This person really knows how to be reborn!

Chapter 45 The Leadership Threshold is a Bit High

Zeng Cheng's witty remark, brimming with emotional intelligence, won Meng Zhou some favor.

But that's all.

Meng Zhou did not initiate a conversation with Zeng Cheng.

But this did not stump Zeng Cheng.

He paused for two seconds before continuing, "Principal Meng, since you love reading so much, you must have a large collection of books at home, right?"

Meng Zhou nodded lightly: "It's not too many, only five or six thousand copies."

It was clear he wasn't very interested. He discussed the topic in detail with Zeng Cheng.

Meng Zhou loves reading, so naturally he loves collecting books.

Many people have already praised his book collection.

He didn't think this student, whose name he didn't even know, could come up with any new tricks for praising him.

To Meng Zhou's surprise, Zeng Cheng didn't continue discussing the book collection with him. Instead, he changed the subject: "Principal Meng, your bookshelf must be incredibly beautiful!"

Meng Zhou's eyes lit up immediately.

Don't say it!

Seriously!

Zeng Cheng's two sentences instantly hit Meng Zhou's sweet spot.

Meng Zhou was already tired of hearing Qi Jiahao's flattery.

He'd heard plenty of boasts about his large book collection; his ears were practically calloused from hearing it.

But no one has ever praised his bookshelf as much as Zeng Cheng has.

Tap the blackboard—this is called finding a new path.

For example, when pursuing a girl, if everyone else praises her for being pretty, you should praise her for being smart. If others praise her for being both smart and pretty, you should praise her for being kind-hearted.

"Well, not really, it's just a regular bookshelf..."

Meng Zhou finally took the initiative to speak to Zeng Cheng, glancing at Tao Xingzhi as he spoke, "Old Tao, this student—"

Tao Xingzhi was quite sensible; he immediately pulled Zeng Cheng to his side and introduced him with a cheerful smile: "Old Meng, this student is Zeng Cheng."

Meng Zhou exclaimed in surprise, "The only person in Sichuan Province to get a perfect score in mathematics this year's college entrance examination?"

Zeng Cheng also played the "false modesty" card, quickly waving his hand: "Principal Meng, it was just luck. My actual math level is just so-so..."

Meng Zhou's eyes held an even greater appreciation.

Intelligent, articulate, and humble—it's truly rare to find someone who embodies all three qualities.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Meng Zhou asked someone a question.

"Zeng Cheng, with your grades, you won't get into a good major at Tsinghua or Peking University, but you have much better options than Sichuan University. Tell me, why do you want to apply to Sichuan University?"

Zeng Cheng instantly maxed out his CPU and spoke with a sincere expression.

"President Meng, first of all, the School of Economics at Sichuan University is quite strong, with two majors that are both national A+ level disciplines. This is the primary reason why I applied to Sichuan University."

"The secondary reason—Principal Meng, please don't laugh at me for saying this, but I feel like I haven't grown up much yet. I miss my mother if I'm away from home for more than two days, so I don't want to leave the province."

His answer was well thought out.

Meng Zhou could say that Sichuan University is trash—and indeed it is trash compared to the top five universities and C9 universities—but Zeng Cheng couldn't follow suit.

To insist that Sichuan University is inferior to those other prestigious universities is too unrealistic; it simply cannot compare, and that's an objective fact.

Therefore, we have to boast from the perspective of majors and disciplines—which 985 university doesn't have a few top-notch majors?

Then there's homesickness and missing mom, which is the easiest to evoke emotional resonance.

He has a mother too!

As Zeng Cheng had expected, Meng Zhou's gaze towards him became increasingly gentle.

After three consecutive superhuman performances, the high threshold of a certain high-ranking leader was finally broken.

Meng Zhou patted Zeng Cheng on the shoulder and said cheerfully, "Are you free tonight? Invite your parents, and let's have a casual meal together."

"What?"

Zeng Cheng was somewhat bewildered.

Meng Zhou actually treated him to dinner alone, which was quite beyond his expectations.

They have self-awareness.

Even though he had excellent college entrance exam scores, including the only perfect score in math in the province, and had provided Meng Zhou with a huge amount of emotional value today, making him feel very comfortable, there was no need for a high-ranking official like Meng Zhou to invite him to dinner alone.

Unless there is another motive.

Then the question arises: what good things can one expect from oneself right now?

Despite his doubts, Zeng Cheng readily agreed.

Being able to establish a good relationship with the executive vice president of Sichuan University before entering the university was a huge advantage for his subsequent entrepreneurial endeavors.

Seeing this scene, Qi Jiahao felt very annoyed.

He certainly knew what it meant for Principal Meng to invite him to dinner alone.

With this connection, how can one not take off from where they started after entering university?

I was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

An even stronger emotion is frustration.

I used to think that Zeng Cheng was inferior to me in every way.

As a result, after Labor Day, this kid seemed to have received a divine awakening.

First, his grades improved by leaps and bounds, leaving him far behind.

Then, while he was still having a blast during the summer vacation, this guy quietly created such a wildly popular arcade.

Now, they've completely crushed themselves in their own area of ​​expertise.

Damn it, Zeng Cheng, can't you leave me a way out?

After Zeng Cheng agreed, Meng Zhou casually mentioned, "By the way, Zeng Cheng, I heard from your Principal Tao that you have a pretty good relationship with Yu Baiwei, this year's provincial top scorer in the college entrance examination. If it's okay, why don't we invite Yu Baiwei to dinner tonight?"

Zeng Cheng, being such a shrewd person, naturally got it immediately.

So, why did Old Deng suddenly want to treat everyone to dinner? It turns out he was just doing it as a side thing; the real purpose was to invite Yu Baiwei, the provincial champion.

This is easy to understand.

This is probably the first time in all these years that Sichuan University has admitted a provincial top scorer; it's an unprecedented event.

For Meng Zhou, what a significant political achievement this is!

Inviting Yu Baiwei to dinner to finalize this matter is not only a matter of course, but also of paramount importance.

Why didn't they invite Yu Baiwei separately? Zeng Cheng guessed that they probably did, but they couldn't get her to agree.

This is indeed the case.

Meng Zhou called Chen Danqing last night.

The wealthy woman lost patience after a couple of sentences, coldly replied "No time" and hung up.

"Beep beep beep—"

Hearing the dial tone, a high-ranking official at the department level must be furious.

What kind of family is so arrogant?

Out of resentment, Meng Zhou made some inquiries, and immediately calmed down afterward—he was unworthy.

But the more I thought about it, the more confused I became.

Given Yu Baiwei's academic achievements and family background, how could she possibly end up studying at Sichuan University?

Just as he is not worthy of being angry with a certain noblewoman, Shuda is not worthy of having Yu Baiwei.

Completely baffled, Meng Zhou simply asked Tao Xingzhi, only to find out the reason—it turned out that Yu Baiwei had been tricked into coming to Shuda University by Zeng Cheng.

The adult world is indeed quite greasy; they like to play tricks like using a rather long map of the Yan Kingdom.

After muttering a complaint to himself, Zeng Cheng didn't dare to agree directly.

Chen Danqing has been in Dezhou for the past two days, and he's not confident he can get Yu Baiwei to come out.

"Principal Meng, I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee that Yu Baiwei will come out. Her mother is very strict with her."

"Um."

Meng Zhou nodded and didn't say anything more.

He had witnessed firsthand how arrogant a certain noblewoman could be.