Yin Yang became famous after a single battle of wits!
The next day, when he returned to the library, the way people looked at him had completely changed.
The talent agent who had approached him the day before was still by his side, pleading earnestly.
“Mr. Liu Yang, believe me, I’m not lying to you.”
“With your qualities, all you need is to appear on a few hit shows to skyrocket your popularity.”
“At that point, you’ll easily be pulling in a million a month. Doesn’t that sound sweet?”
“I know you research types might find the idea of being an entertainer beneath you, but the persona we’ll build for you is that of a scholar.”
“Please, rest assured; we have professional experience in this area.”
Yin Yang sighed and turned his head.
“Mr. Ma, I really have no intention of becoming an entertainer or a professional scholar.”
“I like my life exactly as it is, and I don’t believe I need to change anything. I appreciate the offer, though.”
The agent wanted to say more, but Xiao Yi, the man with the scar on his neck, stepped forward. His cold, unapproachable aura instantly terrified the man.
“I—I’ll come back later.”
Once the agent had fled, Yin Yang looked at Xiao Yi with gratitude.
“Thank you.”
“No need. My lady wants to see you. Do you have time?”
“I do. But why see me? Another debate?”
“I wouldn’t know about that.”
Xiao Yi led Yin Yang to a reading nook where he found Miss Tang engrossed in a book.
Miss Tang closed her book and looked Yin Yang in the eye.
“Did you come to Central City just to open a coffee shop?”
Yin Yang looked at her with a hint of surprise.
“Digging into my past over a single debate? That seems a bit much.”
“How is it a bit much? Do you have any idea how much of an impact your words have had on Great Wei?”
“I don’t, and I don’t particularly care.”
Yin Yang shrugged.
“If Great Wei is shaken by a few words from a nobody like me, then the country really isn’t far from collapse.”
Miss Tang shook her head.
“Regardless, your arguments have certainly caught the attention of certain people.”
“After the debate ended yesterday, the transcript was sent to the Wannian Platform. It has significantly emboldened the peace faction.”
Yin Yang put on a look of total confusion.
“Huh? The contents of a common debate were sent to the Wannian Platform?”
“Isn’t that place supposed to handle matters of national importance? Why would they bother with such a trivial thing?”
Before Miss Tang could answer, a man’s voice rang out from behind them.
“Because what you discussed were matters of national importance.”
Yin Yang turned to see Qin Zhou approaching.
Today, he was dressed very formally, and every step he took radiated the authority of a high-ranking official.
“Liu Yang, twenty-five years old, a native of Huangjian City. An exceptional student who skipped multiple grades, completing his university education by the age of fifteen.”
“In May of the following year, he founded Xiangyang Company. Within three years, he grew it into a business with profits exceeding ten million.”
“Then, on his twentieth birthday, he sold the company for one hundred and fifty million and began traveling across Great Wei.”
“Due to the war, he arrived in Central City a month ago.”
Yin Yang gave a helpless sigh.
“Do all of you in Central City love digging into people’s backgrounds this much? It was just a debate.”
In truth, even a prince could not uncover Yin Yang’s true identity in such a short time.
Firstly, to this world, Yin Yang was a mere passerby; only those who had seen his anchor again or possessed a ginkgo leaf could remember him.
Secondly, since he had planned to come to Central City, he had spent ten million to purchase a fake identity in Wanwu City.
Given Wanwu City’s methods, even a Baleful Star would need quite some time to verify it.
Qin Zhou walked up to Yin Yang.
“You are a smart man, and I like smart men.”
“Let’s reintroduce ourselves. My surname is Qin—Qin Zhou.”
Yin Yang extended his right hand and shook the other man’s hand.
“Liu. My surname is Liu—the one written with the components for ‘culture’ and ‘blade.’ Liu Yang.”
After saying his name, he seemed to realize something, and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Qin Zhou? The Chairman of the Great Wei Charity Foundation?”
A smile played on Qin Zhou’s lips.
Yin Yang didn’t ask directly if he was a prince of Great Wei; instead, he named his most prominent public title.
The result was the same, but the delivery was much more refined—a hallmark of a truly intelligent man.
“That’s me.”
Hearing Qin Zhou’s confirmation, Yin Yang’s expression became more serious. He then turned to Miss Tang, his eyes seemingly asking, “And what is your identity?”
“My surname is Tang,” she answered openly.
Yin Yang’s mind raced as he searched his memory. “The Minister of Resources, Tang Ye... is he...?”
“My father.”
Yin Yang looked at Miss Tang, then back at Qin Zhou.
“So, does this mean I’ve accidentally intruded upon the imperial circle?”
Both Qin Zhou and Miss Tang laughed. Qin Zhou spoke directly.
“Even though I don’t accept your claim that Great Qi’s chances of victory are higher than Great Wei’s, I still find myself admiring you.”
“What do you think? Would you like to come work at my foundation?”
Yin Yang shook his head decisively.
“No thanks. I don’t like working.”
“Fair enough. You sold your company for a fortune; if you don’t care about growing your wealth, you could never spend it all in one lifetime.”
“But you’re still so young. Don’t you want to achieve something great, or even leave your name in the history books?”
Yin Yang laughed at the suggestion.
“I’m not on the Scholar pathway. Why would I care about leaving my name in history?”
His words caught both Qin Zhou and Miss Tang by surprise.
“Then do you have no goals or pursuits of your own?”
“How could I not?”
Yin Yang gestured to the books surrounding them.
“Having books to read and good food to eat—isn’t that already wonderful?”
“Once the war is over, I’ll continue my travels, experiencing the cultures, customs, and cuisines of different places. Spending my life that way is my pursuit.”
The two were astonished. Based on Yin Yang’s performance during the debate, where he had held his own against a crowd of scholars, he didn’t seem like the type to just ‘lie flat’ and coast through life.
“When I was very young, a senior once told me that every person has their own way of living. I agree with that very, very much.”
He offered them a small smile.
“You both come from prominent, noble families; your way of living is bound to be completely different from mine.”
“If we aren’t going to debate today, then I’ll be getting back to my books.”
He smiled at them once more and then walked away without hesitation.
From the look of it, he wasn’t just uninterested in sucking up to the powerful—he was avoiding them like the plague.
The more one wants to get close, the more one must stay away.
Because of that unexpected debate, Yin Yang’s original bait had become even more effective, and he naturally wasn’t going to let this chance slip away.
He was confident that Qin Zhou would eventually approach him and lead him into the royal family’s inner circle.
Yin Yang walked to a quiet corner and began reading a history book, though his mind was elsewhere.
‘I threw all the original evidence to that Bureau Chief. Why hasn’t there been any movement after all this time?’
‘Is he actually investigating?’
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