On Monday morning, Zhao Zijian, accompanied by the intermediary brother, went to the Housing Authority with the original owner of the house to go through the transfer procedures, and then drove slowly to the experimental building of Qidong University.

He has a full set of formal procedures, although the car is unfamiliar, the license plate is unfamiliar, and the people are unfamiliar, but as soon as the card is swiped, it is still easy to enter.

The Cancer Research Center of Qidong University occupies the seventh, eighth and ninth floors of this experimental building, and is one of the important research directions that occupy a very high position in the School of Medicine of Qidong University.

Qi Yanjun's laboratory occupies most of the ninth floor.

Zhao Zijian swiped his card in, and the security guard at the door saw that he was raw, and quickly called the staff in the laboratory, and after a minute, one of Qi Yanjun's students came out to pick him up.

It's just that this Monday, it was Qi Yanjun's turn to go to the specialist clinic, so she took a few students to the provincial hospital, and she usually didn't come over until near noon.

But it didn't matter, Qi Yanjun had already arranged for her students to take Zhao Zijian to take a brief tour of the entire laboratory - along the way, she also met many people who had drunk with them that night.

At noon, Qi Yanjun came back, and then received a phone call that Zhou Changqing had already rushed over.

At about twelve o'clock in the afternoon, after two time and space, and about a year together, Zhao Zijian finally met Zhou Changqing, who was also a teacher and friend in his previous life.

When Zhao Zijian went to study with him, he was already in his sixties, so Zhao Zijian basically never saw him when he was young, and now, he is just in his early forties.

Although he had long learned from Qi Yanjun that the Zhao Zijian who introduced him to her was a young man who was not yet twenty years old, Zhou Changqing was still a little surprised when he really saw him, and in addition, in front of strangers, he was also a little restrained as always.

The two shook hands, Zhao Zijian bowed slightly, did not call his name, did not bring a form, just said: "Hello sir!" - a little awkward, it seems to be the name of the waiter in the hotel to the guest, the careless person didn't hear anything, and the careful person would feel a little awkward when he heard it, but he didn't care much.

However, in Zhao Zijian's heart, this is the respect he feels he should have.

This life is not the previous life, he will definitely not go to Zhou Changqing to learn anything, and maybe even the other way around, use some of the things that Zhou Changqing guided him in the previous life to guide him, so in the previous life, he was still a teacher and a friend, but in this life, he can only be a friend, and he has forgotten his friends.

But even if it is a change of world, kindness is kindness after all.

In his previous life, Zhao Zijian mostly called him "old man", not very solemn, but he has an indescribable intimacy, and this title will definitely not be used in this life, this "sir", in Zhao Zijian's own heart, is even his half-master gift to Mr. Zhou Changqing.

Zhou Changqing also said very solemnly: "Hello Mr. Zhao. ”

This time, he rushed over for Zhao Zijian's sake, with a stomach full of doubts and puzzles.

The core question must be: How did Zhao Zijian know himself, and how could he believe in his ability and attitude so much, and recommend himself to Qi Yanjun?

In the last life, he chatted, according to himself, before he was in his fifties, he was basically a pure researcher, stupid, and couldn't hold back the words in his stomach. But at that time, Zhao Zijian could only listen to him summarize himself, and it was impossible for him to go to Zhou Changqing twenty or thirty years ago to see Zhou Changqing at that time.

But now it seems that his own summary is still accurate.

didn't wait for everyone to close the door and talk for a long time, at the lunch table hosted by Qi Yanjun at noon, he couldn't help but throw this topic out, and looked at Zhao Zijian expectantly.

Zhao Zijian had no choice but to stop his chopsticks and answer him seriously: "A person who does things sincerely, his people, and his career will slowly be recognized by others after all." I admire you as a person, and I appreciate your research direction, so is it important to ask about coincidences or special inquiries?"

This answer is ambiguous, looking at Zhou Changqing's expression, this should not be his ideal answer.

But after thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "We should exchange mobile phone numbers!" I will also use WeChat now, and I also have >

Everyone at the table laughed, and soon, Zhou Changqing himself laughed.

Then they exchanged > very formally

The afternoon was a long conversation behind closed doors.

Zhao Zijian, Qi Yanjun and Zhou Changqing chatted about the situation of the forum, or salon, and Qi Yanjun's group of students and a few disciples brought by Zhou Changqing were listening below.

Not to mention anything else, these disciples brought by Zhou Changqing, Zhao Zijian had more or less dealt with each other in his previous life, and two of them were even quite familiar, but in this life, he could only pretend not to know each other and slowly start from scratch.

The conversation lasted from after lunch until half past seven in the afternoon.

Those who have a slightly normal stomach are already hungry, Zhao Zijian stubbornly found a pass, and ended this long chat, and everyone got up one after another.

In the evening, they had dinner together, and Qi Yanjun couldn't help but express some hope that Zhao Zijian would really join in, but Zhao Zijian answered her very clearly in front of everyone, "The experiment is your business, I can give advice, but I don't want to participate in the details of your experiment." Let's just think I'm lazy, Professor Qi, I told you last time that I'm going to apply for the School of Economics!"

In this regard, Qi Yanjun could only sigh.

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After seeing Zhou Changqing, in Zhao Zijian's heart, his trip to Minghu City this time was basically successful.

The next morning, I received a call from the decoration company, went over to look at their design drafts, finalized one of them, asked them to make a slight modification, and made the project quotation, and then drove to the mall to buy a few small things, ready to go back to give away.

But when he returned to the hotel after shopping, Zhao Zijian was reversing, and when he inadvertently turned his head, he found that the license plate on a tall off-road vehicle on the side seemed to be a little familiar.

The car was parked and looked closely, and it was really the off-road vehicle I had seen in Heting Mountain that day.

As soon as his heart moved, he simply turned off the fire and sat in the car.

This license plate is from Minghu City, and no matter who the driver is, he will come to the hotel, either to pick up people, or to visit friends, in short, it is unlikely that he should stay in the hotel.

So I don't think you need to wait too long.

Sure enough, after only about thirty or forty minutes, he saw two familiar faces walking over with a smile and a smile - one of them was the "junior brother" he had seen in Heting Mountain that day, and the other was a little strange.

It was actually Liu Xuezhi.

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