Chapter 287 - 113 [Return and Return] (8000 words)
Chapter 113: [Return Again] (8000 words)
The students and instructors of the Zen Meditation Class all lived in the two rows of brick and wood buildings in the eastern courtyard.
When Chen Yan and Chu Keqing heard the noise and rushed over, all the lights in the eastern courtyard were on. Many people had already come out of their rooms. Some were peering from their doors, while the bolder and more enthusiastic ones had run to the room where the incident occurred. Some were loudly shouting in the courtyard.
There were a total of six staff members who came with the academy this time, including Chen Yan.
Among them, one was actually a doctor from the academy—how could they not have a doctor on the team when so many students with at least A8 or even A10 net worth were traveling?
Furthermore, among the instructors, there were two responsible for the daily physical fitness of the students at the academy. They were actually proficient in some martial arts and could act as security guards during the trip.
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The incident happened in the second row of the wooden buildings in the eastern courtyard, near the outermost edge of the temple, in a room in the northwest corner of the building.
This room was originally occupied by two students, both of whom happened to be named Zhang. The incident involved these two people.
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Zhang Mingyuan was slumped in a chair, looking utterly shell-shocked. He felt that tonight, he had truly had the worst luck of his life!
At the age of forty, Zhang Mingyuan was in his prime as a business owner. He ran a manufacturing business—a factory, to be exact.
He joined this Basic Zen Meditation Class on a friend’s recommendation. Firstly, at his age and with some wealth, he started to follow the trend of cultural refinement—even though he didn’t have a solid educational background, he still wanted to fit in. People tend to seek what they lack after achieving some success.
Secondly, he heard that Elder Zi’s Zen Meditation Academy was a place where connections could be made, a great platform for networking.
Zhang Mingyuan wasn’t clear about what enrolling in Changx Business School’s MBA or EMBA entailed, and with his educational background, he also couldn’t go. He had attended a technical school but dropped out before graduating. Strictly speaking, he only had a high school diploma.
This Zen Meditation Class was quite suitable for him.
In the class, he met another business owner named Zhang Yongqiang. Coincidentally, they were the only two people with the surname Zhang in this session.
To distinguish between them, the students in the class jokingly referred to them as President Zhang and Vice President Zhang.
Zhang Mingyuan was President Zhang. Vice President Zhang was Zhang Yongqiang, who was thirty-six years old, slightly younger than Zhang Mingyuan.
This informal way of addressing each other even brought them closer.
President Zhang Mingyuan ran a manufacturing business. Although the economic environment had been tough in recent years, he managed to stay afloat, but it was not an easy life.
Vice President Zhang was in the investment business!
What a coincidence!
Knowing that Vice President Zhang was in investment piqued Zhang Mingyuan’s interest—who in manufacturing doesn’t need funds? If he could secure some investment, why not? Even if he couldn’t get an investment, it wouldn’t hurt to know someone with connections to capital.
So, President Zhang and Vice President Zhang grew closer during this Zen Meditation Class, and they even shared a room during this trip to Japan.
But tonight, something happened.
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Everything was fine before the evening.
Before bed, Zhang Mingyuan had a long chat with his roommate Zhang Yongqiang. This made President Zhang feel good, reminiscent of the camaraderie in a boys’ dormitory during school days.
But in the middle of the night, Zhang Mingyuan was suddenly awakened by someone pouncing on him, hands squeezing his neck!
He woke up to see that the person strangling him was none other than his roommate, Vice President Zhang, Zhang Yongqiang!
Vice President Zhang seemed to have gone mad. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hands tightened around Zhang Mingyuan’s neck, growling like a beast, "Kill you! Kill you!!!"
Zhang Mingyuan struggled desperately. Fortunately, he was relatively burly and strong, having done hard work in the factory in his early years. His physical strength was quite good. Vice President Zhang, although a few years younger, had a weak body from sitting in an office all year round and was physically weaker.
After a struggle, Zhang Mingyuan managed to break free from Vice President Zhang and ran out.
It was a stroke of luck that Chuyi lived next door. He heard the noise, came out to check, and saw President Zhang fleeing while Vice President Zhang chased after him like a madman. Realizing something was wrong, Chuyi kicked Vice President Zhang to the ground.
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Now, Zhang Mingyuan was sitting in a chair, breathing heavily, mostly out of shock.
He looked rather disheveled, with his clothes askew, barefoot, and the red marks on his neck clearly indicating he had been strangled!
An instructor from the academy handed him water, speaking in a soothing voice to calm him down.
Meanwhile, the assailant, Vice President Zhang, was in the next room, tied to a chair.
Vice President Zhang looked even more terrifying, his eyes bloodshot, face contorted, writhing in the chair, shouting things like "Die! I’ll kill you!"
Chen Yan stood in the corridor, looking at Vice President Zhang in the room. Beside him, Chuyi, looking unsettled, explained the situation to Chen Yan and nervously asked, "Bro... I hope I didn’t cause any trouble for you, did I?"