Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 238 Face hurts, World’s Richest! [2 more updates]

Do they have to state their point so bluntly before realizing how embarrassing they are?

Why never learn from experience?

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[What? You’re telling me the Tongxin Pendant was found by a high school student?!]

[Although I want to say it’s fake, the Cultural Relics Bureau Archaeology Center has no need to spread such falsehoods, so it seems that indeed Ye Wanlan found it.]

[Everyone at the Archaeology Center initially agreed the Tongxin Pendant was destroyed. After sending so many people to search for it without success, it’s incredible. How did she manage to find it?]

[As long as one truly loves history, participating in this show is beyond reproach, but if someone intends to use the program to create a spectacle, it must be resisted.]

[To be honest, a student of history finding the Tongxin Pendant can only be attributed to good luck. Do we really expect her to have any actual ability?]

"This is outrageous! They’ve said all there is, both good and bad," Professor Xue couldn’t contain his anger, "We’ve thrown the facts in their face, yet they still have more to say."

"Old Xue, haven’t you been online much before?" Rong Yu said, waving his fan, "The internet is like this, a mixed bag, everyone has something to say, just look at it and move on."

"That may be true, but seeing them talk about Wanlan like that makes me angry!" Professor Xue huffed, then suddenly realized what was happening, "You little rascal, what did you call me? The disrespect is unbearable!"

"What’s wrong, Old Xue?" Rong Yu pretended to be clueless, "Isn’t my brother also calling Student Ye ’Xiao Wan’? Calling you Old Xue is quite reasonable."

Professor Xue exclaimed in anger: "Go away!"

Having got the better end of the exchange, Rong Yu quickly scooted off.

"Professor, according to the data analysis, currently more people favor ’Treasures of The Divine Land’, with the ratio of fans to detractors being eight to two," Ye Wanlan said with a faint smile, "Moreover, the number of people who reserved the show has doubled just within one day, proving the benefits far outweigh the disadvantages. You don’t need to be angry."

Professor Xue was taken aback: "Where did you get these data?"

"Sister Lan researched it specifically," Fang Qingli shook her tablet, "With this program, our entertainment company’s PR and new media departments have been having an easier time. We can analyze the current online situation at a glance."

Professor Xue: "...You, be careful when you’re recording the show, don’t reveal too much of your capabilities, understand?"

He was worried that the people in the entertainment industry might poach talent from him!

Professor Xue was indeed concerned, especially since Ye Wanlan’s appearance was particularly striking.

"Professor Xue, don’t worry, Sister Lan is the boss after all, who ever heard of a boss working as an employee?" Fang Qingli said beamingly, "Wouldn’t that be turning the world upside down?"

Ye Wanlan turned her head to Fang Qingli and said, "’Annus Mirabilis’ is already finished filming. We plan to release it during the New Year slot as the viewership is highest during the winter break. It’s an opportunity we can’t miss."

"Understood, Sister Lan," Fang Qingli nodded, "It’s just that the competition during the New Year slot is fierce, and we are actively negotiating with various TV stations."

"Good," Ye Wanlan said, "If you encounter any issues, come straight to me."

Upon hearing this, Professor Xue chimed in: "There’s no better TV station than Yunjing Television Station, right? Wanlan, I’ve always been unable to assist you, but I must help with this."

Ye Wanlan didn’t refuse, smiling and nodding: "Then I’ll have to thank you, Professor. It would be an honor for ’Annus Mirabilis’ to broadcast on Yunjing Television Station."

"This series looks pretty good," Professor Xue pushed his glasses and glanced at the series synopsis, "Such a rare female-led political drama that promotes so much intangible cultural heritage. Don’t worry, Yunjing Television Station loves these kinds of dramas!"

"Thanks to Sister Lan’s investments, we were able to preserve the authenticity of the series," Fang Qingli spoke, "The old adaptation had added too much romance and even shifted all the female lead’s brilliant scenes to the male lead."

"That cannot be changed, that must not be changed," Professor Xue waved his hand, "I’ll take it to my old friends right away. We’ll definitely have this series broadcast during the New Year slot!"

**

The setting sun cast its glow westwards, painting the sky with extravagant shades of dusk.

From afar came the melodic sounds of a violin, someone wearing sunglasses playing an erhu by the city wall, while a host of artisans created sugar paintings and paper cuttings on the street.

Ye Wanlan walked along the renovated ancient path, but her thoughts drifted back three hundred years.

Fengyuan had indeed changed a great deal from before.

At a stone table by the lake, an old man was engrossed in a game of chess, sometimes frowning in deep thought, sometimes sighing.

He had no audience, just sitting there alone in silence.

Ye Wanlan approached and stood behind the old man.

It was clear that what lay before them was an endgame.

This endgame, she had once solved it.

