The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 788 - 630 Plagiarism, Abusing Trash, Falling from Horse [1 more update]_3

He clenched his teeth and managed to get the words out, "Take her, capture her for me..."

"A thesis paper, three hundred million dollars," Ying Zijin lifted him up and pinned him against the wall, "Money seems easy to earn, easier than I can earn."

The president shuddered, "I warn you, this is the International Physics Center, don’t make trouble, or you’ll never be able to get along in the physics community ever again!"

He had seen a photo of Ying Zijin before.

The only one who could come to rescue Zuo Li was Ying Zijin.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ying Zijin twisted his wrist expressionlessly.

Another scream tore through the air, and the president almost passed out from the pain.

Ying Zijin squatted down, grabbed his shoulders, squeezed hard, and slowly ground the bones, her tone indifferent, "Do you think I care about that?"

The president was utterly terrified, his screams unceasing.

He was just a businessman, used to exercising and being protected by bodyguards; how could he have ever suffered such injury?

"Stop!" A black-clothed bodyguard shouted fiercely, "If you don’t let the president go, I’ll blow her brains out!"

The gun in his hand was aimed at Sinai, who had followed them in, and he sneered, "My gun doesn’t have eyes!"

Ying Zijin turned her head.

"No way, you don’t really think I’m that easy to bully, do you?" Sinai pressed her watch again, "Under normal circumstances, I’m considered a ’big sister,’ and you’re not even as tall as my legs, you know?"

With a "whoosh," a laser beam shot out from the watch and hit the gun in the bodyguard’s hand.

As if it had contacted a high-temperature furnace, the gun began to melt like snow, quickly turning into a puddle of liquid.

The black-clothed bodyguard was stunned.

His legs trembled, and with a "thump," he knelt on the ground: "Mercy, please, mercy!"

Sinai put her hands back in her pockets: "Boring."

"Let’s go." Ying Zijin walked out with Zuo Li.

The president was still lying on the ground, unable to move at all.

"Classmate Ying, I’m sorry," Zuo Li was truly remorseful, "I couldn’t get your paper back, and you even had to come rescue me."

"Power looks for those to oppress, it’s a common thing, without power, you are bound to be suppressed," Ying Zijin consoled him in return, "Professor Zuo, you needn’t apologize." ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"I’m not really in trouble, but you..." Zuo Li frowned, "Classmate Ying, just go directly to Professor Herwen and tell him, with his status in the physics community, he can surely protect you."

"That would be treating the symptoms, not the disease," Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows slightly, "They have clearly done this many times before."

"Exactly," Zuo Li clenched his fist, "That damned president even told me, I’m not as compliant as others."

How many people must have lost the honors rightfully theirs.

And how many others have been parading around in the academic world with things that aren’t even theirs.

But they don’t have Ying Zijin’s connections.

Ying Zijin glanced at the sign on the first floor wall and pondered, "The investor of the International Physics Center is the Venus Group?"

Zuo Li was startled, "It seems so, oh, are you looking for President Fu? But he is only the president of the Asia-Pacific region, and the academic-related investments are executed by the headquarters in O-Continent."

It was the O-Continent headquarters, not the O-Alliance region.

Even the president of the O-Alliance region didn’t have the qualifications to influence academic investments.

The Asia-Pacific region, although well developed, was still not comparable to the O-Alliance region, due to its later establishment.

"He is not the president of the Asia-Pacific region."

"What?"

Ying Zijin dialed a number, "He is the Chief Executive."