Ren Zhouyuan didn't want to take Anan to Wei Qi's competition, but seeing how Anan was getting more and more motivated day by day, how Anan's little hands were able to dismantle and reassemble the drone faster and faster, and how Anan's pretty little face was getting more and more confident day by day, Ren Zhouyuan couldn't say no in the end.

Every time before dismantling and reassembling the drone, Anan would put a small timer on the table, which was a gift from Fan Wenfeng. Every time before pressing the timer, Anan would raise both of her hands in front of Ren Zhouyuan, and when she saw that she had used less than the last time, she would excitedly raise the timer to show it to Ren Zhouyuan. Her happy little face really made Ren Zhouyuan happy and confused.

Wei Qi's competition was scheduled to be held on Saturday morning. The closer it was to the day of the competition, the more excited Anan was. She didn't even forget to play with the drone and the robot in her hands while walking on the road. Even Teacher Chen told Ren Zhouyuan that Anan only cared about playing with these small toys in kindergarten.

Ren Zhouyuan was originally worried that Anan would become more and more withdrawn, but Teacher Chen said that Anan had found something she liked. Although she still couldn't make friends with the other children, when the other children in the class came over to take a look, Anan wasn't stingy. She introduced the toys to the other children generously and even taught them how to assemble them. She looked much more cheerful than before.

Ren Zhouyuan didn't expect that these small models could be so useful, so he let Ren Anan continue to tinker with them. Even though Ren Zhouyuan knew that Anan wanted him to go with her to watch the competition on Saturday, he still couldn't agree easily.

Just when Ren Zhouyuan was struggling with his own thoughts, Fan Wenfeng sent him a piece of bad news.

After Ren Zhouyuan left the archeological team, he wrote his first academic paper under the pen name "An Yi" based on some of his archeological knowledge and research, and published it in the leading magazine in the industry.

It was also from then on that the name "An Yi" became famous, and then several papers were published, which were reprinted many times at home and abroad. Until now, this name was still praised by many scholars. Even though he had never appeared in public, he was still considered one of the authoritative figures in the field.

When Ren Zhouyuan and Fan Wenfeng first met, Fan Wenfeng already knew that Ren Zhouyuan was "An Yi" himself. He also did academic research in this field, so of course he knew how famous the name "An Yi" was.

But before he met Ren Zhouyuan, Fan Wenfeng always thought that a person who could write such a sophisticated and accurate essay must be an old professor or doctor with years of research experience. When he first found out that Ren Zhouyuan was "An Yi", Fan Wenfeng was so scared that he thought Ren Zhouyuan was lying to him.

Fan Wenfeng knew the importance of raising a pen name. "An Yi" had a high starting point, and with such an excellent paper as a foundation, he couldn't just let it go to waste.

So over the years, Fan Wenfeng raised five or six pen names for Ren Zhouyuan. Although the other pen names also had good results, they couldn't compare to "An Yi". This was also thanks to Fan Wenfeng's careful selection of articles and publishing channels for these pen names.

"An Yi" was a highly valued existence in Fan Wenfeng's cultural communication company and in the industry. However, such an important pen name was exposed to be stolen from the archeological team's internal information!

When Ren Zhouyuan received a call from Fan Wenfeng, Fan Wenfeng sounded a little out of breath. He anxiously reported the situation to Ren Zhouyuan and told him that the company was still discussing countermeasures, then hurriedly hung up the phone.

Ren Zhouyuan looked at the phone and frowned. He didn't think that he had done the things that were being accused of. Moreover, it had been so long since they brought up his first paper, so he felt that it wasn't as simple as just nitpicking behind the scenes.

He returned to his room and dug out the materials that he had saved when he was writing the paper. He flipped through them one by one, and it reminded him of the time when he and Anan lived in a small rented house that was less than 10 square meters.

He had written the paper word by word. Back then, he had a deep memory of how hard his life was. For that paper, he had read many books and spent many days and nights burning the midnight oil. Now that he was being slandered for stealing the paper, even Ren Zhouyuan, who had always maintained a peaceful attitude, couldn't stand it.

