237 Tough Small Figures (2/2)

”I’m sure.” Ye Qingxuan pushed the suitcase to him. ”All the resources, documents, and related evidence are here. Ingmar thought that we wouldn’t have the original documents and wouldn’t be able to do a chronology test if he burned down our house, but he doesn’t know that I’ve already seen the originals and copied them last night. Not even a punctuation mark is wrong. If you need it, I can also provide a comparison to Ingmar’s version.”

”No need.” Bayer shook his head. ”His papers…I’ve already seen them.” With a dark expression, he picked up the papers and flipped through the pages. In the end, he set them down and lit a cigar, inhaling sharply.

”You two really didn’t come just for f*cking tea, huh?” he muttered, feeling close to a breakdown. ”How am I so f*cking unlucky? I was unlucky just to get sent to somewhere like Anglo, and now something this big just happened without me even doing anything?”

He was in pain; of course he was in pain and he wanted to die. He was the one who went to Hermes to verify Ingmar’s papers; he was the one who sent it up. If news of this problem spread, it would definitely be a scandal in the entire academic world. How did this giant drama just occur so suddenly?

”Ye Qingxuan, Charles,” he said, smoking and looking at them gravely. ”Once you report this, it’ll become huge. There might be another solution. Please consider carefully, are you sure you want to report it?”

”No need. I already considered it for five minutes last night,” Ye Qingxuan said nonchalantly. ”There aren’t many things that are worth five minutes of my consideration ever since I turned sixteen.”

Seeing the determination in his eyes, Bayer felt his tooth ache. ”Okay.” He reached out for Ye Qingxuan’s papers. ”I…”

”Wait!” Leo, who had been standing to the side quietly with a livid expression, suddenly held down the papers. He looked at Bayer with a professional look. ”This is an internal conflict of the Royal Academy of Music. If the Musician’s Union wishes to intervene, they must file a case and at least have the principal’s signature with paper documents.”

Bayer instantly grew helpless. Why would they come if they had the principal’s permission? Why would they not do things through public negotiations? Leo was clearly forcing them out.

But before he could speak, Ye Qingxuan revealed that creepy smile again. ”I’ve said many times for you to tell me what else I need at once so I don’t have to keep running around.” Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a genuine expression. ”Are you sure I don’t need anything else?”

With that, he pulled a piece of paper from the briefcase and placed it before them. Maxwell’s signature was on it—it was clearly a certificate of permission. This was the inside of the Musician’s Union and right before Bayer’s eyes. Ye Qingxuan did not dare to use illusion tricks so this certificate was definitely real.

Leo froze. He had just randomly thought of an excuse but did not expect Ye Qingxuan to really have the principal’s signature. Charles was shocked too; he did not think Ye Qingxuan would be so well-prepared.

”Now, you don’t have to be like that worker and require something from the Avalonian police department to prove that I’m myself, right?”

The youth’s question was like a slap to Leo, causing his features to twist. He left angrily.

Bayer glanced at his furious backside with pity and shrugged at the youth. ”To be honest, he annoys me too, but I can’t do anything. There are all kinds of people in the world. It would be difficult for the Musician’s Union to work here without his family either.”

Ye Qingxuan smiled but did not reply. Bayer sighed helplessly.

”I will represent the union and process the case.” He sighed and gathered the files. Rising, he said, ”This case involves many parties. You’ll need to wait a while.”

Grinning, Ye Qingxuan waved at him. ”Okay, come back soon.”

Bayer’s facial muscles twitched; he sighed and left.

When the resting room fell silent, Charles glanced to each side. Confirming that there was nobody watching, he moved closer with a curious face and asked quietly, ”You’ve been with me since last night. Where did you get the principal’s signature?”

Ye Qingxuan smirked. ”Do you still remember when he gave Old Phil special approval as the history department’s honorary member?”

Charles was dazed. ”No way.”

”I just copied it then, just in case.” Ye Qingxuan shrugged. ”It’s not like he’ll actually go ask the principal, right? Oh, and I secretly carved the academy’s seal too…”

Charles was speechless.

There was a saying that the world was as large as your guts, but he had never expected that his junior had even copied the academy’s seal!