It was wonderful news, yet Ji Yanzhi lowered his eyes in disappointment when he heard it. "Ji Ting... still can't come back?"
Minister Jiang understood how he felt. "Room-temperature superconductivity is only the beginning. You should know what Academician Ji really wants to accomplish."
Of course Ji Yanzhi knew. He also knew asking would change nothing, but a faint hope always lingered in his heart.
"The award ceremony will be held on May 2. Someone will pick you up that day and take you to the Great Hall."
"All right. Thank you."
His phone began vibrating again the instant his call with Minister Jiang ended.
Fu Cheng had not left yet. He had a bellyful of questions, but Ji Yanzhi was taking one call after another and had no time at all to answer them.
Unwilling to give up, he waited another half hour. Nothing changed, so he could only get up and leave.
Even after he got into his car, Fu Cheng's brow remained furrowed.
Ji Yanzhi and Ji Ting-two extraordinary talents. Any family with even one of them would have set off fireworks across the city to celebrate. What on earth were Ji Shize and Ji Zhenting thinking, refusing to loosen their grip on their own family's throats?
Naturally, Fu Cheng had no way of knowing the answer, but he knew one thing: it paid to have powerful backing. He needed to tie his company's business even more closely to Shili.
Fu Cheng drove out of the garage. To his surprise, just as the gates opened, a stretch Bentley pulled up outside.
He narrowed his eyes. Before he could make out who was behind the wheel, the bodyguards stopped the car.
The driver opened the door and got out. "This is the former chairman's car. Don't you recognize