He sorted out the materials and put the other messy materials that he thought might be useful into his briefcase. He planned to go to Fan Wenfeng's company to discuss a solution with the senior management.

Ren Zhouyuan picked up his bag and walked out of the room. When he walked out, he saw Anan sitting quietly on the sofa, carrying his small backpack, waiting for him.

Ren Zhouyuan was stunned. He suddenly remembered that today was the day of Anan's competition.

Ren Zhouyuan was in a difficult position. He didn't want to appear in Vic with An 'an in the first place, and now that this had happened, he couldn't leave. However, An' an's black and bright eyes were looking at him expectantly, so Ren Zhouyuan couldn't easily refuse. After all, An 'an had been looking forward to this competition for so long.

Anan seemed to have noticed that Ren Zhouyuan wasn't going to take him out. He pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "Dad, do you have to work?"

It seemed that in Anan's heart, nothing was as important as Ren Zhouyuan's work. Sometimes Anan even felt that Ren Zhouyuan's work was more important than his own, just like now.

Ren Zhouyuan hesitated for a moment. He walked to Anan and squatted down beside him. "Anan, listen to me. Dad has something important to do now." Seeing Anan's sad expression, Ren Zhouyuan couldn't bear it. He thought for a moment and said, "I'll take you to Uncle Wen Feng's place first. If Dad finishes his work, I'll take you to the competition, okay?"

Anan lowered his head and played with his fingers. After a while, he nodded silently.

Ren Zhouyuan took Anan to Fan Wenfeng's company. This was the first time he came here as "An Yi". Even when he first signed the contract with the company, he only asked Fan Wenfeng to solve the problem. In the whole company, only Fan Wenfeng knew that he was "An Yi".

After such an incident, Ren Zhouyuan couldn't just wait at home for news. Not to mention the pen name "An Yi", even the other pen names were created by him over the years. Not only did they contain his blood, sweat, and tears, but also the efforts of Fan Wenfeng and other people in the company. Even so, when he arrived at the company, Ren Zhouyuan still had the illusion that he was about to tear off his skin and expose himself to everyone.

Ren Zhouyuan called Fan Wenfeng when he arrived at the company. When Fan Wenfeng received Ren Zhouyuan's call, she was shocked. She said a few words to the person on the other end of the phone and then hurried downstairs to pick him up.

"Why are you here?" Fan Wenfeng asked anxiously. "Didn't I tell you to wait at home?

Don't worry, we can handle it. "

Ren Zhouyuan patted his briefcase and said to Fan Wenfeng as he walked, "I brought some materials I used to write my thesis. I hope they can help."

Fan Wenfeng looked down at his briefcase and saw Ren Zhouyuan holding Anan's hand. She looked up in surprise and asked, "Why is Anan here too?"

He saw Anan carrying a small backpack and suddenly remembered, "Isn't Anan going to participate in a competition today?"

Ren Zhouyuan sighed and looked down at Anan. Anan had kept his head down on the way here. Ren Zhouyuan didn't feel good seeing him like this, but there was nothing he could do.

He shrugged his shoulders at Fan Wenfeng. Fan Wenfeng guessed something from Ren Zhouyuan's eyes. Fan Wenfeng didn't mention anything about the competition after that. He only gave Ren Zhouyuan a brief summary of the current progress of the discussion.

It seemed that the other people in the company also knew who Fan Wenfeng was going to pick up. When the three of them walked to the door of the conference room, it was so quiet that it seemed that no one was inside.

Fan Wenfeng gave Ren Zhouyuan an encouraging look and then pushed the door open. When the door opened, more than a dozen people sitting inside looked at the door together. This made Ren Zhouyuan's heart beat faster.

"Everyone, let me introduce you." Fan Wenfeng brought Ren Zhouyuan to the middle of the room after entering. "This is Ren Zhouyuan, Mr. Ren, whose pen name is' An Yi '. Mr. Ren wants to come in person to see if he can help with the thesis."

When they entered the room, the people in the conference room were guessing Ren Zhouyuan's identity. At this time, Fan Wenfeng brought him in. Other than "An Yi," there was almost no other possibility. However, when they saw how young the person in front of them was, they became a little suspicious.

