The Young Matriarch
Chapter 588 - Chapter 588 Chapter 588 Final Exam Topic Cultivating

Chapter 588: Chapter 588: Final Exam Topic, Cultivating Immortality Entering the Qi Refinement Realm Chapter 588: Chapter 588: Final Exam Topic, Cultivating Immortality Entering the Qi Refinement Realm Bai Chuwei didn’t answer directly but sent an electronic document instead.

Director Wang sat at his desk, staring straight at the computer screen. Seeing that the Immortal Teacher had sent a document, he swallowed and clicked on it with his mouse.

The content of the document was quite simple, yet the more Director Wang, a forty-year-old man, read, the uglier his expression became, his body fat starting to tremble uncontrollably.

What the fuck–was he seeing things?

He nearly rolled off his office chair. The staff members by his side hurried over to support him, unable to resist saying, “Director Wang, we know you’ve invited that Immortal Teacher. But do you have to get this excited?”

These employees had been so thrilled they couldn’t sleep when they first learned that the Immortal Teacher had accepted the invitation, but their excitement had already passed.

When they turned their heads to look at the computer screen, their hearts almost stopped beating in that instant!

From the preliminary round to the semifinal, and then to the final, all the test questions had been completely changed.

The preliminary round’s planned question one was to create a Chinese System, question two was information lock, question three was photolithography machines… and the final round’s topic, a nuclear bomb technology more than a hundred times more powerful.

All staff members: “???”

Holy shit, what had they all just seen?

Director Wang himself was scared silly, muttering to himself, “This is just a variety entertainment show…”

Even though they worked in the entertainment industry, they had definitely heard of these difficult questions.

It’s true that their program had the banner of science, but they weren’t bold enough to even think about these things.

If someone else had sent these proposed questions, Director Wang would have cursed them as crazy without hesitation.

But the person on the other end of the WeChat was the mathematical talent who had solved the eight-hundred-year-old Chen Family conjecture; he didn’t even dare to question it.

Director Wang shakily climbed back in front of his swivel chair, forced himself not to shake, and typed out a row of difficult words.

[Super Brain Director Wang: Immortal Teacher, please don’t joke with us small-time show producers, these are all super advanced scientific problems, and… and the final topic you’ve pre-set, the conditions simply aren’t permitted, and neither is the law.]

Was he trying to destroy the world?

Chuwei slightly raised her eyebrows, touched her chin in thought for a while, and felt that Director Wang had a point.

The ancestor was not someone who couldn’t accept others’ opinions, so she made some adjustments and sent the document back to Director Wang.

Director Wang once again clicked carefully and almost had a heart attack when he saw the pre-set topic for the final!

Fuck!!!

What the fuck were all these???

The Immortal Teacher indeed had changed the last item of the final round; he had changed it to entering the Qi Refinement Realm.

Director Wang: “…”

What was all this…

Director Wang deeply doubted whether this could really be accomplished? Would the program’s effect reach the expected level?

What if all the top students failed?

Gazing at the computer screen, Director Wang felt extremely conflicted. Suddenly, he somewhat regretted inviting this Immortal Teacher to join as a question setter.

Were these questions even doable by humans?

Even scientific researchers might not be able to solve them, let alone a bunch of elite school geniuses?

Director Wang steadied his heart, didn’t reply to Bai Chuwei, and called the manager of Salty Fish Video.

“Manager Zhou, can you tell me the truth, is the email you gave me really that of the Immortal Teacher?”

Director Wang always felt that these questions were beyond imagination, as if someone was playing a joke on them.

Salty Fish Manager: “It’s real, you didn’t contact the wrong person.”