CHAPTER 532: 210 GOLD MEDALISTS

"That old fox Liang Wei, in the end, he actually managed to corner me."

As he got into the car, Feng Yueyang grew increasingly irate the more he thought about it.

Liang Wei agreed to hand over the shares and the technology, but there was only one condition: he wanted Feng Yueyang to send Liang Cai to study abroad in Siland. Once Liang Cai completed his studies, he didn’t need to return to the country—just lead a comfortable life as a rich idler. Of course, if Liang Cai encountered danger abroad, Feng Yueyang had to help resolve it.

Liang Wei obviously understood his own son’s character—he just needed Feng Yueyang to keep him from sinking to the worst possible depths of catastrophe.

Translated into simpler terms, it meant: "Let him make a mess, just make sure he stays alive."

Liang Wei himself didn’t have that capability—what gave him the audacity to use this as leverage against Feng Yueyang?

Especially considering how deep the animosity was between Feng Yueyang and Liang Cai. Not going out of his way to ruin Liang Cai would already be magnanimous—how could anyone expect him to actively help him?

And sending Liang Cai to study abroad in Siland? Liang Cai didn’t deserve it.

From the passenger seat, Shen You’an remarked lightly, "A father’s love for his son drives him to plan thoroughly; he is, in his way, a good father."

Feng Yueyang fell silent—because of Shen You’an’s words, memories of his own father surfaced.

Back then, had he really been any better than Liang Cai?

Feng Yueyang let out a self-deprecating laugh. "One half-a-jean, the other five liang—not all that different."

"You represent Feng Group as its helmsman now, not just Feng Yueyang as an individual. Set personal grudges aside; focus on the bigger picture."

Feng Yueyang lowered his head. "Boss, I was wrong."

"But sending him to Siland... I don’t have connections there. Isn’t Liang Wei giving me too much credit?"

Shen You’an’s gaze grew darker—that was precisely the brilliance behind Liang Wei’s strategy.

Tianlu Bank’s investment was the only reason Feng Group, which had been on the verge of collapse, could catch its breath. In the eyes of outsiders, Feng Group had essentially boarded Tianlu Bank’s ’pirate ship.’"

And Tianlu Bank’s headquarters? Located at the global financial hub, Siland.

While Feng Yueyang lacked the capability to extend his influence into Siland, for Tianlu Bank, it was nothing more than a triviality.

Liang Wei had clearly grasped this point and boldly placed his bet.

The technology in Liang Wei’s possession was indeed critical for Feng Group’s industrial upgrade. Within the constraints of the conditions, perhaps Feng Yueyang could afford to grant this dutiful father a bit more tolerance and understanding.

Earlier, caught up in his anger, Feng Yueyang hadn’t thought this far. Now, calmer, he began to piece it together.

"I’ll head to the bank tomorrow to meet Chairman Lan."

Shen You’an turned to glance at him—a young man, shedding recklessness, becoming increasingly composed, increasingly resolute.

Feng Yueyang couldn’t help clenching his fist. "I don’t even know why, but every time I meet Chairman Lan, I end up extremely nervous..."

Maybe this is the oppressive aura that power exudes—Lan Xi was a ruthless figure who emerged victorious from Siland’s whirlwind of financial prodigies.

"What’s there to fear? It’s not like he’s going to eat you."

Listening to how casually Shen You’an spoke, Feng Yueyang couldn’t help casting her a curious look.

"From your tone, it almost seems like you’re familiar with Chairman Lan."

"Someone as ordinary as me—how could I possibly know the renowned Chairman Lan? Would you believe it?"

Feng Yueyang: "You’re calling yourself ordinary? Heaven help us—what does that make people like me?"

Shen You’an yawned, leaning her elbow against the car window. "Blue Sky Hotel. If we can’t get back before nine, there’ll be hell to pay."

Feng Yueyang glanced at his watch—the minute hand pointed to forty-five.

Without hesitation, he pressed down hard on the accelerator. The blue sports car sped into the night, leaving streaks of its shadow in the wind.

~

At eight o’clock on the morning of the twenty-eighth, at Blue Sky International Hotel, thirty campers from Lanya High School who had come to participate were called out one by one to board buses heading to Chunzhou First Middle School’s grand theater.

At nine o’clock this morning, the closing ceremony and award presentation for this year’s winter camp would be held as scheduled at the theater.

When Shen You’an’s team arrived, the grand theater was nearly full.

Their spot was in the western section of the audience seating, with campers from Jingzhou sitting behind them.

Cheng Xuyuan spotted Shen You’an and her group, excitedly waving his hand.

His exam room had been located at the very back, which meant he’d had no opportunity to see Shen You’an during the competition. Then, over the next two days of academic sessions, Shen You’an had taken leave and skipped them—so catching even a glimpse of her now felt like a rare blessing.

"So, handsome boy, how did you do?" Gao Yuyue asked with a smile.

Cheng Xuyuan rubbed the back of his head. "It was okay—I’d be happy just to get a medal."

Gao Yuyue glanced at him in surprise. "Quite confident, aren’t you?"

Everyone knew that the CMO was the most fiercely competitive, highest-level, and most influential math contest in the country, with a grading system that was notoriously rigorous. Awards were divided into three tiers: gold, silver, and bronze medals.

The number of medals awarded each year wasn’t fixed; selections were made based on cutoff scores and merit.

The CMO wasn’t the ultimate goal, though. Based on ranking, the top sixty contestants would be selected to join the national training team, representing their country in the IMO next year. That was the highest honor—the ultimate aim of every camper.