The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 463 - 423 Project Progress Report [8 updates]

Ying Zijin might not have gone to the project report meeting, but she still paid attention and checked out the comments on the international network.

She raised her eyebrows.

Unfortunately, both of them were there.

She found that there were quite a few prophets now.

Leaning against the bed, Ying Zijin logged into the NOK forum with a casual demeanor.

As soon as she got on, several messages popped up.

[Only Love Gold]: !!!

[Only Love Gold]: Boss, I’ve been bullied.

[Diviner]: Not stepping out of one door or crossing the threshold of another, and still you get bullied?

[Only Love Gold]: There’s this Venus Group—never mind what the group’s name is, it’s completely unimportant, especially since you wouldn’t care about these things. Anyway, they invested 200 billion in that Cosmic Carrier project you talked about.

[Only Love Gold]: I only invested 100 billion, isn’t this bullying? Is he trying to compete with me to see who’s richer?

[Only Love Gold]: Boss, this is also a challenge to you. There’s some of your share in my treasury.

[Diviner]: ...

Ying Zijin looked towards the door.

At this time, Wen Fengmian had already gone to sleep, but at least he hadn’t cut off her electricity.

Because a certain individual who bullied Xize Lorentz, the Executive Director of the Venus Group, was now lying on the couch.

She could enjoy the electricity a bit longer.

Her phone started "beeping" again.

[Only Love Gold]: Can I endure this? This is a provocation!

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows, preparing to reply, when a new message came in.

[Only Love Gold]: I’ll endure. I still have to sleep on gold, I won’t stoop to the level of the prodigal Venus Group. I will laugh at them for wasting money!

Ying Zijin: "..."

As expected, it was the same silly kid with a case of second-year-syndrome.

Someone gently knocked on the door at this moment.

A man’s voice, deep and mellow: "Yaoyao, are you asleep?"

Ying Zijin didn’t feel like moving and simply replied: "Not yet, you can come in."

Fu Yunshen pressed down on the door handle, pushed the door open, and walked in.

The girl was wearing a white nightgown, quietly leaning against the bed.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a sheer veil over her fair calves.

It was tantalizing.

Fu Yunshen looked indifferent as he picked up a towel blanket nearby and covered Ying Zijin with it.

He then sat down next to her, raising his eyebrows: "When do you plan to formally introduce me to your parents?"

"You were so obvious today, my dad and grandfather both noticed," Ying Zijin yawned, unconcerned, "What’s there to worry about?"

It was Fu Yunshen who rescued her, a fact both Old Master Zhong and Wen Fengmian were aware of.

Although Old Master Zhong often said the cabbage was ruined by the pig, he was actually quite satisfied with Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen fell silent for a moment, then chuckled lowly: "I’m worried about not being good enough for you. What if one day you run off, then I’d be left alone again."

He had always lacked a sense of security and tended to be apprehensive.

He felt it was his own fault, that’s why the people close to him kept leaving one after another.

For this, he had even specifically sought out a fortune teller to see if his Life Pattern was that of some cursed lone star.

"This is my first time in a relationship, my first time having a boyfriend," Ying Zijin looked up, her voice faint, "But I will learn how to be a good girlfriend, and we can learn together."

"You need not worry, in my life, there will be no one but you."

The tone was quite flat, yet it was like a tidal wave, crashing against the listener’s eardrums.

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes fluttered, and he laughed softly, holding her hand: "You make my heart beat fast, do you want to feel it?"

This time, Ying Zijin did not pull away; her fingers were guided there.

The man’s chest was broad, warm, and strong.

After touching it, she yawned lazily and made a comment: "Nice pecs."

"Hmm?" Fu Yunshen also leaned on the bed, returning to his usual carefree demeanor, "Specially trained for you, and there are also abs, at your service anytime."

Ying Zijin gave him a glance and then kicked him: "Don’t get greedy."

"Alright, to the serious matter, it’s not very peaceful lately, I’m sending you to train in the Ancient Martial World for a while," Fu Yunshen stroked her hair, his forehead against hers, speaking softly, "I’ve made arrangements with the Ye Family, they will take good care of you, and Yun Shan will be by your side. As for your brother, he has to go away on business."

