Jiang Zhixian took advantage of his plan. After getting the first section of the key, he asked the old crab to deal with Dong Yuexing and hold him back.
Next is Ruan Yu. If the medicine he researches can revive the daughter of Vice President Tang Ming, they can obtain the second key.
The third key is in Zhang Shengfang's hands. If everything goes well, they can get it tonight.
The fourth stage key is Ruan Yu, so he doesn’t need to mention it, he can directly target the fifth stage key.
Ruan Yu did not say this secret key explicitly because the person who holds it is the old king. After the old king dies, the secret key will be handed over to the next successor. Neither Qin Chengxu nor Qin Chengshang will let it go so easily. They spoke.
The sixth section of the secret key is in the hands of Wen Cai personally, and the possibility of him taking the initiative to tell the secret key is almost zero. Unless he can be grasped and forced to submit.
So now the question is, how to get these six keys within 10 days?
"You already have a plan?" Shen thought quietly for a long time, but had no clue.
She put her eyes on Jiang Zhixian and saw that he was calm and composed, as if he was already confident.
"I don't have a plan, but I have a strategy. Do you want to listen?" Jiang Zhixian leaned against an old locust tree, holding a leaf in his hand and rubbing it several times, as if he wanted to caress every inch of it.
Shen Qingqian's heart moved, and her eyes showed strong interest, "What tactic?"
"burn one's boats!"
"burn one's boats?"
…
In the evening, a low-key silver-gray small shuttle landed quietly at the door of the mental hospital.
Then, a white-haired old man in a suit and meticulously combed hair stood at the iron gate with a majestic look.
Chen Zhong was the first to notice the movement at the door.
But he didn't go up to him, he just raised his head and nodded slightly in the direction of the door, saying, "You're here?"
As soon as he said this, Jiang Zhixian guessed the identity of the old gentleman in front of him.
"Yes." Zhang Shengfang walked into the yard and his eyes quickly fell on Jiang Zhixian. "Are you the Jiang family boy?"
He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were critical, and his whole body was imposing. It looked like he was used to being in a high position.
Jiang Zhixian was neither humble nor arrogant, and responded calmly, "Jiang Zhixian."
It's like self-reporting.
Zhang Shengfang rarely looked at him more than once, looked him over from beginning to end, and then said: "Compared with your grandfather, he is a bit inferior."
These words were spoken completely and with the authority of an elder.
Jiang Zhixian was calm, his expression unchanged, "My grandfather is a good general of the empire, so naturally I can't compare to him."
"I heard you want to see me?" Zhang Shengfang took off his coat, put it on his knees, and continued walking into the yard.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly fell on a corner of the yard, and his eyebrows gradually knitted together.
Shen quietly searched all her memories and found that she had never met Zhang Shengfang, but she only forgot that she and Turan were twins.
As one of the six professors of the institute, Zhang Shengfang had come into contact with Turan countless times. However, Tulan's simulated portrait was very similar to Shen Qingqiu, so he recognized it at a glance.
"Miss Shen?" Zhang Shengfang turned around, his voice filled with a chill.
Shen quietly felt that something was wrong, but there was no way to hide, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet, stand up and say hello.
"Professor Zhang."
During the Zerg War, Professor Zhang Shengfang was sent to support the army led by Zhong Zhong. The two of them ate and lived together for several years, and they were considered life-or-death friends.
This is why Shen Qingqiu initially planned to use his grandfather's favor to play the emotional card.
But in fact, she didn't have much confidence. After all, Grandpa Changchang and Zhang Shengfang had gradually lost contact over the years. It seemed that political differences had arisen.
Zhang Shengfang was a serious man with a dark face, which made him feel very stressed just by looking at him.
Just when the atmosphere was getting a little tense, Jiang Zhixian came to Shen Qingqing's side at some point and stretched out his long arms to wrap her in his arms.
This silent protection finally made Zhang Shengfang realize his gaffe. He quickly withdrew his gaze and walked steadily to the foot of the banyan tree.
"I've already heard about your purpose." Zhang Shengfang looked at the young man in front of him, a bit of complexity flashed in his eyes, "I'll give you three minutes to convince me."
Three minutes?
Shen quietly looked at Jiang Zhixian subconsciously, but her actions were quickly noticed by Zhang Shengfang.
"Miss Shen, please answer." Zhang Shengfang asked by name.
The old lady Guifen, who had been observing the two people nearby, finally smelled an unusual smell.
"Shen?" the old lady murmured and repeated, her sunken eye sockets showing a strange look. "I remembered that she is the granddaughter of Shen!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old people in the yard looked over again.
"Heavy?" Chen Zhong murmured his name with complicated eyes, "It's a pity. I heard that the Shen family is like this."
"They brought it upon themselves then. If they had listened to us, how could the Shen family be like this?" Zhou Dachui said bluntly, standing at the door of the kitchen, and did not forget to add a sentence.
It seems that this is a complaint against the Shen family for not supporting the revivalists.
Shen Qingqiu sighed silently, and had no choice but to borrow Jiang Zhixian's method and slowly play the emotional card.
"Professor Zhang, after my grandfather became seriously ill, there was a period of time when he was confused and couldn't recognize people. He would always call the same name over and over again, as if he had a lot to say. I once sent an email to that person, I hope he can see my grandfather for the last time, but unfortunately he didn't get to see his best friend until my grandfather passed away."
"I was..." Zhang Shengfang hesitated before speaking, his fists clenching until his finger bones turned white.
What could he explain?
At that time, it was a critical period when Zhang Shengfang established a mental hospital and sent his old friends from the revival sect here to settle down.
By the time he saw the mail, he was already dead from illness.
Shen Qingqing didn't understand the grudges of the previous generation, and she had no right to criticize any party. She just stated the facts silently, "Our Jiang family has unspeakable pain. I believe that you have traced the case in the institute over the years. That’s the whole story.”
These words were like a heavy hammer hitting Zhang Shengfang's heart.
It was indeed later that he learned about the relationship between Turan and the Shen family, and also why he hesitated and refused to explain it clearly back then.
"The Shen family's business is mine..."
"Professor Zhang." Shen quietly interrupted him, his eyes serious and solemn, "My grandfather kept chanting your name before he died. He said that you just chose the right thing in your respective positions."
A man with a righteous mind who wants to build a broader future for his country.
For the sake of his family, one endured the humiliation and shouldered the heavy burden, and dedicated another one of the Shen family’s most cherished treasures.