Chapter 289: Millard's Revenge (Part 1)

In the morning, Zhou Ming was woken up by the sound of knocking from downstairs. After waking up, Zhou Ming realised that he was sitting up in bed. The alarm clock was on the bedside table on the other side, quiet like a lady waiting for her first love, not at all the kind of shrew that disturbs people's dreams in the morning.

Zhou Ming rubbed his head and smiled helplessly. It seems that he fell asleep last night thinking about problems and forgot to set the alarm clock.

But the information he obtained last night was indeed worth thinking about for a night. After all, even the financial students he brought knew that they had to work hard, let alone the fact that he originally did not intend to settle down and study at Harvard University for four years and get a Harvard degree. He planned to study at Harvard to enrich himself while finding a way to establish a foothold in the United States.

Through some analysis of the situation yesterday and before, Zhou Ming knew that there was a very large force watching him, and he had even asked Zhou Ming to establish a consortium with sufficient influence in Brighton.

Zhou Ming did not know whether that large force was actually a super-wealthy family or what, nor did he know the purpose of having him establish a consortium, nor did he know what kind of connection that force had with the United States and China.

In short, Zhou Ming felt that ever since he arrived in the United States, he had been surrounded by a series of problems.

And Ming knew very well that he could not find the answers to these questions for the time being. He had to climb step by step to the top, and once he reached a high enough level, these questions would naturally be resolved.

Knock, knock, knock!

The door to Ming's room was knocked on, and Ye Ning's voice came from outside: 'Teacher, are you up yet? Senior Huang Yi and Senior Zhu Yao have brought us breakfast, which they got from Chinatown. It's the same as the breakfast we have back home. I've come to invite you to go downstairs and eat.'

'I know, thank you. You go down and eat first, I'll be right there.'

Zhou Ming nodded, then shook his head to get rid of unnecessary thoughts from his mind. After all, no matter how many problems were in front of him, they were not urgent. On the contrary, the most important thing was to get up quickly and go down to eat breakfast. Otherwise, on the first day of the official start of Harvard, if he slept in his room and made all the students wait for him downstairs, it would be hard to explain.

With this in mind, Zhou Ming quickly got out of bed, washed up as quickly as possible, changed his clothes and then went out.

Zhou Ming's dormitory was not a kind of dormitory, but rather an independent dormitory similar to a castle. In the middle of the dormitory was a hall, and around it were the individual dormitories.

When Zhou Ming went downstairs to the dormitory hall, he found that all the students in the finance class were waiting here. There were steaming bowls of congee and soy milk and buns, tea eggs, etc. on several tables, but no one was touching them.

This surprised Zhou Ming, but then Ye Ning's words gave him the best explanation: 'Teacher, we've been waiting for you to come down and eat.'

It turned out that they were waiting for them to eat together. Although Zhou Ming had already guessed this possibility after seeing the scene when he came down, he was still very moved to hear Ye Ning give this answer.

In fact, for Zhou Ming, it didn't matter who ate first or second, and it was true that he had overslept and ended up coming down so late that it was only right that he didn't get to eat last, even if they had already finished eating their breakfast. But for these finance students, it was a different matter. In their view, if Zhou Ming didn't come and they ate first, it would be the utmost disrespect to their teacher, so they all waited for Zhou Ming to come down before eating.

This may seem like a trivial matter, but it is the most direct reflection of the students' respect for Zhou Ming.

Thinking about this, Zhou Ming didn't waste any time. After all, at this time, saying something sensational or accusing the students of being inconsiderate would be too cliché and hurt their feelings, so Zhou Ming definitely wouldn't do that. He followed Ye Ning to his seat, sat down, and said to everyone, 'Okay, I'm down. Let's eat. Today is our first day of school, so we can't be late.'

After he finished speaking, Zhou Ming was the first to start eating. The students saw that Zhou Ming had started eating, and they also started eating one after the other.

After about a quarter of an hour, everyone finished eating breakfast and left the dining hall one after the other. After all, this was a luxurious dormitory specially chosen by Zhou Ming, and there would be special cleaning staff who would come during class hours to clean, so there was no need to worry.

Generally, those who live in university dormitories go to class by bicycle or on foot. Zhou Ming and his friends chose to walk to the Department of Economics.

At Harvard University, there are usually small groups of people in each dormitory, so it is quite rare to see a group of nearly 30 people like Zhou Ming and his friends going to school together.

Other Harvard students who passed by were surprised by the group of people, and they discussed among themselves, 'Is that the new Chinese students? Damn, there are so many of them. So many people going to class together, are they really going to class? God, I'm really worried about their teachers. But these Chinese people are really something, I heard that at the opening ceremony, the freshman representative was chosen from among them.'

Facing the surrounding pointing fingers, all the Chinese students proudly straightened their backs, afraid of embarrassing Zhou Ming.

