guess you’re planning to have me lead the team, right? Then I’ll go take a look at the Business School first."

Immediately thereafter, Du Yuelin handed the Business School’s program list to Hao Jian. Hao Jian only glanced at it once, then handed it back to Du Yuelin.

"Tonight, just wait to laugh till you can’t close your mouth!"

With that, Hao Jian walked in the direction of the Business School.

Watching Hao Jian’s receding figure, Du Yuelin was filled with emotion, "Such a good kid, if only he were my grandson."

"Hmm, have I forgotten something?" Suddenly, Du Yuelin bowed his head in thought, feeling like he had forgotten something, but he couldn’t recall what it was at the moment.

What he had forgotten was to give Hao Jian the pass, which is why Hao Jian was now being stopped by the security guard at the school gate, not letting him in whatsoever.

"Just let me in, I really am a teacher at Chinese Medicine Hospital," Hao Jian said to a security guard in his fifties or sixties.

"Nonsense, the male teachers at Chinese Medicine Hospital are basically around my age, none of them as young as you," the old man obviously didn’t believe him and scolded, "Alright, young man, stop trying to fool me. It’s not the first time today that someone claiming to be a teacher has tried to enter our Business School. Don’t think I don’t know your intentions—you just want to sneak in and gawk at the beauties, right?"