Genius Club.

Chapter 140 Happy New Year
There was silence in Zhao Yingjun's huge office.

Lin Xian held the invitation letter from the Genius Club in his hand in front of his eyes and opened it in the moonlight.

Dear Ms. Zhao Yingjun:

You are invited to watch the new product launch of...

A URL and QR code are also included below.

He took out his phone and scanned it... As expected, it was the page for Apple's 2023 Spring Conference, just as it said.

Lin Xian cursed inwardly.

After going through so much trouble and effort, I finally managed to sneak into Zhao Yingjun's office...

But I never expected that this invitation was fake.

It's so ridiculously fake.

During this period of time, Lin Xian had wondered several times why Zhao Yingjun received an invitation letter?

She is unqualified in every aspect, and there is nothing unusual about her.

Moreover, for an organization that has been hidden in the long river of history for hundreds of years, or even nearly a thousand years, isn’t the way it sends invitations a bit outdated and unreliable?

He doubted many things.

I doubted many details.

I doubted everything about the Genius Club...

[But I never suspected that this invitation was fake! ]

This is so fucked up.

It almost made all his previous reasonings ridiculous and turned into a joke.

That woman.

"Oriole."

Lin Xian whispered this name which sounded like a pseudonym, but it didn't matter, a name itself was a mark, there was no real or fake distinction.

Now Lin Xian has also analyzed it clearly.

The purpose of this woman sending a fake invitation letter to Zhao Yingjun with great fanfare... was simply to arouse his suspicion about the authenticity of the dream and to arouse his interest in the Genius Club.

So even if Zhao Yingjun told him the contents of the invitation letter, even if he opened the invitation letter on the spot, it would not matter to Huang Que at all.

As long as Lin Xian can see the five words "Genius Club" appear in reality the day after he dreams about the Genius Club, the purpose of this mysterious woman Huang Que will be achieved.

But why did she do that?

She said she was not her enemy.

But he has never helped me with anything, and he said he couldn't tell me any information. How should I understand this?

The most important question is...

[Who is this woman? ]

Lin Xian walked to the sofa where she had sat before and touched the leather. In fact, there was still a trace of warmth left.

This means that the woman has actually been sitting here for some time.

seriously.

When he first caught a glimpse of the woman in the flash of lightning, at that moment Lin Xian indeed mistook her for Zhao Yingjun.

These two people are very similar, but also different.

It's an indescribable feeling.

Zhao Yingjun has a standard oval face, while this woman has a round face.

Zhao Yingjun has standard black pupils, while this woman has crystal blue eyes. She looks like a mixed-race, but she has a standard Dragon appearance.

Then there is the issue of age. Zhao Yingjun had just turned 24, while this woman looked to be at least in her thirties. Her temperament, charm, and fullness of figure were all significantly different from Zhao Yingjun.

But that unique temperament and feeling... Lin Xian felt that it was so similar to Zhao Yingjun.

"Who is this woman, then?"

Lin Xian frowned, puzzled.

Carefully analyzing what this woman said... there are actually a few things that can be made clear:

1. She knows herself very well and knows many of her secrets, including the laws of time and space that she herself summarized, and she also advises herself to study more.

2. Although the invitation letter is fake, the seal engraved on the wax block should be real. The black hand on the strange moon in the dream world is the best proof.

3. The woman said that she would wait for Lin Xian in the Genius Club, so she is most likely a member of the Genius Club.

4. The woman really had no overt ill will towards him. If she wanted to kill him, he would have died long ago.

Reasoning...

Lin Xian felt that perhaps the person who killed Xu Yun was not from the Genius Club.

Since this woman knew me so well, she must have known that I was the one who gave Xu Yun the research information. If she was the murderer of Xu Yun, then it wouldn't make sense that I would be fine after Xu Yun died.

Could it be that the murderer is indeed not the Genius Club, but someone else?

Then does the death of Big Face Cat’s father have nothing to do with the Genius Club?

……

Lin Xian was very annoyed.

It felt like the thoughts that I had just sorted out were all messed up in an instant.

It was really overturned in an instant, and almost all the reasoning results about the genius club had to be overturned and started again.

"too difficult……"

Lin Xian stuffed the fake invitation letter back into Zhao Yingjun's drawer.

"The main reason is that there are too few clues. There are none in reality, and I can't find them in my dreams. No one knows who I ask, and there are fake news everywhere."

At this moment, Lin Xian somewhat agreed with what the woman who called herself "Yellow Bird" said -

"To find the answer to all this... the easiest way is to get a real invitation to the Genius Club."

Dong. Lin Xian closed the drawer, put the Ferrari key in it, and walked out of the heavy password door. He looked back at the desk under the moonlight and the sofa where the woman named Huang Que had sat... and then he closed the door and left.

boom!
……

the next day.

