On the plane, Nangong Liang put on his headphones and closed his eyes to rest. Chen Qingyang took out a book called "The Platform Sutra of the Sixth Patriarch", which he found on the old lady's bookshelf. After turning a few pages, he found it very interesting. After obtaining the old lady's consent, he brought it over.

Two hours later, the plane landed at the airport in Haicheng. Chen Qingyang immediately called the old lady to report safety. The old lady on the other end of the phone repeatedly reminded Chen Qingyang for a few minutes before hanging up the phone reluctantly.

Outside the airport, the driver arranged by Chen Bailang had been waiting for a long time. Looking at the bright red BMW luxury car in front of him, Chen Qingyang shook his head helplessly. The taste of the nouveau riche was still as coquettish as ever.

Haicheng is an international metropolis. In this place where every inch of land is valuable, the most important thing is rich people.

However, the BMW 8 Series luxury car that Chen Qingyang and the others rode on, Chen Bailang, the most popular nouveau riche, still won a lot of resurgence.

Not long after, this valuable BMW luxury car parked at the entrance of Fuhai University.

Fuhai University is a century-old school and one of the few famous schools in China that can compete with Huaqing and Yanda in Beijing. Countless students squeezed their heads and wanted to step into this school gate, but finally looked at the unattainable score and felt sad.

However, even if God closes a front door for you, he will leave a back door for you. However, not many people can walk in through this back door. These people have their own protagonist aura since they were born. Chen Qingyang is undoubtedly one of them. He can only make a phone call.
Chapter completed!