The old man was quite skilled, each move deliberate, but eventually he could find no breakthrough.

The old man let out a long sigh, troubled by his inability to unravel the chess game.

Ye Wanlan finally spoke up: "With the white pieces, move here."

She reached out, her index and middle finger gripping a white chess piece and gently placed it onto an empty spot on the board.

Upon this move, the old man’s expression suddenly brightened: "This, this is..."

After that white piece was played, it shockingly broke the deadlock of the black and white pieces!

The formerly defensive white pieces turned the tables instantly and started attacking.

The momentum of attack and defense shifted dramatically!

Only then did the old man make three more moves, conclusively finishing the endgame.

Turning around, he was surprised to see a very young face: "Young lady, do you understand chess?"

"I often watched the teachers play Go and picked up a thing or two," Ye Wanlan replied with a slight smile, "I had come across this particular endgame in my teacher’s book before, and so it made a deep impression on me."

"Your teacher?" the old man was even more astonished, and also grew more respectful, "May I ask which master it was?"

This was a legacy endgame handed down from ancient times — something that even contemporary Go players wouldn’t pay attention to.

Other than someone like him, who had nothing to do all day, who else would study such endgames?

Ye Wanlan fell silent for a moment before speaking softly, "My revered teacher is no longer with us."

Although the King of Yan’s bones had perished, he had merged with Yan Mountain.

The mountain was his bones; the river, his blood.

But what about the Great Master of the Daning, Han Yunsheng?

His bones reduced to dust, scattered with a single blow, nothing left to grasp.

The demise of the Female Prime Minister, Shen Mingshu, was recorded in a single brief sentence — the enemy captured her alive, decapitated her, and threw her corpse into the wilderness.

By coming to Fengyuan, she also wished to see if she could find any of her teachers’ relics.

It wasn’t right to let them pass on so utterly, leaving nothing behind.

If she could encounter an antique like the Qingyun Pendant, then although it would be a historical regression, she could at least see them again.

The old man froze for a moment, then said in a rush, "I apologize, my dear, it was not intentional."

"No harm done, you meant no ill," Ye Wanlan came back to herself and shook her head gently, "How long have you lived in Fengyuan?"

The old man stroked his beard, smiling warmly, "Oh, for several decades now. Last century, this place was all bungalows, but look at it now — skyscrapers everywhere. Science and the economy have advanced so quickly; who would have thought that this was a ghost town at the beginning of the last century?"

Back then, countless citizens of Fengyuan died or were wounded in the war. Those who could escape fled far and never returned.

"Yes," Ye Wanlan looked up, "That’s very good."

In this way, the hardships endured by the martyrs were all worth it.

The old man laughed even more heartily, "Where are you from, young lady?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Fengyuan."

"Fengyuan?"

The man seemed puzzled.

If Ye Wanlan was from Fengyuan, he would have known. After all...

Still, the man didn’t press the matter but instead started collecting the white and black stones, "Would you be interested in having a real game?"

"I would be honored," Ye Wanlan raised her hand, "You first."

By the time the game was over, it was already 8 pm.

Ye Wanlan said her farewells to the old man.

The man remained where he was, not leaving. He stood with his hands behind his back, watching the retreating figure of the girl, "Ye Wanlan, to stem raging torrents before their surge; what a good name!"

In his lonely, monotonous life, he had finally met an interesting young lady.

The old man took several photos of the Go board and then, humming a tune, took his leave.

**

Meanwhile, Ye Wanlan had returned to her hotel.

She had just changed into her house clothes when her phone alerted her to a new friend request.

[Producer]: Greetings, Miss Ye, I am the producer of "Treasures of The Divine Land."

[Ye Wanlan]: Hello.

[Producer]: I’ve heard all about it from Elder Master Xue — we owe you a great deal for this occasion. As long as our program achieves grand success in Shenzhou, we will certainly be able to go international!

Ye Wanlan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

She had already previewed part of the "Treasures of The Divine Land" script, which was co-authored by several professors from Yunjing University and was extremely substantial.

One could foresee that should "Treasures of The Divine Land" be introduced to the Global Center and other countries, it would surely cause a historical sensation.

Three hundred years ago, all nations admired the Ning Dynasty.

Three hundred years later, although they looked down upon the present-day Shenzhou, everyone still yearned for the Shenzhou of old, or else Shenzhou University wouldn’t be named after it.

"Treasures of The Divine Land" presented an excellent opportunity for Shenzhou culture to reach beyond its borders and further expand Shenzhou’s influence.

Moreover, it would earn a great deal more money.

Ye Wanlan pondered for a moment, then opened her phone, entered a group chat, and sent a message.

[YN]: @World’s Richest, are you interested in joining forces to make a big sum of money?

The cream, of course, should never flow into others’ fields.

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