Although tumultuous, with various families in constant dispute, it could not be denied that, for the time being, the Ancient Martial World was indeed the safest place.

Even that black skull emblem wouldn’t dare to step into the Ancient Martial World.

Ancient martial artists who have practiced for more than two hundred years have all hidden themselves from the world.

No one knows the true strength of the Ancient Martial World.

Ying Zijin paused and furrowed her brows, "I want to talk to you—"

"Shh, be good, kids shouldn’t meddle in adults’ affairs," Fu Yunshen pinched her face, "As your brother, I don’t want you to overwork yourself."

Ying Zijin spoke unhurriedly, "Overworking will cause wrinkles, old man."

"..."

"Attacking my age again?" Fu Yunshen turned around, his gaze growing deeper, "Yaoyao, do you think I should punish you for that?"

Before Ying Zijin could speak, she was already in his arms.

He was closer to her now.

She could clearly feel his breath and his lips.

Ying Zijin’s eyelashes trembled slightly.

His lips swept over hers and finally landed on her forehead.

A soft chuckle.

"Good night, girlfriend."

**

The next day.

L Continent time, eight in the morning.

The Cosmic Carrier project report meeting officially began.

Many media outlets rushed to the scene of the report meeting as soon as possible.

Professor Herwen’s status in both the scientific community and L Continent was extremely high; his news was of great value.

"Many people have asked me why I started the Cosmic Carrier project," Professor Herwen pushed up his glasses and smiled, "As we all know, despite exploring the universe for decades, we have only seen the tip of the iceberg."

"There must certainly be other life forms in the universe. Scientific instruments have captured signals from outer space before, but whether extraterrestrial life truly exists, none of us have seen it."

"I have always been researching Quantum Mechanics, hoping to help the world unravel this mystery. This is all my conjecture."

Displayed on the large screen was a PPT prepared by an assistant and several researchers.

It included Professor Herwen’s preliminary sketches of the Cosmic Carrier, as well as some proprietary names and theoretical knowledge.

However, the media were not interested in this Quantum Mechanics knowledge, but they had to patiently wait nonetheless.

After Professor Herwen finished his presentation, an assistant took over the microphone, "If anyone has any questions, now is the time to ask."

The media, who had been fighting off sleep, finally perked up and eagerly began passing the microphone around to start asking questions.

"Professor Herwen, what gave you the courage to start the Cosmic Carrier project? Do you believe your intelligence has reached the level needed to develop space technology?"

"Professor Herwen, I wonder if you have seen the comments on social media? Many people say you’re daydreaming. Do you agree?"

"Professor Herwen, I must ask, you don’t have the funds and the Cosmic Carrier project requires a massive financial investment. Could it be, you’ve found an investor even more impressive than the Pazzi Family?"

Each question was more pointed than the last.

The media asked these questions merely to grab attention, without considering Professor Herwen’s feelings.

But Professor Herwen didn’t get angry, he remained calm instead.

He pushed up his glasses again, took a step back, and hummed softly with his hands behind his back.

Let’s see who the fool is in a moment.

"I’m delighted that everyone is so interested in the Cosmic Carrier project." The assistant, looking excited, replied, "After the Pazzi Family withdrew their investment, the lab faced the possibility of shutting down."

"Professor Herwen and I were in a tough spot, unsure of how to keep the project running."

"But thanks to a researcher in our lab, she managed to bring in two major investments." The assistant pressed a button, lowering the curtain behind him, "Please look at the big screen, this is all of our funding."

"We guarantee not to waste a single cent of the funding and will disclose the financial uses to the entire society. Please, everyone, hold us accountable."

"Once the Cosmic Carrier project succeeds, it will benefit the entire society."

The middle-aged man certainly heard these words, but he just scoffed disdainfully.

Professor Herwen could bring in major investments?

Pure fantasy.

Who would dare to risk offending the Pazzi Family to invest?

He could easily say a word, and no family or group in L Continent would invest in the Cosmic Carrier project.

Did they really think they were the Lorentz Family?

The middle-aged man lost interest in watching further and said indifferently, "Let’s go."

The steward, however, didn’t move; he stared wide-eyed at the two strings of numbers on the big screen, exclaiming in shock, "Master, you must look at this, this..."

The middle-aged man stopped, looked over impatiently.