However, when Fan Wenfeng said that this person was "An Yi," many people's faces showed disbelief. There were a few sporadic glimmers of light in their eyes, as if they were looking at a money tree.

Ren Zhouyuan rarely dealt with this kind of situation. He moved his shoulders uncomfortably and after a simple greeting to everyone, he was led to his seat by Fan Wenfeng.

However, when they sat down, everyone saw that there was a child behind Ren Zhouyuan. A beautiful mixed-race child could easily attract people's attention. In an instant, everyone's eyes shifted from Ren Zhouyuan to the Anan.

Ren Zhouyuan didn't like people staring at his son. He frowned and glanced at the Anan.

An 'an was still as quiet as ever. He obediently allowed them to move him around. Wherever Ren Zhouyuan went, he would follow. He would sit wherever Ren Zhouyuan told him to sit. However, his hand kept touching the small drone. The small body curled up on the chair, making Ren Zhouyuan sigh helplessly.

"I'm sorry, everyone," Ren Zhouyuan suddenly said, "My son is going to participate in a very important competition today, but this matter is related to An Yi. For me, both matters are extremely important. If it's possible, I have a presumptuous request." He glanced at Fan Wenfeng next to him and then turned his head, "I hope Wen Feng can take my son to the competition for me."

The Anan heard this and suddenly raised his head. His eyes were shining. He glanced at Ren Zhouyuan and then looked at Fan Wenfeng. He couldn't hide the anticipation in his eyes.

Most of the people present were in their thirties or forties. When they saw the expression on the child's face, they sympathized with him. Not to mention, this wasn't an important matter, so they quickly let him go.

Ren Zhouyuan and Fan Wenfeng walked to the door of the conference room. He first said a few words to Fan Wenfeng, then squatted down and kissed the Anan's forehead. He said to the Anan, "I'm sorry, Dad has something to do and can't leave. I'll ask Uncle Wen Feng to take you to the competition. When Dad is done here, I'll immediately go and see the Anan, okay?"

Although the Anan felt that it was a pity that his father couldn't see him compete, it was much better than not being able to participate in the competition.

He nodded and kissed Ren Zhouyuan back, saying, "Dad, you have to do your best. The Anan will do his best too!"

Ren Zhouyuan watched the two of them enter the elevator before returning to the conference room. As soon as he sat down, the discussion resumed.

Fan Wenfeng had already told Ren Zhouyuan a lot on the way up. What she told him was the worst-case scenario that everyone had discussed so far. Therefore, it wasn't until now that Ren Zhouyuan finally connected the cause and effect of the incident from beginning to end.

The cause of this incident was a person with the pen name "Si Kong", who posted a post on the Internet. The post listed a lot of "evidence", pointing out that Ren Zhouyuan's paper, which caused a sensation at that time, had "plagiarized" the results of the archeological team.

Ren Zhouyuan looked at the information they handed over. At first, he thought that the person named "Si Kong" was just someone who deliberately slandered him. However, after looking at the content of the evidence, he realized that the person named "Si Kong" was not an ordinary scholar. At least from the perspective of his writing style and analysis, this so-called "evidence" was a very high-level "paper".

He thought for a long time about whether there was a person with the pen name "Si Kong" in the archeological team, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember such a person.

However, judging from the words of the other party, only someone who was in the archeological team at that time could produce such seemingly "authentic" materials.

Actually, he didn't even have enough time to defend the archeological team at that time, so how could there be any core materials that he could steal?

Ren Zhouyuan took out the materials he brought over and discussed it with everyone for a long time. He also made it clear that he was 100% original at that time.

The meeting lasted for more than two hours. Compared to the situation at the beginning when everyone was clueless, the information brought by Ren Zhouyuan gave them a boost of confidence and gave them more evidence to turn the situation around.

While the meeting was still going on, a sudden ringtone interrupted everyone's discussion. Ren Zhouyuan blushed and hurriedly took out his phone to hang up. However, when he saw the words "Fan Wenfeng" on the screen, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He made an apologetic gesture and walked out of the meeting room quickly. The moment he picked up the phone, he heard Fan Wenfeng say on the other end of the line:

"Anan is in trouble, hurry over!"