328: Chapter 328: The Big Boss Holds Accountable Wang Yunying by Phone

"Hello, I am the Dean of the History Department at Modu University. We would like to invite Mr. Jiang to be the keynote speaker for an interdisciplinary forum at our school, jointly held by the History, Physics, Geology, and Technology Departments. Mr. Jiang can decide the time, and we are open to discussing the appearance fee."

"Our principal said that as long as Mr. Jiang is willing to come, he can personally accompany him to visit our top-secret projects!"

"Oh, I don't care!"

Wang Shulin hung up the phone.

As soon as the phone was hung up, the fourth, fifth, and sixth phones rang again.

Assistant Little Wu ran over from the next office, sweating profusely: "Brother Wang, our external operation phones have been blown up. I've already answered 12 on my side. There are TV stations, magazine publishers, and three publishing houses, all saying they want to publish books and interview Brother Jiang!"

"Stop answering them, I can't make the decision!" Wang Shulin roared into the phone and slammed it down heavily.

"Can't you see I'm overwhelmed? Just reject them all."

"Yes, Brother Wang."

Then, the phone in the operations supervisor's office rang again.

He picked up the phone. The person on the other end was impatient and sounded extremely excited, seemingly very eager for Jiang Zhe to know about these matters.

"Hello, I am from a cultural media company in Modu. We want to sign an exclusive live streaming contract with Mr. Jiang, as well as the book rights and film/television adaptation rights. The package deal starts at eight figures a year; we can discuss the details in person."

Wang Shulin hung up.

The fifth landline rang again.

"Hello, I am from the Department of Culture and Tourism of Su Province. We would like to invite Mr. Jiang to serve as the Cultural Promotion Ambassador for Su Province. The endorsement fee starts at 10 million, and we can sign a three-year contract."

Wang Shulin hung up before listening to the rest.

Then came the sixth landline.

"Hello, I am from the tui bei tu Ancient Book Research Association. We would like to ask Mr. Jiang to help us interpret the last thirty hexagrams of the tui bei tu. We can pay..."

He hung up, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"Brother Wang, there are more and more calls, I can't answer them all!" Little Wu's voice came from outside the office, his face full of panic. "Brother Jiang is too popular. There weren't many calls before, but in this short while, our entire operations department has exploded."

Before Wang Shulin could speak, another subordinate also ran in from outside the office. "Brother Wang, what's going on? A tui bei tu book factory called, wanting to invite Jiang Zhe to be their brand ambassador, saying something about him being the officially designated interpreter of the tui bei tu."

"They even came up with the promotional ad slogan: 'Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang are no match for J!'"

Wang Shulin looked at the operations department through the tempered glass. With all the ringing phones, all twelve operators were busy answering calls in a panic.

"Brother Jiang, you have no idea how busy we are here!"

"It's all because of that one sentence of yours: 'I already knew.' A pack of wolves has smelled the scent of money and swarmed in."

"No wonder the country classified your information; no wonder you like quiet. So that's why. I finally understand!"

Wang Shulin slumped on the sofa, looking completely hopeless.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't~

Just then, Little Wu ran over again, rushing and looking excited: "Brother Wang, it's CCTV! I can't make the decision!"

Wang Shulin sprang up from the sofa with lightning speed.

CCTV—he didn't dare to reject them on Jiang Zhe's behalf; it was a state department!

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, preparing to walk out of the office to answer that call.

The red landline in the corner of the office suddenly rang.

That was the internal dedicated line.

Only a very small number of people knew this number.

The last time it rang was when Jiang Zhe predicted the explosion at the Jingxuange Hotel in Modu, involving a reincarnated firefighter, which led the leadership to ban the live streaming room, later resolved by the old leader.

Unexpectedly, it rang again!

The operators who had just rushed into the office instantly fell silent.

All subordinates looked at the red phone in unison.

Wang Shulin walked over nervously, picked up the phone, and put on a very serious expression.

A magnetic voice came from the other side. From the tone alone, one could tell that the official rank was extremely high!

"Is this Little Wang?"

Wang Shulin's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said nervously, "Yes, yes, yes, it is me, Little Wang."

"I am from the Cyberspace Administration of China. My surname is also Wang."

Wang Shulin's brain buzzed.

The Cyberspace Administration—not the provincial one, not the municipal one, but the damn national Cyberspace Administration.

He subconsciously stood up straight, his body extremely tense.

"Leader Wang, hello."

Wang Shulin was somewhat incoherent; this was pressure from a high position, and even the subordinates on the side couldn't help but tremble.

The voice on the other end of the phone, however, was unhurried and calm. "Little Wang, you don't need to be nervous. I just want to ask you a few questions."

"Please, please go ahead."

"Jiang Zhe's live stream—your platform has been providing technical support, right?"

Wang Shulin swallowed hard. "Yes, yes. Since the first day, our platform has been pushing the stream. All technical support, bandwidth resources, and server capacity expansion have been done by us."

"Hmm, then let me ask you, when did he know he was being live-streamed?"

Wang Shulin was covered in cold sweat; the beads of sweat on his forehead were freezing.

Jiang Zhe's information was classified. Once leaked, it would be treated as a crime of leaking state secrets, which would have a huge impact.

After struggling for a moment, he told the truth:

"This, this... actually, I only just found out myself."

"Just now, after he said that sentence in the live stream, everyone in our office was stunned."

