Chapter 290: Millard's Revenge (Part 2)

Huang Yi had thought he was very strong and could carry the banner of mutual assistance for Chinese students on his own. However, after what happened to Brooke, Huang Yi realised the gap in his abilities. Now, he had been falsely accused by someone like Millard, and he simply had no words to express his suffering. It was precisely for these reasons that when Zhou Ming reached out to hold him, and when Huang Yi looked back and saw Zhou Ming, his tears of grievance suddenly wet his eyes.

Milad, of course, would not give up such an opportunity to mock, and he immediately added, 'Oh, you Chinese guy, why are you crying? Do you want to go home and suckle on your mother's tits? This is how you Chinese people should be, weak and incompetent. Get the hell back to China, this is not a place where you can stay if you want to!'

Millard's mockery fell on deaf ears. He just pointed at Millard and said to Zhou Ming, 'Teacher, this American...'

Zhou Ming smiled and advised him, 'Don't mind him. You have to understand that even in the United States, even at Harvard, there are still many ill-mannered dogs. You can't just spit back at a dog you meet on the street just because it's spitting at you, right?'

Huang Yi nodded vigorously, but Millard was not done. He pointed at Zhou Ming and said, 'Chinese, who are you calling a wild dog?'

Zhou Ming was amused. 'Whoever I promise is naturally the one I'm calling. Why? Are you trying to consciously put yourself in that position, Millard?'

'You!'

Mildred pointed his finger at Zhou Ming for a long time but couldn't say anything. He was obviously very angry with Zhou Ming and it took a while for him to calm down. He said to Zhou Ming with clenched teeth, 'You Chinese, you really know how to talk, but your tongue can only get you so far. There are some things that no matter how eloquent you are, you can't change.'

Millard then pulled over a medium-sized classmate and said to him, 'William, you see, this is the freshman representative of our business school. God bless, their quality is simply appalling. They are like bedbugs in the slums, and it is unbelievable that they are Harvard students. This is a disgrace to Harvard University. Our business school student union must never let someone like this in!'

After Milad finished speaking, the classmate William he brought immediately nodded and stepped forward, saying, 'As Milad said, I also fully see the quality of this student Zhou Ming, and it really makes people feel sad. In view of this, as the chairman of the Harvard Business School Student Union, I declare that Zhou Ming will never be admitted to the student union.'

William's words brought a round of applause from the surrounding area: 'William, you are really a good chairman. The despicable quality of these Chinese people would be a disaster for the business school if they were allowed to enter the student union!'

These words made Li Yang from the finance class unable to hold back and retort loudly, 'We never even thought about joining the student council, what kind of bullshit is this!'

Li Yang's retort only attracted a burst of ridicule: 'Did you hear that? This Chinese guy actually said that they never even thought about joining the student council. This is truly a Chinese student with very lofty ambitions, and it is awe-inspiring.'

'Don't you know? These Chinese people are all the same. They care a lot about their face. Just like what shape they pooped this morning, now that William has announced that they are not admitted to the student union, of course they want to say whatever they want to say, but it seems a bit too late for them to say it now. Why didn't they say it earlier?'

These jeers also made Li Yang and the other finance class leaders feel indignant: 'Why? Obviously, we never wanted to join the student union...'

Zhou Ming turned his head and smiled at Li Yang and the others, saying, 'Don't worry, it'll be fine.'

It was just a simple sentence, but it made all the students in the finance class suddenly fall silent, because they all trusted Zhou Ming implicitly.

Zhou Ming certainly would not let them down. Zhou Ming said to William, 'I heard Millard introduce you earlier. Your name is William, you are a senior at our Harvard Business School, and you are also the president of the student council, right? I have heard what you said, and I don't want to comment on what you said. I just want to say...you can say whatever you want, as long as you are happy.'

Zhou Ming's words also attracted a round of boos: 'Chinese people, go back to China, you face-conscious bastards!'

These boos made Zhou Ming and all the students in the finance class very angry, but they all remained restrained and waited for Zhou Ming's solution.

Zhou Ming looked at Millard across the room. Now that things had come to this, Zhou Ming had completely figured it out. Millard had planned this whole thing today to infinitely belittle himself and restore his face. Recalling the first words they exchanged after meeting, he had been constantly testing the limits of himself and the finance students. His gradual pressure had made the students feel so aggrieved that they could no longer bear it, and they had eventually fallen into the trap he had prepared.

This Milad was worthy of being the future governor of Massachusetts, and he was even a big shot who had once participated in the US presidential election. He really knew how to get things done. The pace was so fast that no matter if he actually said it or not, the students around him all believed that he had.

