Chapter 67: Qin Yun Hemorrhages Badly, Eldest Sister And Fourth Sister Are About To Break

Qin Yun being directly expelled was something he never expected. His breathing grew hurried, as if he would lose consciousness and collapse any moment.

And indeed he did.

His frail, illness-ridden body suddenly blacked out. He staggered and finally, as if his body had eyes, he fell toward his most doting Fourth Sister, Qin Shuyun.

Qin Shuyun was stunned.

She instinctively reached to catch him, but her mind blanked out. Instead, it involuntarily flashed the memory of Qin Yun swearing to her that the research competition design was his own work.

Although she had chosen to accept that Qin Yun had been forced into wrongdoing, the moral standard lodged in her heart made her momentarily dazed.

That single moment of hesitation caused her to miss catching the falling Qin Yun.

Qin Yun fell heavily to the ground.

The back of his head struck the ground hard. He grimaced in pain, and blood seemed to flow from the wound.

Qin Yun tried to open his eyes, but his vision blurred and he completely lost consciousness…

For a moment, Qin Moyun and Qin Shuyun were utterly panicked!

Years of preferential treatment had made them habitually put Qin Yun’s illness above all else.

Now any criticism of his theft was completely gone. Qin Moyun rushed forward first and immediately fell to her knees on the ground, disregarding her image.

She carefully tried to support Qin Yun, but then thought of something and dared not move him at all. The worry in her eyes was painfully obvious.

“Yun… Yun, what’s wrong?”

“Quick, Fourth Sister, call an ambulance at once—Yun’s illness can’t afford any delays.”

“Qin Jiang, go to the hospital with us—Yun is bleeding… he desperately needs you to give him a transfusion!!”

Qin Moyun said this so smoothly, as if Qin Jiang’s sacrifice were a given.

Qin Jiang watched the scene with his usual cold gaze.

Qin Yun had faked illness so many times before that Qin Jiang couldn’t be bothered to play along. But if this time was real, he’d truly have reason to celebrate.

So, this drama queen’s act could go wrong sometimes?

That was great! Better if it went completely awry!

“Oh? So what if he needs it? What has that got to do with me?”

“Do you look like the Virgin Mary? If you need a transfusion go to a convent and look for a nun—why come to me? Do you want me to give you another professional blood transfusion for free?”

Qin Jiang raised an eyebrow without restraint.

“Oh, I didn’t delete that video from last time, you know.”

“If everyone is curious, I don’t mind making it public.”

Qin Jiang sneered coldly, his words laden with threat.

In his past life he was bound by moral blackmail and family ties.

In this life he had no morals—no one would be able to blackmail him.

“Qin Jiang, you’re Yun’s biological older brother…”

Qin Shuyun spoke, her voice tinged with awkwardness. Facing Qin Jiang, she still felt guilty.

Eldest Sister had already told Qin Jiang about the incident of how she caused him to fall down the ladder and nearly die.

She knew she should apologize.

But when she saw Qin Jiang, with that look as if the whole world owed him and he could sweep everyone away, she couldn’t bring herself to apologize at all.

Clearly, the old Qin Jiang would have meekly accepted his fate and she wouldn’t have needed to apologize personally.

He would have automatically explained on her behalf that it was unintentional.

He wouldn’t hold a grudge.

“No… I’ve already completely severed ties with the Qin family. If any of you don’t understand, or if any of you here watching have no idea, you can just look at the severance agreement.”

“That agreement has also been conveniently placed inside this same flashdrive—I’ll project it for everyone to see!!”

Qin Jiang directly displayed the severance agreement with the Qin family on the big screen and circled the exact date in red.

It was just recently.

It was during the period when Qin Jiang was at the center of public opinion, almost driven to be expelled from Huajing University by Qin Yun’s maneuver.

At that time, Qin Jiang was clearly the one slandered and stripped of his honor. No family member trusted him, and the Qin family even kicked him out…

So now, on what basis could the Qin family demand that Qin Jiang give blood to the very people who stole his design and honor?

The students of Huajing University still knew right from wrong.

They immediately protested, denouncing the Qin family as shameless. Qin Moyun and Qin Shuyun had never before faced such universal condemnation.

When the ambulance arrived, they left with Qin Yun looking thoroughly ashamed.

Bai Chuchu was left alone and had already taken advantage of the chaos to run out in tears.

Qin Jiang didn’t continue to play the victim. Now that matters were settled, it was time for him to pave the way for his own career.

In his past life, the business tycoons who saw potential in the power bank market came with sincerity and offered him $2 million!

Sure enough, it was the same number as before.

Qin Jiang understood, while around him people were gasping one after another.

“Oh my god… It’s undeniable that Qin Jiang’s design and its level of completion are high, and the market potential is very promising.”

“But he’s just a college student… to sell patent rights for $2 million? Do you know what that means?”

“It means Qin Jiang is going to get rich—driving a top supercar is nothing; owning a private jet will be within reach soon~~“

“This tech competition awards $200,000 for first place, and $100,000 each for second and third!”

“Qin Jiang just made a move and sold a patent far exceeding the prize money—when did this kid get clever? Has he been lucky because of a rich woman?“

The comments went on and on.

Song Jie saw this and drooled with envy.

His Brother Jiang had finally made something of himself! He was so proud.

Two million? For a college student that’s already a substantial startup fund.

The key was: this money wasn’t earned by selling his looks. It’s the hard-earned fee he should receive for his research.

Everyone thought Qin Jiang should be satisfied.

However, meeting the gaze of the Huayang Technology boss, Qin Jiang spoke with poised confidence, “I want five million!”

“And I’ll only give you five years of patent usage, thereafter the renewal will be handled as an equity investment, with a 40:60 profit split in your company’s favor.”

“If you agree, we can sign the contract now.”

“If you don’t, I won’t force you.”

With each sentence, Qin Jiang looked directly at the Huayang Technology boss and laid out his terms clearly.

Business is business.

Many students’ scientific design patents were grabbed by companies and sold cheaply, leaving the originators without even a credit.

The product would become popular, but the original creator would also be cut out of the picture.

Qin Jiang wouldn’t do such a foolish thing—he needed money, a lot of it, enough that he wouldn’t have to stand on tiptoe and still fail to reach Yan Liang.

His wife was too formidable, so he couldn’t be just a useless pretty face.

He didn’t want others later to mention the man beside Young Mistress Yan with mocking, dismissive looks.

He wanted a rightful, matching status beside Young Mistress Yan Liang.

The contestants all said: Qin Jiang is crazy, right?

What makes him think he’s worthy to even ask for that much?

Not only asking for five million for five years’ usage rights, but also insisting on forty percent of post-five-year equity profits?

He might as well rob a bank!

“Mr. Qin, it’s undeniable you have talent, but remember… you’re only a sophomore.”

“I’m willing to pay two million for the patent as appreciation and recognition of your talent—not to let you arrogantly think yourself as extraordinary!”

“Besides, there are countless cases where equity investment splits are 20:80; on what basis do you think you deserve forty percent of the profits?”

The Huayang Technology boss was named Xu Cheng.

He was shrewd and had a keen business sense.

His question was merely to test whether Qin Jiang was worthy.

Qin Jiang kept his back straight, his gaze steady and unafraid.

“Mr. Xu, you misunderstand.”

“I don’t want forty percent—I want sixty.”

“I take sixty, you take forty!”

The hall erupted: Good heavens!

You sly devil!!