Insufficient balance

  The subject of the second exam was history, which didn't seem to be a big deal for the examinees at first, but Wang sat on a bench by the back door, surprising many people. Those who did well naturally didn't care, but students like Huang Boquan, who relied on clever tricks to get high scores, couldn't help but wail and lament.

  When the clock pointed to 10:25, Han Yaqian started distributing the test papers very punctually. As the second person in charge of the examination room, Wang Cai also cooperated with Han Yaqian's work.

  When Wang Cai handed over the examination paper to Ye Jun, he said casually: "Do well."

  As soon as he said this, Ye Jun knew that the first 10-minute test paper had already caught Wang Cai's attention. From another perspective, if his own students showed such a strange phenomenon, it was unlikely to be ignored, which also explained why there were two invigilating teachers in this examination room.

  Within 5 minutes of reading the question, Ye Jun keenly sensed that Wang Cai had been walking back and forth behind him, while Han Ya Qian on the podium occasionally cast scrutinizing glances at him. If it were before, Ye Jun would have gotten a headache for a good while, even slowly rising to the idea of not being too high-profile. However, since he decided to be a long-term privileged student who stays at home and warms up books, he had to prove himself with actions, at least shocking Wang Cai into having nothing to say.

  Yu Jun, who was immersed in the atmosphere of answering questions, did not notice Wang Cai's astonished expression behind him. Even Han Ya Qian had a ghostly look on her face, staring intently at Yu Jun as he wrote quickly.

  When he saw that Ye Jun had already finished the last question, Wang Cai, who was already sweating profusely, instinctively glanced at the clock in the classroom, 10:39!

  Same 10 minutes!

  Wang Zai couldn't understand why Ye Jun's writing speed was so fast, and he couldn't comprehend that even if he had memorized the answers to this exam long ago, shouldn't his brain still need to guide the pen in his hand?

  Not only Wang Cai had such an idea, but also Han Ya Qian on the stage couldn't understand what was hidden in Ye Jun's mind. She felt that Ye Jun's scribbling looked nothing like a human being, but rather like an automated printing machine!

  Crack...

  Under the nearly powerless gaze of Wang Cai and Han Ya Qian, Ye Jun gently closed his pen and habitually tidied up the desktop. He glanced at his watch, very satisfied with the time it took to complete this test. Although this speed of completing the test in 10 minutes was enough for Wang Cai to apply for a world record, Wang Cai and Han Ya Qian obviously didn't know that Ye Jun had intentionally slowed down this time.

  Otherwise, this historical exam paper might have been finished in just 6 minutes.

  "You can leave the examination room now."

  Wang picked up the exam paper on Ye Jun's desk and said something that made Ye Jun quite surprised.

  Ye Jun swaggered out of the examination room, completely ignoring Huang Boquan and others' almost worshipful gaze. This was under Wang Cai's nose, even more awesome than submitting the language exam papers ahead of time! However, Han Yun and her group of excellent students couldn't help but shake their heads secretly, thinking that this time, the class average score would be dragged down by Ye Jun and his gang again.

  Ye Jun didn't have the energy to care about other people's thoughts, so after walking out of the school gate, he first checked his watch and found that it wasn't even 11 o'clock yet. Since the third exam wouldn't start until 2:30 pm, he had more than three hours to kill. He hailed a taxi and got in, telling the driver, "Take me to Beiyong Airport."

  "Teacher Huang, what do you think?"

  An old man with white hair and wearing reading glasses was staring at the test paper in his hand, looking unbelievable. As a special-grade teacher of history department of Jiangling No.1 Middle School, he said something that almost scared Wang Cai to death: "Is this really your class's exam paper? It's too awesome! This time I set two essay questions and thought my own answers were already satisfactory. But unexpectedly, after reading this student's answer, I feel a bit ashamed. It seems I need to review the historical materials of that era again, or else I'll be caught off guard at an old age."

  "Teacher Huang, you mean this exam paper..."

  "Right! Full marks! Of course, I'm not a grading teacher, but if I were to grade this paper, I would definitely give full marks."

  Actually, there were several teachers in the teacher's office. As soon as they heard the conversation about full marks coming from this side, they immediately came over: "Teacher Huang, what's going on? What's with the full marks? Did Class 1 produce some good students this time?"

  "No, it's Ah Cai's class. Come, take a look, the answers are so neat and tidy, and the handwriting is so clever." The old man with white hair adjusted his old glasses perched on the end of his nose and chuckled.

  "Come, let me see. Really, Teacher Wang, congratulations to you. It seems that this time the first class will also be suppressed by your class, at least in history, the first class has never had a full score." A tall middle-aged male teacher said with a smile.

  They are different from the first class, they are all teachers hired by Jiangling No. 1 Middle School, not those private tutors hired by the first class. In short, there is a saying among the teachers of Jiangling No. 1 Middle School that non-first-class teachers are called public teachers, and first-class teachers are called private teachers. Public teachers and private teachers have been competing with each other secretly, of course, it's not about playing tricks or fighting to the death, but just comparing the average scores of various subjects.

  "Huh? Right, I remember history is scheduled for the second session?" one of the teachers wondered.

  "That's right, the student finished writing the paper in just 10 minutes. If I hadn't been watching from the side, I wouldn't have dared to believe that such a strange thing would happen." Wang said with a bitter smile.

