As I expected, the president's office was also extremely shabby. It had to be decorated but not decorated, and it had to be furnished but not furnished.

It's like traveling back in time to the 1980s. Even the basic radiator in the office in front of you is still the cast-iron model from the last century.

Under the sunlight, the huge office was filled with dust particles.

Several desks were placed in a messy manner. Although the desks were wiped clean, there was nothing on them.

On the footrest of the desk, I can still see a layer of hazy dust, and I don't know how many days it has not been used.

"Refill water."

Near the window, a bell-ringing order came from in front of a desk that was unique in the new century style.

The table was filled with stacks of books, blocking my sight.

It wasn't until I walked closer that an old man with gray hair caught my eye.

The old man was wearing an old-style gray jacket and a pair of thick reading glasses. He was energetic and energetic, with bright eyes. His elegance also revealed the majesty of a superior, and he looked very dignified.

I picked up the boiling water bottle that could go into the folk museum, and silently opened the teacup and poured boiling water.

As soon as I looked, I saw a pile of paper manuscripts on my desk, which made me freeze slightly.

"Drought and earthquake theory!"

Next to the paper manuscript on drought and earthquake, there are several handwritten first drafts bound into volumes.

"A Practical Study on Ji Chang's Destruction of Sanxingdui!!"

My breathing stopped suddenly!

"Numerical loading analysis of crustal movement in the Longmenshan and Xianshuihe fault zones and simulation of hollow double layer difference..."

My pupils slowly tightened as much as possible, and my eyelids twitched inexplicably.

Suddenly, a printed book pierced my eyes.

"The final verification of Nan Qianlong!!!"

On the first page of the book, there is a red printed circle. There are two dazzling red words marked in the circle.

"Top secret!"

My heart skipped a beat.

The distribution and direction of Nanqianlong is a century-old mystery that has troubled China’s earth masters and earth science masters for more than a hundred years!

This book actually dares to mark the final textual research?

Who is the author?

"Um?"

"Who are you? What do you do?"

The old man suddenly raised his head, and two rays of light shone directly from behind the thick glasses with the bottom of the beer bottle.

Although the old man in front of him is already very old, he looks like a fierce tiger and has a strong sense of oppression.

Especially those two inverted eyebrows, like two steel knives, combined with his tiger-like facial features, are really scary.

"My name is Teacher Tong..."

Before I could finish speaking, the old tiger scolded me head-on!

"I didn't ask your name. Let me ask you, how did you get in?"

I replied quietly: "I walked in!"

"What idiot let you in?"

"you!"

I responded calmly: "You let me in."

The old man was stunned and yelled: "Fart!"

"When did I let you in?"

Facing the grumpy old man, I responded softly: "I'm knocking on the door. You said, get in!"

The old man's eyes were fixed, staring at me, and he raised his arm in anger and pointed: "Get out!"

I said quietly: "I'm looking for the eighth sword holder!"

"I am!"

I was about to speak, but the old man suddenly yelled angrily: "Get out of here!"

I calmly put down the dispatch letter and turned around to go out.

After leaving the room, the old man seemed to be still angry. I also heard the teacup being smashed on the table and the sound of manuscript paper being torn.

Standing at the door, I felt a little uncomfortable, but more worried!

This place is full of weirdness.

The two living old men seen outside and inside the door were more eccentric than the other, and one had a fiercer temper than the other.

Is this really the Fangzhou that is highly praised by all the tutors in the junior class?

If I come here, can I really find her?

Apart from Fangzhou, where else can I go to find her?

"The old man lost his temper again?"

The person who spoke was the third living person I saw in Fangzhou.

The man didn't know when he was standing at the foot of the steps, pushing an old bicycle in his hand.

He was only in his forties, and his hair had not been washed for an unknown amount of time. The hair stood up in bunches, and there were flakes of skin accompanied by black oil, and there was an unpleasant smell.

This middle-aged man's appearance is also extremely ordinary. If he is so embarrassed, no one will take a second look.

Balsam pear's face is full of the hardships of having experienced multiple pressures from family and work. She is like a submissive little daughter-in-law, and her voice is pitifully small.

I nodded.

The middle-aged man suddenly changed his color. He made a mute gesture towards me, put down his bicycle like a thief, carried his briefcase and tiptoed back, for fear of making any sound.

That's both funny and ridiculous.

Suddenly, there was a loud crunching sound. The old tiger pushed the door hard and roared in the air.

"Master Tong! Where did he die?"

"Let me ask you. These seven..."

When he caught a glimpse of me, the old tiger was about to speak!

Suddenly, the tiger old man raised his eyebrows and shouted fiercely: "Ma Zhongchao, Xiaoliba bastard, stop here."

When the tiger roared, the middle-aged man felt as if he had been hit by high-voltage electricity. He shrank into a ball, trembled and turned around with difficulty, and a charming smile that was uglier than crying appeared on his withered face.

"President, what are you doing today..."

"Are you free?"

President Tiger pushed me aside, and Meteor rushed down the steps, grabbing Ma Zhongchao: "If I don't come back today, you little brat won't know how many years and months you will hide from me?"

"Let me ask you, what did the headquarters say?"

Even though Ma Zhongchao is tall and tall, he looks like a little hen in the hands of the short President Tiger.

He closed his eyes tightly and reported tremblingly.

"Headquarters has instructed us that the situation in the future will be more difficult, telling us that we must persevere. Persistence is victory..."

Bah! "Stop memorizing lines for me to act in a play!"

The Chairman of the Tigers angrily yelled at Ma Zhongchao, slapped him unceremoniously, and shouted sternly: "You didn't get the fucking money, did you?"

"About to arrive."

"About to arrive."

Ma Zhongchao announced the good news with a smile.

"oh……"

President Tiger was startled, his calloused hands froze in the air, and his voice dropped an octave: "How much?"

Ma Zhongchao laughed and raised his right hand.

"Thirty million?! Is that so much?"

"Didn't I ask you to take charge of the headquarters for 200 million?"

"What is thirty million enough for?"

Ma Zhongchao suddenly showed a bitter face: "Now that the economy is in difficulty, the headquarters encourages us to carry forward hard work and self-reliance..."

"fart!"

President Tigers interrupted Ma Zhongchao coldly: "I don't know you yet? You are a worthless coward."

Ma Zhongchao squeezed out the most flattering smile, and his face turned into chrysanthemums: "President, actually 30 million is not a lot. The salary arrears last year and this year can be paid for six months..."

"Each institution and library can save money and have a prosperous new year."

President Tiger's face turned pale, and he scolded Ma Zhongchao.

Ma Zhongchao's face was meek, like a weak daughter-in-law who was submissive and submissive, obeying the instructions and flattering her all the time.

"Eh? Xiaochao, something's wrong with you. Is there something you're hiding from me?"

Ma Zhongchao was so excited that he shook his head and said it was okay: "It's National Day and it's Mid-Autumn Festival. I want to distribute the money quickly so that everyone can be happy..."


Chapter completed!