Zhou Xing was genuinely furious!
Since this Dean wanted to throw his weight around!
Then Zhou Xing would play along with him.
Let's see whose background... was tougher.
Although his family wasn't powerful enough to look down on everyone within China.
Dealing with a mere Dean was still more than sufficient.
Zhou Xing swaggered out of the Dean's office.
He walked out the main door.
He immediately took out his phone.
And dialed a call to Zhou Jianping.
"Beep..."
The phone rang three times before it was answered.
"What made you think of calling me all of a sudden?"
Zhou Jianping's voice came through the phone: "Are you out of money, too scared to ask your mom, so you're trying your luck with me?"
"Dad, it's like this..."
Zhou Xing straightforwardly recounted everything that happened today.
Without any concealment, including the part where he attacked the Dean.
After Zhou Xing finished speaking, Zhou Jianping on the other end of the line was silent for a moment, then asked: "Are you hurt?"
"No."
Zhou Xing shook his head as he said.
"That's alright then..."
Zhou Jianping muttered softly before saying: "Hmm, I got it."
"Okay."
Zhou Xing also replied.
The other end hung up the phone.
The corner of Zhou Xing's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile.
Communication between father and son was just that simple and direct, rarely lasting more than a few minutes.
As long as the message was conveyed, that was enough.
The rest of the matters didn't require Zhou Xing to worry about at all.
Zhou Jianping's words were already very clear: let him focus on his studies, which proved that he would personally handle the following matters.
With Zhou Jianping stepping in, everything would naturally be settled.
From the moment he decided to do this, he had already thought it through.
He was essentially in the right. Even if his parents found out, based on Zhou Xing's understanding of them, they would stand by his side without hesitation.
Zhou Xing wasn't mistaken. Although Zhou Jianping was brief with his words, he didn't find Zhou Xing's actions inappropriate.
No matter how their life trajectories changed, they were still those same overprotective parents.
Nothing had changed... Back in the Dean's office.
The Dean got up, his face covered in blood, looking somewhat terrifying.
However, his injuries weren't fatal and posed no threat to his life.
He was mostly filled with anger.
A New Student actually dared to attack him, the Dean, and beat him up like this.
It was simply lawless.
He subconsciously took out his phone, preparing to call security to have Zhou Xing restrained first, lest he escape... then deal with him slowly later.
As the Dean, wanting to deal with a New Student was simply too easy.
But just as he dialed out, he quickly hung up again.
In his mind, he replayed the words Zhou Xing said before leaving.
The other party's calmness exceeded his imagination.
Daring to treat him like this, showing not a trace of panic on his face—either they had powerful backing, or they were mentally ill.
Based on his interaction with Zhou Xing.
The other party was not only not stupid but also very smart.
The Patek Philippe he wore also proved his significant background.
The Dean only felt his head throbbing, a splitting headache.
He originally thought the other party was just a nouveau riche with some money. Now it seemed it might not be that simple.
The Dean hurriedly sat down in his chair and turned on his computer.
Ignoring his injuries, he started searching.
"Zhou... Zhou Jianping."
The Dean thought for a long time before somewhat uncertainly typing this name into the search bar.
He pressed the enter key.
The internet speed wasn't very stable; the browser kept spinning in circles.
The Dean felt as if every second was an eternity.
Finally... more than ten seconds later.
The page loaded, appearing before him.
Zhou Jianping, born in 1975 in Hangzhou.
Chairman of Jianghan Heavy Industry Group.
The group's industries encompass steel, metallurgy, machinery, energy... and many other sectors.
It also has involvement in the aerospace metals field.
Jianghan Heavy Industry Group has been selected multiple times for China's top 500 companies list, ranking within the top 100.
So far, the company is not publicly listed, so its valuation cannot be estimated.
However... according to evaluations by relevant institutions, Jianghan Heavy Industry Group's total enterprise valuation has already exceeded one trillion.
Chairman Zhou Jianping's shareholding is worth at least three hundred billion... The Dean, sitting in his chair, almost fell off.
Three hundred billion!
That could easily secure the position of China's richest person.
At the same time... behind this wealth lay countless things he couldn't possibly withstand.
Rich people.
The Dean wasn't afraid of them.
After all... he was also in a university, and in Shanghai at that.
The school formed its own system, and the president's status and position were not low.
Ordinary rich people couldn't possibly meddle in.
That's why he dared to covet Zhou Xing's donation and ask for fifty million.
Even if discovered by a student, the other party couldn't do anything to him.
But... that was for ordinary rich people.
Zhou Jianping clearly didn't fall into that category.
Three hundred billion!
When money reaches a certain level, it causes a qualitative change.
The saying 'money can move heaven and earth' isn't just empty words.
With just this family background, Zhou Xing was not someone he could afford to offend.
Most importantly... Zhou Jianping was in the heavy industry sector and also involved in the aerospace field.
The implications of that were self-evident.
This wasn't something that could be achieved simply with ability; it further proved that Zhou Jianping had extremely strong influence.
His connections spanned all of China.
Others might not be able to reach in, but Zhou Jianping might be a different story.
He might not only be able to reach in but could also pull him down from his position.
No wonder... Zhou Xing could be so confident, not even putting him in his eyes.
Even before leaving, he looked as if victory was assured.
This time... he hadn't just kicked an iron plate; he had kicked a steel plate.
The Dean stood there dumbfounded.
Sitting there with a pale face.
He didn't snap out of it for a long time.
He just stared blankly at the page on the computer screen, the introduction about Zhou Jianping.
"Drip, drip..."
Drops of blood dripped onto the desk.
The pain from his broken nose bridge persisted.
But the Dean had no time to attend to it.
He no longer thought about how to get back at Zhou Xing; his mind was completely occupied with how to get through this crisis and preserve his current position.
"Go beg the president!"
A glimmer of light flashed in the Dean's eyes, then quickly faded.
Once this matter was reported to the president, his own deeds would no longer be concealable and would definitely be exposed.
Moreover, even the president might not necessarily be able to handle Zhou Jianping.
After thinking for over half an hour.
The Dean discovered, dejectedly, that he had no way to handle this situation.
In front of such a figure, he was as insignificant as an ant.
In the end... the Dean slumped in his chair, as if his soul had left him, a look of utter despair on his face.
He suddenly realized.
This time... he seemed to be finished.