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This side, Lu Wu.

Not long after obtaining the go-ahead from the rich woman,

Zhang Wentao made a call to him, clearly indicating that the negotiation had produced a result.

"How is it? What did they say?"

"Principal Lin said that they would investigate thoroughly, and if it's true, there will definitely be an explanation for you," said Zhang Wentao.

"Such a standard official response!"

Lu Wu curled his lip, continuing to work on his task at hand while speaking, "You're working hard, Uncle Zhang. Could you please remind them every three hours for me?"

"Sure!"

At this moment, Zhang Wentao felt less like the principal of Jiangnan University and more like Lu Wu's personal secretary.

But he went off to carry out the work nonetheless.

Meanwhile, Lu Wu, after hanging up the phone, continued to be busy within the Cultivation Room.

Exactly what he was busy with, only he knew.

On the other side, in Jiangbei.