Chapter 453: 179 might be because Iposed the music myself (second update)_1


    Xinjie added Bai Lian to her private ount, which was known to few people. She opened her friends list, and although there was no information on the other party’s certified page, the ount name consisted of three words—


    Jiang Fi.


    Just a profile picture and a name, and Xinjie felt a chill down her spine for no apparent reason.


    Back when she was in Xiangcheng, she had never heard anyone call out the name Jiang Fi. Even a prominentwyer like Chi Yundai was addressed as “Young Master Jiang,” but Jiang Fi had mentioned his name when introducing himself.


    Xinjie remembered the pronunciation, but not the characters.


    Now she finally matched the characters with the pronunciation.


    She reached out to ept the friend request and took the initiative to send a greeting.


    Jiang Fi on the other end didn’t reply but rmended a business card to her.


    Jiang Fi: [Add him.]


    Xinjie didn’t dare to ask who this person was and directly added the stranger as a friend. She was just wondering who Jiang Shaojun wanted her to add when the next second, the message from that person came through—<div>


    [Hello, I am Qu Rong, a nner from Xijiang.]


    Xijiang, one of the top three marketing firms in the country, mostly deals with national brand projects. This was the first time Xinjie had connected with such a high-level executive.


    **


    On the other side of the phone.


    Jiang Fi had sent Bai Lian back home.


    Today wasn’tte yet. Ji Heng was still embroidering in the courtyard, therge light illuminating and casting a long shadow behind him.


    His mobile phone was also next to the embroidery frame; he was video calling with Ji Shaojun and Shen Qing.


    “You’re back early today.” Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ji Heng raised his head slightly.


    “Yes,” Bai Lian put down her backpack, washed some fruit in the kitchen to share with Ji Heng and sat beside him. She greeted Shen Qing and Ji Shaojun while speaking to Ji Heng, “Grandpa, do you know about the Landau–Zener crossover?”


    What crossover?


    Ji Heng’s wrinkled hand paused, his mind still lingering on the “wave-particle duality of light.”


    Had Bai Lian mentioned she wanted to switch subjects beforehand?


    He calmly made another stitch, deftly directing the conversation, “There’s something I need to tell you.”


    “Go ahead.” Bai Lian bit into a pear, speaking unhurriedly.


    “Your uncle is now in Jiangjing,” Ji Heng knew Bai Lian was an excellent student, probably the smartest among the Ji Family, “Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?”


    Bai Lian: “Quantum mechanics.”


    Her answer was crisp and decisive.


    Ji Heng: “…Are you going to study this? Wave-particle duality?”


    “What’s that?” On the other end of the phone, Shen Qing was full of confusion, and Ji Shaojun also leaned in.<div>


    Bai Lian looked encouragingly at Ji Heng, who set down his needle expressionlessly, “All of this is rted to quantum mechanics. In short, a photon is a superposition of waves and particles… To put it in in terms, do you know about online games? You know there is a rock ahead, but it won’t spawn until you get close. The moment you walk over, it immediately spawns.”


    Shen Qing didn’t understand, but she felt something odd and involuntarily rubbed her arms.


    “I see,” Ji Shaojun nodded his head, his mind recently bombarded by a plethora of data, “So, Alian is going to study physics?”


    “That’s the n for now.” Bai Lian finished the pear, “Uncle, is there something you need?”<div>


    Shen Qing chimed in from the side, “He wants to find you to help him with the data analysis.”


    Ji Shaojun: “…”


    Ji Heng picked up the needle again, “Let’s wait until after Alian’s college entrance exams.”


    Nearby, Bai Lian didn’t bring up the “crossover” again, and Ji Heng finally rxed.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    **


    Meanwhile, with Jiang Fi.


    In the study.


    His phone was lit up with a hands-free call activated. On the other end, Jiang Xijue’s voice sounded puzzled, “Marketing?”


    “Yes,” Jiang Fi reached out, picking up the cushion on the carpet with two fingers and casually tossed it onto the sofa. His voice was indifferent, “The person is all I need.”


    “Okay,” Jiang Xijue arranged it, curious about what it was but didn’t dare to ask, “Are youing back next month?”


    Jiang Fi paused for a moment, “Coming back.”


    He ended the call, returned to his seat, and turned on theputer. The glow from the screen cast his face in a stark white light. He logged directly into WeChat.


    The request from Director Jian had been epted, and the person had sent Jiang Fi a video and a document.<div>


    The video was an internal performance from Jiangjing Music Academy, and the document listed the names and times of the performers involved.


    He edited a segment from the video and took a screenshot of the list with Director Jian’s name and the school’s seal.


    Jiang Fi: [Do you mind if it’s revealed that you are “Jian”?]


    Jiang Fi knew that Director Jian had used the pseudonym “Jian” to coborate quietly with Bai Lian on music, purely for the music’s sake, but had not expected that after the song became popr, such a situation would arise.


    At that time, Yan Lu was still rtively unknown, and Director Jian didn’t want tobel the song with something as significant as “Director Jian.”