Young Master Jue's Arrangements Hold Deep Meaning

Bai Chi was fully convinced that his "thoughtful" arrangements would surely satisfy Nalan Ye-Jue, prompting him to sell the first batch of robots at a twenty percent discount.

Who would have thought, the moment the word "ugly" left his lips.

Nalan Ye-Jue cast a faint glance at him: "The first batch, ten times the original price."

Bai Chi was overjoyed.

Then, he was shocked: "Ten times..."

Not only was there no discount, but the price had increased tenfold???

Although major tech companies were striving to develop intelligent robots, the products from the Nalan Family laboratory—the Imperial's premier conglomerate—were always the industry's unrivaled leaders. Naturally, the prices were exceptionally high; a single professional robot cost over a hundred million, so if the price increased tenfold...

Bai Chi was dumbfounded.

What a disaster. Was his arrangement for the ugly girl just now not good enough?

"Wait, Jue, if the ugly girl doesn't go to the kitchen to cook, how about the front desk? Can't she just work the front desk?"

Nalan Ye-Jue ignored him, instead speaking in a deep voice to the other end of the phone: "Get it done."

"Yes!" Secretary Lu understood the young master's intent; he was to carry out the instruction for her to withdraw from school.

After all, with Little Miss being bullied so much at that school, it wasn't worth attending!

Wouldn't transferring to a better one be a way to hold her head high?

The young master had instructed him from the start to take his business card and find Principal Zhou to go through special procedures.

These special procedures were far from as simple as just withdrawing from school!

Bai Chi, a wealthy young master who had studied abroad, might not understand, but he knew very well that Principal Zhou was the head of the Royal Academy. Both the Royal Academy and Imperial University were top-tier institutions in the Empire, and the Royal Academy was currently even more prestigious.

Once Little Miss withdrew from Imperial University and went through the special procedures to transfer directly to the Royal Academy, wouldn't this fighting incident be perfectly resolved?

It was just a pity that he hadn't had the chance to explain this arrangement—withdrawing followed by a transfer—to Little Miss before she had ruthlessly dismissed him.

But it didn't matter. When those parents started acting crazy and giving Little Miss a hard time later, it wouldn't be too late for him to step forward and carry out the young master's orders!

Lu Bing pushed the door open a crack and peered inside—

Inside the Dean of the Medical School's office.

Over a dozen students' parents were surrounding Qin Xin in an agitated state, some even pulling their injured children along, exposing their wounds for everyone to see.

Yao Dazhuang's injuries were too severe for him to attend, but his mother, Mrs. Yao, had a voice that was both loud and vicious: "You ugly freak, hurry up and pay the compensation, then sign the withdrawal papers! Otherwise, we'll crack your head open!"

The parents behind her rolled up their sleeves and nodded in agreement.

If the school didn't provide an explanation and Lan Qingxin didn't withdraw and get out today, they certainly wouldn't let the matter rest.

Qin Xin swept a faint gaze over the crowd, her cold, clear eyes resting on Mrs. Yao's face: "On what grounds should I pay compensation?"

Mrs. Yao felt an inexplicable chill wash over her.

The way that scrawny, ugly girl questioned her with such clear, articulate tones actually made her shrink back for no reason.

But the moment she thought of her son's miserable state after falling into the water, she became even more shrewish: "On the grounds that you injured my son, you have to pay!"

Qin Xin remained calm and continued to retort: "And on what grounds should I withdraw from school?"

Mrs. Yao put her hands on her hips, righteous and indignant: "Because my son doesn't want to be in the same classroom as an ugly freak like you..."

Although this reason was the inner voice of the parents and students, it wasn't exactly something that could be brought out into the open.

Yu Xiaochun, the arts committee member of Class 2, covered the wound on her chin and whispered a reminder: "Auntie Yao, just say she's been fighting and causing trouble, ruining the school's reputation..."

"You've been fighting and causing trouble, ruining the school's reputation!" Mrs. Yao mimicked her, and the other parents chimed in as well.

Qin Xin's gaze swept over Yu Xiaochun.

This Yu Xiaochun looked innocent and harmless, but she had already stirred up trouble in the shadows several times.

What kind of grudge did Lan Qingxin have with her?

Lan Qingxin wasn't beautiful, outstanding, or prominent; there was nothing about her worth others' jealousy or targeting, right?

She noted this face, her tone remaining indifferent: "So, your meaning is, if someone hits another person, they must pay compensation; if someone fights and causes trouble, they must be expelled?"

"Hmph, at least you have some self-awareness. Hurry up and sign, and bring the money!"

"This money can't be less; my son's medical bills alone cost several thousand!"

"And what about the emotional distress? A few tens of thousands won't even be enough!"

"Fifty thousand each. There are eight of us, she must come up with four hundred thousand!"

The group of parents had already started calculating the money.

Mrs. Yao wasn't about to let it go: "You ugly freak, you caused my son to have a scraped head, so it's only fair that I smash your head open too!"