The heavy double-layer password door opened, and Zhao Yingjun walked in. He blinked and looked at the neat and tidy, pleasing office, and Lin Xian who was watering the potted plants:

"It's amazing... you're so efficient."

Lin Xian smiled slightly and put down the kettle.

I came to Zhao Yingjun's office so early today to clean up the traces from last night and see if there was anything left behind.

My own, that woman, the one who owns it.

But nothing.

Lin Xian simply gave Zhao Yingjun's office a thorough cleaning.

In fact, it is very convenient to clean the office. After all, it is not a home. There is no fumes, no food, and not so many miscellaneous things. Basically, you just need to mop the floor, wipe the table, wipe the glass, and organize the files.

Very relaxed.

Anyway... since I'm nominally a part-time secretary, I still have to do some of the work I'm supposed to do, and I'll think about the rest after the New Year.

"Do you still want these things? If not, just throw them away as garbage."

Lin Xian pointed at a pile of miscellaneous items on the coffee table, and on top of it was the fake invitation to the Genius Club.

Zhao Yingjun took a look, flipped through it briefly, and shook his head:

"They are all useless things. Just deal with them as you see fit. I believe in your ability and there is no need to report every detail. Even if the company is officially closed for the holiday today, you should go back home early to avoid traffic jams."

"it is good."

Later, when Lin Xian threw away the garbage, he still kept the fake invitation letter and put it back home.

Even though it's fake.

But it’s not completely false.

Better keep it for now.

……

At the high-speed railway station, Lin Xian stretched lazily.

Even though Donghai is so close to Hangzhou, I haven't been home for a year.

After arriving in Hangzhou, he bought a lot of cigarettes, alcohol and various gifts, and brought a lot of things for his mom and dad.

Lin Xian's parents were very happy to see him, and asked him a lot about his work and life. Lin Xian told his parents that he made a lot of money, but he didn't say how much specifically... As for his parents' small-peasant mentality, if they knew he had so much money, they would probably worry about it every day and wouldn't be able to sleep well.

Lin Xian planned to buy a house in the city for his parents to live in, but the old couple refused, saying that they had more friends and relatives here and it would be more comfortable to live here. Lin Xian's mother quickly hid the bank card she left for them in the innermost drawer...it seemed that she had no intention of spending it at all. His father also hid all the good cigarettes and wine in the innermost part of the inner room...saying that he would take them out when Lin Xian got married.

Lin Xian saw it and sighed with a smile.

This is probably what Longguo-style parents are like.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Lin Xian is helping his family prepare New Year's goods, so he has no time to dream in the next two days.

But the New Year's Eve...

Give yourself a few days off, too.

As long as I don't trigger any strong butterfly effect and Xindonghai City can't fly away, let Big Face Cat and CC continue to play Infernal Affairs.

Crackling, crackling, crackling, crackling——

Amid the explosion of firecrackers and fireworks and the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala on TV, the traditional New Year of Dragon Country officially arrived.

Ding Dong!

Exactly at 0:0, Lin Xian's cell phone rang.

He opened WeChat and found that it was a message from Zhao Yingjun:

"Happy New Year."

Very simple four words.

Lin Xian didn't think too much about it and was about to reply -

Unexpectedly, the message icon in the upper left corner exploded! In the [Leaderless Small Group] where their design team employees were, the chat messages soared:
"Did you guys receive it? Mr. Zhao actually sent me a Happy New Year message personally!"

"The sun really is rising from the west! I have it too! And it's 0:0! Mr. Zhao is so thoughtful!"

"It's weird... There was no such tradition in previous years. Ms. Zhao is not someone who cares about these small details. It's good enough for her to send everyone a Happy New Year message. How could she send it at the exact time of New Year's Eve like today?"

"Yes, I am also a veteran employee of the company. In the past, Mr. Zhao had no reaction at all during festivals, but now he sends Happy New Year messages to everyone on time. He is really thoughtful."

……

It turned out to be the case.

Lin Xian put down his phone, it seemed that he had thought too much.

He originally thought that Zhao Yingjun had sent the message to him individually, but he didn't expect it to be a group message.

Is there any need to reply?

After thinking about it, I decided to reply politely.

"I also wish you a happy new year and all your wishes come true!"

After replying, Lin Xian put down his phone, turned around and went out to watch the fireworks.

This year, Hangzhou made an exception and lifted the restrictions on fireworks during the Spring Festival. The sky was truly colorful and full of highlights.

Ding dong.

The dim cell phone screen suddenly lit up, showing an unread message from Zhao Yingjun.

But amid the sound of fireworks flying all over the sky, the ding-dong sound did not cause any ripples.

The screen stayed on for a few seconds...

Gradually extinguished.

(End of this chapter)