"In other words, your platform wasn't sure either?"

"No, not sure. We previously thought he didn't know. Our operations team made several judgments and all felt that he really didn't know. He doesn't look at the bullet comments, doesn't respond to the audience, never mentions the word 'you all' in the live stream, always only talks to Xiaoyu, and has never exposed it once. He was very meticulous!"

After he finished speaking, the other end of the phone was silent for several seconds, waiting until Supervisor Wang was covered in cold sweat.

After a long while, the magnetic voice of the middle-aged man came through: "Have you all watched the content of his live stream?"

Wang Shulin nodded frantically, only realizing after nodding that the other person couldn't see him, looking very embarrassed. "Watched it, watched it. Everyone in our operations department is watching. From the first day until now, we haven't missed a single minute!"

"Then do you think the things he talks about are true?"

Wang Shulin was stunned. He had absolutely no idea how to answer.

From the tui bei tu to the Quantum Delayed Choice and fate, the revolving lantern; the Earth arranging for humanity... and countless other grand questions.

As someone who runs a live streaming platform's operations, what judgment could he possibly have?

But he knew that there were regular big shots in the live streaming room: Professor Guan from Huaqing University, Professor Chen from the Kyoto History Department, as well as the national scholar Wang Chongyang and his disciples like Zheng Ming, and other big shots were all there.

I guess it's true, right?

"Leader, I think it is true."

"Oh?" The other party became interested. "Why?"

Wang Shulin gradually calmed down, no longer as restrained. "Because those experts are not shills; Professor Chen Runzhi, Professor Ouyang Baili, Master Wang Chongyang, and others—we read their books when we were in school. They wouldn't cooperate with an ordinary person to act."

"And..."

"And what?"

"And Jiang Zhe has no need to lie to people. When he didn't know he was being live-streamed, the things he told Xiaoyu—those tones, those pauses, that 'Brother tells you,' it definitely couldn't be fake."

The other end of the phone fell into silence again.

This time, the silence lasted even longer.

Wang Shulin's heart was pounding wildly, and his palms were full of sweat.

He didn't know if he had said the wrong thing, didn't know why the big leader from the Cyberspace Administration would suddenly call, and he knew even less whether this call was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Little Wang."

"Yes!"

"Do you know Jiang Zhe's classification level?"

"Cl-classification level?"

"His current classification level is higher than that of your provincial governor."

"Ah?" Wang Shulin's pupils shrank, and his brain crashed a little.

"Therefore," the other party's voice was steady, but the speed of speech was significantly slower, "since the problem on your end isn't particularly big, your platform needs to do one thing well."

"Please, please go ahead."

"Everything must be based on Jiang Zhe's wishes."

Wang Shulin suspected he had misheard: "Wh-what?"

"If he doesn't want to be interviewed, don't let him be disturbed. If he doesn't want to appear in public, don't help him accept any announcements. If he doesn't want to go on shows, doesn't want to do endorsements, doesn't want to publish books—just let him stay quietly in his villa and tutor his sister."

"Your platform's technical support must continue."

"Whatever he talks about, you push it. Don't delete, don't edit, don't interfere."

"Also!"

The other party paused for a while before continuing to instruct: "That live streaming room of his, with thirty million people online simultaneously, do you know what that means?"

Wang Shulin shook his head: "No, I don't know."

"It means that every word he says, every paper written by Ouyang and others after the night ends, will be watched by the smartest brains in the world—those experts, scholars, and professors are all listening. After they listen, they will think, discuss, write papers, and conduct research."

"As far as I know, the USA's [xia nation consciousness] has already started to put it into practice."

"Jiang Zhe isn't lecturing; he is—sowing seeds."

Wang Shulin took a deep breath. "Sowing seeds?"

"Yes, Little Wang, do you understand?"

"Und-understood."

"Everything must be based on Jiang Zhe's wishes."

"Everything must be based on Jiang Zhe's wishes." Wang Shulin repeated it once, and the other side hung up completely.

Wang Shulin stood on the spot, his hand still holding the receiver, as if he had been frozen.

The subordinates on the side looked at him, and no one dared to speak first.

After a long time, Wang Shulin slowly put the receiver back.

Then he slumped in his chair, looking up at the ceiling, and let out a long breath.

"That was so damn stressful. If possible, I never want to talk to a big shot of that level again in my life."

"Also, Jiang Zhe, your classification level is actually higher than the provincial governor's!!!"

Just as Wang Shulin was sighing with emotion, on the big screen.

Xiaoyu gradually recovered from her previous panic.

She took a deep breath, her face still looking a bit nervous and self-reproachful. "Brother, you, you knew it all along? Since when?"

Jiang Zhe looked at her and showed a gentle smile.

"The third night after I finished talking about the tui bei tu completely."

After he finished speaking, Xiaoyu's pupils shrank, and the expression on her face was one of sudden realization, yet also somewhat stunned.

And Jiang Zhe would certainly not tell Xiaoyu—

After the system enhanced his attribute points through multiple tutoring sessions, his hearing had been significantly enhanced.

In the master bedroom of the old residential area, he could selectively hear the whispering of men and women in vehicles parked on the roadside a hundred meters away.

As for the sound of Xiaoyu whispering into her phone while hiding under the covers separated by a wall, it was as if she were singing loudly.

Not to mention that the old house left by his original parents was in disrepair!