Hong Chongzhen glanced at him from the corner of his eye. As if he had thought of something, his tone became cold.
"Oh right, you've been in A.M. before. What do you think of the A.M. Computing Institute?"
Cheng Zihuai noticed Hong Chongzhen's intentional probing and could only say, "Besides Elder Zhong, Professor Si seems to be not bad either."
Hong Chongzhen snorted, looking arrogant and proud. "Yes, Si Chengyan is alright. Zhong Shenglin only produced Si Chengyan. A.M. will be doomed sooner or later."
With that said, he looked at Cheng Zihuai with a smile. "But the Qingchong Computing Center is different. Over the past few years, a large number of talents have flooded into our center. It's just a matter of time before we surpass the A.M. Computing Institute."
"Learn well. In the future, my position will be reserved for you."
Hearing this, a glint flashed in Cheng Zihuai's eyes and he immediately said, "Thank you, Teacher."