However, Zhou Ming himself didn't care, he just walked with Huang Yi, who was introducing the study to Zhou Ming. Suddenly, he pointed his finger in front and said, 'Teacher, the white building by the river is the Economics Department. It used to be the International Relations Building, but it was only recently changed to the Economics Department Building during the school reform, although the name of the building has not yet been changed.'

Looking in the direction he was pointing, Zhou Ming did see a white building, but at that moment, a group of white people blocked their way.

The white man in charge walked out and looked at Zhou Ming's group with disdain and said, 'Oh, oh, oh! Chinese people, are you all in this group preparing for a rugby practice match?'

After saying this, the white man and his friends burst out laughing. This situation made Zhou Ming frown, because he knew this white man. His name was Milad, and he was the son of the governor of Massachusetts, where Harvard was located. His father had not only been re-elected as governor, but he also owned an automobile company. He had grown up in a spacious villa since childhood, and could be said to be a member of the standard American elite.

But the most important thing is that this Milad was originally the freshman representative at Harvard's commencement ceremony.

'Hello, Classmate Milad, it's really fate that I ran into you on the road. I wonder what advice you have for me?' Zhou Ming said politely.

In response to Zhou Ming's question, Milad shook his head and said, 'I think you seem to have made a mistake. We didn't just meet by chance. I was specifically waiting here for you. I am Zhou Ming, the freshman representative of China at Harvard University!'

Millard shouted out Zhou Ming's name, which immediately caused a commotion around him. Everyone looked over and whispered one after the other, 'So that's Chinese Zhou Ming? He can't really have any background. This Chinese person loves to show off. But just going to school, he still needs so many people to accompany and serve him. He really is from a feudal and backward country!'

Although Zhou Ming's speech at the opening ceremony was a great success, not everyone remembered what he looked like, as foreigners have a face blindness for Chinese people themselves and find everyone the same. So when Milad shouted out Zhou Ming's name, it still surprised everyone.

Zhou Ming's brow furrowed even more deeply. He looked around and asked Milad, 'I'm Zhou Ming. May I ask what this is regarding?'

Milad shook his head again and said, 'No, no, no, Zhou Ming, you've got it all wrong. I came here to sincerely congratulate you because your speech at the opening ceremony was truly wonderful. Even though I participated in a speech for my father last year when he was running for re-election as governor, your speech still opened my eyes.'

At this point, Millard suddenly changed the subject and continued, 'But Zhou Ming, I am so disappointed in your thoughts. How could you think that I came here to cause trouble? I feel that there is no point in me coming to you now and calling you an asshole!'

Finally, Millard sighed, 'There is a Chinese saying that says a person with a small mind envies a person of integrity. It seems that our esteemed old principal has also misjudged the situation.'

Miral deliberately spoke loudly so that everyone else around could hear and point at Zhou Ming afterwards: 'This Chinese person has gone too far, how can they say such things about Miral? He is only a freshman representative, but Miral is the governor's son. It seems that the Chinese are just Chinese, a bunch of selfish thugs who will use their worst intentions to speculate on others. If Miral were the freshman representative, wouldn't these Chinese people be storming the school with submachine guns?'

Faced with the pointing and jeering from all around, Huang Yi could not stand it anymore and stood up, pointing at Milad and saying, 'Milad, what are you talking about? Just now, Zhou Ming clearly did not say those things. He was just asking you what was the matter!'

Milad took two steps back, raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, saying, 'Oh, okay, you say he said what, and that's what he said. Just please don't fight. I know you Chinese all know kung fu, but I'm not a strong guy like Lewis. I'll die.'

As Milad spoke, the quiet whispers around him suddenly grew into a chorus of booing: 'The Chinese are indeed all vile savages. Can't even being on the Harvard campus change that? Milad only said a few words and you want to kill him with kung fu? You are all unreasonable, have no regard for the law, and are downright thugs!'

'No, that's not true. Listen to my explanation. I didn't mean what he just said. I just want to argue with him. I don't know kung fu either!'

Huang Yi anxiously tried to explain, but no one was listening to him. In desperation, he turned to Milad and asked him, 'Why are you framing me?'

'I don't understand what you're talking about? Shouldn't I be telling the truth on the Harvard campus under the light of God?' Milad said innocently, but the smugness and mockery in his eyes were impossible to hide.

'But what you're saying isn't the truth, you're obviously lying, you're a liar!'

Huang Yi shouted at Milad, he had never been so angry before, and he was more aggrieved than angry, because he and Zhou Ming had obviously done nothing and had not said those things. Milad had framed them, but why did no one believe them?

This made Huang Yi feel so aggrieved that he wanted to cry, and he also wanted to grab Milad by the collar and punch him hard in the face a few times. However, at this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed him. Huang Yi looked back and saw that it was Zhou Ming who had grabbed him.