The president of Tsinghua University spoke to him with profound meaning, "Mr. Zachmann, your granddaughter did so well on her exams, you should prepare to treat everyone to a meal!"
Mr. Zachmann was a mix of emotions as he clutched his phone, unable to come back to his senses for a long time, with his muscles twitching excitedly. It took him a while before he managed to squeeze out a perfunctory response, "Definitely, definitely."
He hung up the phone.
As soon as Leonardy Zachmann stepped out of the living room, he saw him sitting in the garden and quickly walked over, resting his hand on his wheelchair to share his thoughts.
"Dad, don't worry too much! I'll think of another way for Nathalie's university admission. There are so many universities in Beijing, it doesn't have to be Tsinghua. I'll ask the other university presidents tomorrow, there's bound to be one that will accept her."