Zhou Ming chewed on the name Milad while fighting corruption, and finally remembered his identity: the US presidential candidate twenty years later.

The fact that Milad, as the son of a governor, was also able to participate in the presidential election in the future showed that he was quite arrogant and would not bow to others. He also understood that he was trying to regain the face he lost when he failed to represent the freshmen at the opening ceremony through today's incident. Although he did not think that his speech would necessarily be better than Zhou Ming's, as long as he spoke, he would be better than Zhou Ming, so he wanted revenge!

Zhou Ming sighed helplessly in his heart: Why is it so difficult to study at Harvard? Is it really necessary to cause trouble on the first day of school?

Zhou Ming was indeed helpless, but he also understood that this was inevitable. No matter what the purpose of President Lawrence's replacement of the freshman representative was, his temporary change of plan would definitely have side effects. Of course, it could also be said that since he came to the United States with the finance class, he would inevitably have to face these annoying things.

Zhou Ming was thinking this when he heard a voice next to him: 'Hello, Zhou Ming from China. I'm Danny, President of the Harvard University Student Association, and I sincerely invite you to join my student union.'

The voice was very soft and gentle, but when it was spoken, it exploded like a bomb, causing everyone, including Millard and William, to turn around and see a tall, handsome boy walking over and extending his hand to Zhou Ming.

This scene stunned everyone, as if it were an illogical movie that subverted their concepts. No matter how they tried, they could not figure out how a Chinese person who had just been rejected by William could actually make the president of the student union personally come over to invite him.

You have to understand that although there are many student associations recognised by the university at Harvard, the student union is definitely the most important one, because through the student union, the university can more directly manage and understand the situation of the students.

In addition, the students who can join the student union are mostly the best among the students, and they can also get more resources because of their close relationship with the school leaders. In addition, since the student union often organizes activities, members of the student union can easily get exercise, and when they graduate, it will be easier for companies to choose people from the student union, which is also of great benefit to their employment after graduation.

It is for these reasons that every year, many people join the student union, even if they have to fight their way in. Therefore, the people in the student union are generally very arrogant. Perhaps they will invite some very outstanding students to come in and decorate their own facade, but it is unheard of for the student union president to personally come and invite someone like Zhou Ming.

Not only Huang Yi and the surrounding students had never heard of it before, even Milad and William were confused. To them, what Danny just said to Zhou Ming was like a slap in the face.

How come I have worked so hard to get the Business School Student Union to announce that they will never accept him, but the Student Union has taken the initiative to invite him?

But before Milad and William could recover from the shock of the student union's invitation, several other groups came over one after the other and also extended their hands to Ming: 'Hello, are you Ming Zhou, the freshman representative who spoke at the opening ceremony? I am from the Harvard United Society, I am from the Ivy League Association, and I am from the Financial Research Society. We sincerely invite you to join.'

If Danny's words, the previous president of the student union, were just a bombshell, then the invitations from these clubs and organisations that followed were a complete chain reaction.

'Oh my god! That was the Harvard United Society, a club that can rival the student union, and what's even better than the student union is that the United Society has connections with major companies and consortia. Joining the United Society will give you more job opportunities than the student union. But aren't they even more arrogant than the student union? Why are they also inviting the Chinese guy today?'

'There's also the Ivy League Association, which is Harvard's oldest student society. It has been around for more than 300 years and its influence is no less than that of the Student Union and the United Society. In the minds of students, being able to join the Ivy League Association is the greatest honour. Is he also here to invite that Chinese guy?'

'The Financial Research Society, my God, this is incredible. It's a society that directly connects with outside foundations and is a place for foundations to cultivate elites. Anyone they pick will at least be a bank manager when they graduate!'

The surrounding students' exclamations of surprise came one after the other, and for them, this scene before them had completely exceeded their understanding.

Their words made the students in the finance class unconsciously straighten their backs, because this was a place worthy of their pride and pride: So what? You, Millard, can collude with the business school student union to announce that you will never accept our teacher Zhou Ming, but he is just excellent. If you don't accept him, there are other clubs that accept people who are better than you, which only shows that you have no vision and are narrow-minded.

As for Milad and William, the surrounding surprised discussions and the proud looks from the Chinese people across the street were no longer things that were hitting them in the face, but rather a matter of how swollen their faces had become.

At this moment, they wished they could immediately kneel down, dig a hole in the ground, and bury their heads in it, because they had no face to show anyone.

But then, Zhou Ming's words poured salt on their already swollen faces.

  'I'm sorry everyone, I know you're all very good clubs, but unfortunately I've already joined one club and can't join any more,' said Zhou Ming.