"Correctional Loan and Correctional Company." Zhuang Qiyan said, "To get into this business, Leng Xiangwen had already taken Lighthouse citizenship."
Song He was shocked. "Huh? Leng Xiangwen took Lighthouse citizenship? What's a correctional company?"
"A private prison," Zhuang Qiyan said.
"A private prison?" Song He found it incomprehensible. "Prisons can be privately owned too? A Lighthouse specialty industry? No, how did Leng Xiangwen get into this line of work?"
"He was forced into it." Zhuang Qiyan's expression was complicated. "He was nearly driven to death. He's also acting against his will now. Once you enter certain industries, you can't get out. If you do, you'll lose your life."
Song He furrowed his brows. "Tell me everything from the beginning. Give me all the details you know. This is too absurd."
"When Leng Xiangwen first went abroad to study, he was still determined to pursue an academic career, or at least earn a higher academic qualification. That was until he suffered a severe blow later on." Zhuang Qiyan slowly began recounting the story.
"There was a mathematics genius in his class, a white man of Middle Eastern descent. Every time they solved problems, the genius could easily crush Leng Xiangwen. Problems that Leng Xiangwen struggled with all night without solving would be finished by the genius in ten short minutes before class. It was an absolute crushing victory in both ability and intelligence!"
"Leng Xiangwen studied hard, hoping to draw close to—or even surpass—the genius before graduation. You know how competitive he is. The stronger his opponent, the more excited he becomes."
"But just before graduation, the genius attended an International Mathematics Summit. After returning, he became depressed and actually changed majors. He stopped studying mathematics and went into theology instead, looking as if he had seen through the mortal world