Chapter 195: Chapter 195
Rong Zhi pinched the square tube, pursing her lips slightly, and said goodbye to Little You. She lifted her head slightly and waved her hand towards Little You with a smile in her eyes.
Once everyone was gone, she lowered her gaze, placed the square tube in her pocket, and turned to walk towards the Audi.
On the other side, Jiang Gujun returned to Tingshan Villa after sending Rong Jiazze to school. He found a plate in the kitchen, opened a ceramic bottle, and poured out its contents, releasing a faint fragrance from the fingernail-sized pills.
Just smelling them was a bliss to the body and mind.
He picked up one to sniff lightly at his nose, examining the ceramic bottle carefully in his hand.
The sense of familiarity wasn’t an illusion.
He really had seen this ceramic bottle before.
It seemed to be at the O State Royal Family, when he was attending the king’s birthday banquet with Bai Su, that such a nondescript little ceramic bottle was placed beside an exquisite and expensive incense burner on the table.
Back then, he had curiously asked about it, and the queen had smiled and explained to him that it was incense pills from a fragrance family exclusively used by their royal family for a hundred years. Though the ceramic bottle looked ordinary, the pills inside were sold by the piece.
Far more expensive than perfume, one could sell for a four-digit sum.
Even for someone like him who wasn’t lacking in money, this price was shocking.
Jiang Gujun fiddled with the pills on the plate twice. Suddenly recalling something, he pulled out his phone and found photos he had taken back then. Comparing them, heck, they really looked alike!
Look at how people use something worth tens of thousands to scent the air, and then look at the plate he casually picked...
Jiang Gujun hastily rushed back to his room, found a blue and white porcelain plate of roughly the same value as the incense burner, and carefully placed the burning pills on it with great solemnity.
A gentle and subtle fragrance spread through the air.
He inhaled deeply, eyes narrowed, body comfortable, then realized his lapse, hurried to Bai Su’s room in several strides, glanced at the quietly sleeping person in the middle of the bed, and gently placed down the blue and white porcelain plate.
The bright light shone on the dark blue curtains, revealing something hazy, the man’s half-face hidden in the shade, his straight nose line smooth, from the side almost a perfect proportion.
That pair of eyes shut tight, stars shattered within them, a trace deep between his brows.
A whiff of scent seemed to reach his nose.
Very subtle, like the usual scent on some young fellow.
In his dreams, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slowly as the fragrance dispersed, his expression serene, very peaceful.
Jiang Gujun observed Bai Su’s condition, seeing his complexion tending towards calm, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning to the burning pills, he touched his chin, thinking this thing was quite useful after all.
National Mechanical Engineering Institute.
Only after finishing a day’s work did Rong Zhi have a chance to take out the square tube to inspect.
Her slender, pale fingers gripped the square tube, her brows and eyes distant and indifferent, shrouded in a frosty chill.
The label on the square tube had been torn off, but she was certain the contents originally were the new medicine she had been researching halfway, manufactured from a traditional Chinese medicine formula given to her by Tang Xuyun.
Because many different medicinal ingredients were missing inside, she only managed to produce a semi-finished product, not yet having conducted clinical trials.
What was Rong Fengmian doing with the medicine?
The square tube tapped lightly on the table, emitting a rhythmic clear sound, steadily hitting nerves.
Lu Si came over intending to ask questions, caught sight of the youth’s displeased countenance, stood silently, yet was first noticed by the youth, who lifted her head slightly, the eyes behind glasses slightly restrained, "Is there something?"
He nodded and approached, placing the prepared notebook and design draft on the table, smiled, feeling somewhat uncomfortable as he hadn’t yet adjusted to Rong Zhi’s identity.
Rong Zhi glanced over, "Where’s the problem?"
Her deep, cool voice disrupted Lu Si’s thoughts.
He focused on the youth’s calm face, slightly suppressing the unease in his heart, pointed at the notebook and said, "There’s a bit I don’t understand here, the first time theory of four-dimensional space..."
Rong Zhi nodded, idly spun the square tube, and began explaining the part he didn’t understand. Her tone was unhurried, her words clear and steady.
The researchers outside couldn’t find Rong Zhi and came in searching. Upon hearing them discussing the four-dimensional space theory, they all fell silent, listening intently.
The more they listened, the more captivated they became. The four-dimensional space theory was a major challenge in mechanology, rarely fully comprehended, understanding even a third already counted as an academician-level existence. Someone like the youth explaining with such clarity was nearly impossible.
Some secretly started recording with their phones.
After the youth’s voice paused for a long time, they hadn’t snapped back to reality.
Lu Si’s eyes shined brightly, looking at her as if he saw a glowing treasure.
Yet another person showing the kind of gaze that seemed to want to devour her.
"Third Young Master," Lu Si exclaimed excitedly, "you really know a lot, before Professor Liu told me you were a mechanical genius, I didn’t really believe it, but now I do."
Finishing his words, he clenched a fist with one hand, giving a cheering gesture, "I actually managed to cling to a big deal’s coattails!"
What he got in response was a slam dunk from Lin Qiming.