882: Chapter 877 Always studying at home?

Shen Yan looked at her as if she were a pathetic clown.

"Shenlan Group?"

He took out his phone and answered a call right in front of Li Hua.

"Hello, Chen Guangke."

An excited voice came from the other end of the line.

"Boss, everyone is watching the livestream! It's so satisfying!"

"Notify the Legal Department to sue Li Hua for defamation and commercial fraud."

Shen Yan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was devastating.

"Also, investigate which Shen An shareholder invested in her."

"Tell him that if he doesn't want the shares in his hand to become waste paper, he has ten minutes to withdraw his investment."

Li Hua froze.

She looked at the man before her in disbelief.

That tone, that commanding air.

Could it be...

"Who are you? Who exactly are you?"

Li Hua asked the long-overdue question, trembling.

Shen Yan hung up the phone and smoothed the collar of his shirt, which Youyou had wrinkled.

He didn't answer Li Hua, but simply picked up Shen An from the ground and took Youyou's hand.

"Let's go home, it's too noisy here."

Shen An, nestled on his father's shoulder, swallowed the last bit of his milk candy.

"Dad, that auntie was so noisy."

"Mm, you won't hear her anymore from now on."

Shen Yan led his wife and son out of the studio amidst gazes of awe and fanaticism.

On the large screen behind them, the picture suddenly switched.

It was the official announcement just released by the Shenlan Group.

[Effective immediately, all cooperation with Ms. Li Hua's studio is terminated, and the right to pursue legal responsibility is reserved.]

Li Hua looked at those words, her vision went black, and she completely fainted.

At that moment, a system notification sound chimed in Shen Yan's mind.

[Mission complete.]

[Reward issued: One piece of advanced wealth intelligence.]

He didn't care what this piece of intelligence was right now; what he wanted more was to go home and cook a delicious meal for his two little geniuses.

After all, dominating the situation just now was quite taxing on the brain.

"Dad, I want to eat braised spare ribs."

Shen An mumbled sleepily into Shen Yan's ear.

"Okay."

Shen Yan agreed decisively.

The wind in Jinghai seemed gentler than when they arrived.

The neon lights outside the car window streaked into flowing light, slicing the night scenery of Jinghai City into fragments.

The interior of the maybach was quiet, isolated from the hustle and bustle outside.

Shen Yan turned his head and looked at Shen An, who was sleeping soundly in Liu Hui's arms.

The little guy still had a trace of milk stain on the corner of his mouth, and his hand was tightly clutching the candy wrapper that had already been crushed flat.

The little genius who commanded the situation in the studio was gone; now he was just a three-year-old child tired from playing.

Liu Hui gently patted her son's back, her brow slightly furrowed.

"Hubby, the commotion today was so big. Will An'an still be able to go to kindergarten later?"

What worried her wasn't the online public opinion, but that her son would be isolated or treated like a monster.

Shen Yan reached out to smooth Youyou's messy bangs.

"Ordinary kindergartens were never going to teach him anything anyway."

Shen Yan's voice was soft, afraid of disturbing the child's sweet dreams.

"Then what should we do? Just keep homeschooling him?"

Liu Hui was a bit worried.

Shen Yan didn't answer immediately.

He leaned back against the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

In the depths of his consciousness, that light blue virtual panel was quietly suspended.

[tycoon system]

Over the past few months, relying on the intelligence provided by the system, he had shorted overvalued tech stocks, intercepted land deals from major consortiums, and even taken a huge bite out of the overseas futures market.

Every operation caused the assets of the Shenlan Group to multiply.

But those were just money.

Money, to the current Shen Yan, was just a string of constantly fluctuating numbers in an account.

He looked at the intelligence bar in the upper right corner of the system.

There was a number there that he had been saving up for a long time.

He had originally planned to use it to redeem the blueprint for the next generation Quantum Chip architecture.

That was the nuclear weapon that could allow the Shenlan Group to directly monopolize the communications industry for the next twenty years.

Shen Yan looked at his sleeping son, and the scale in his heart tipped.

A chip could be redeveloped; money could be earned again.

But if Shen An's talent was delayed, that would be a regret that no amount of money could buy back.

Professor Gu, that old scholar, wouldn't work; he was too rigid and would grind away the child's spirit.

The professors at the university wouldn't work either; they were too utilitarian and would only treat Shen An as a tool for publishing papers.

He needed a true prodigy.

A madman who could keep up with the leaps in Shen An's thinking and who didn't care about worldly opinions.

"System."

Shen Yan murmured in his mind.

"Consume all intermediate wealth intelligence to exchange for advanced character intelligence."

"Keyword: Shen An's Teacher."

The light blue panel trembled violently once.

The string of long-saved points instantly cleared to zero.

As the light faded, a line of black Song typeface appeared.

[Target Locked: Mo Weiming.]

[Identity: Former Special Grade Algorithm Engineer of the National Science and Technology Commission, proposer of the 'Phantom' conjecture in mathematics. Expelled from academia due to eccentric personality. Currently resides at the home appliance repair shop at No. 44 Old Street, Jinghai City West District.]

[Note: This person has an extremely bad temper, is extremely protective of his own, and intensely detests businessmen.]

Shen Yan opened his eyes.

There was no smile on his lips, but there was a trace of composure in his eyes.

Detests businessmen?

That's because he hasn't seen what real capital looks like.

As long as someone is human, there is a price.

Or rather, there is a weakness.

The car slowly drove into the underground garage of the Shen An Building.

Shen Yan picked up the sleeping Shen An, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a box of explosive nitroglycerin.

"I need to take An'an out tomorrow."

He told Liu Hui.

"Where to?"

"To find someone who can keep this kid in check."

... The next morning.

Jinghai City West District.

This was a corner forgotten by the prosperous metropolis.

Narrow streets were lined with messy electrical wires, resembling a giant spider web draped overhead.

The road surface was pitted and uneven, and the stagnant water reflected the drab self-built houses lining both sides.

The air was filled with a mixed smell of fried dough sticks and low-grade engine oil.

Shen Yan, dressed in a well-tailored bespoke suit, looked completely out of place in this environment.

He was holding Shen An in his arms.

The little guy was energetic today, holding a Rubik's Cube—a seven-by-seven cube that Shen Yan had just bought for him.

The 'kacha kacha' sound of it turning was not very noticeable on the noisy street.

Shen Yan stopped in front of a shop with a sign that read 'Old Mo Appliance Repair'.

The rolling shutter door was half-open, and inside came a crackling sound of electricity and the high-pitched, warbling tones of Peking Opera from a radio.

"There's a teacher in this place?"

Shen An stopped fiddling with the Rubik's Cube and curiously poked his head out.

"Sometimes, true masters like to hide in trash heaps."

Shen Yan bent down and slipped through the half-open rolling shutter door.

The shop was very dark.

It was filled everywhere with dismantled televisions, external air conditioner units, and various tangled circuit boards.

On a worn-out recliner lay an old man wearing a yellowed white undershirt.