  Cough... Cough... Cough

  As soon as Wang Zai finished speaking, a coughing fit that sounded like asthma suddenly came, and all the teachers present were anxious. Wang Zai squatted down, constantly patting the old man's back gently, and anxiously asked: "Teacher Huang, are you okay? Do you want to call an ambulance?"

  "No way, you just said that this student finished the exam in 10 minutes? Or did you see it with your own eyes?"

  The old man with white hair finally caught his breath after a long time, pointing at Ye Jun's test paper with a shocked expression. Not to mention the old man, but all the teachers present were also in an abnormal state of agitation. Seeing the old man's breathing gradually calm down, they began to discuss it in hushed tones. Helplessly, Wang had no choice but to bring up Han Ya Qian, saying that at the time, there was more than one person present, and directly took out Ye Jun's language test paper. There were also two teachers of Chinese present, looking at the neat regular script on the test paper, as well as the classical Chinese essay "Discussing Cao Cao" which was in no way inferior to Chen Lin's writing, they were speechless for a long time.

  After the second exam ended, more and more teachers came to the office, even those in charge of the third-year courses returned two or three at a time. The news that a freak from Class 2 of the Experimental School had finished both exams within 10 minutes and still got full marks shocked and intrigued everyone, and the name "Ye Jun" became the hottest topic of discussion in the teachers' office.

  Yawn!

  Ye Jun suddenly let out a sneeze, and thought to himself "I hope I won't be remembered by others because of this". But he said aloud: "Master, turn down the air conditioning a bit."

  "Alright."

  The driver quickly turned down the air conditioner and laughed: "Young man, you're going to the airport so early?"

  "Not really, just going for a walk nearby. By the way, Master, I'd like to ask you something."

  "Okay, you say."

  "Next to Beiyong Airport, aren't there several hundred mu of idle land?" Ye Jun smiled and said.

  "Let me think."

  The driver drove while furrowing his brow in thought, and after a moment, he slapped his thigh and said: "I remember now. It was on the north side of Yong, which I don't often go to. But half a year ago, I recall the dispatcher saying that there were passengers looking for a taxi over there, and I just happened to be in the area, so I went to pick them up. However, those two passengers weren't travelers who had just gotten off a plane, but rather people going there on business, talking all along the way about several hundred mu of land next to the airport."

  "What was that? Master, think quickly."

  Ye Jun's expression changed slightly as he recalled that in his previous life, after Ye Yang took over as the mayor of Jiangling City, on the first day of the new year, he had mentioned to Dong Suning that Beiyong Airport would be expanded. Ye Jun happened to be present at the time. It was said that the construction encountered obstacles, and the peasants refused to sell their hundreds of acres of land. When they heard that the country wanted to spend money to requisition their land, these peasants began to raise prices, and even when Caishen intervened, he couldn't buy out the hundreds of acres of land. In the end, they had no choice but to use compulsory measures. However, this matter was not even under the control of the provincial government, and it almost caused trouble in the capital city, with a large number of peasants petitioning and filing complaints.

  "It seems that the original hundreds of acres of land were a group of farmers who jointly planted fruit trees, but the airport environment was too bad, and the fruit trees were not well-grown, resulting in reduced production. Even those who came to collect the goods had to make a wasted trip. It is also said that the farmers wanted to sell these hundreds of acres of land through someone, but where could they find such a buyer at that time? Hundreds of acres of land are not a small amount, and even if someone has the money, they may not be willing to buy it, after all, the land is useless."

  Upon hearing the driver's words, Ye Jun was overjoyed and asked in surprise: "Master, did they mention the price per mu of land, and how many mu are for sale?"

  "It didn't say that, or maybe it did, I wasn't paying attention. It's been half a year now, and whether it's still for sale or if they've found a buyer is still hard to say."

  The driver's words made Ye Jun's passionate heart cool down a lot, but he suddenly remembered the disputes of his previous life. Ye Jun believed that the farmers had not yet transferred the ownership of their land. He quickly turned his mind and smiled: "Okay, Master, take me to the nearby village, I want to meet these farmers who are selling their land."

  "Hey little brother, how much for this car..."

  Seeing the driver hesitate, Ye Jun guessed that this was not a problem with the fare, after all, it was calculated by the meter and clearly marked. After some thought, Ye Jun guessed that the rural road must be difficult to drive on, bumpy and muddy, which would not only damage the tires but also require money to wash the car: "How about this, driver? Let's forget about the meter for now. Here are 300 yuan, you take it first. After we're done, I'll help pay for washing the car, how's that?"

  "Little brother, you're quite straightforward. Two hundred is enough, I won't need that much, and I don't want to trouble you with the car wash money either. Actually, two hundred yuan is enough for me to get by for a day, it's worth it!" The driver was quite kind-hearted and didn't ask Ye Jun for more money, he just took two of the three 100-yuan bills.

  Ye Jun suddenly remembered that the currency in '96 hadn't depreciated as much as it had in his previous life, and pork was only 5 or 6 yuan per catty. In his previous life, at its peak, it had sold for over 20 yuan. Thinking of this, Ye Jun almost started to ponder going into pig farming to make money. However, if he could really buy these hundreds of acres of land from the farmers' hands this time, he would definitely make a huge profit.

  It was just the funds for buying land, Ye Jun thought of this and couldn't help but feel stupid. He only then realized that he wasn't the chairman of Huayang Group anymore, not that business prodigy who would casually make deals worth hundreds of billions. He muttered to himself: "Damn it! I calculated everything, but forgot that I'm nothing now, what can I use to negotiate with others?"