Although the matter was settled, the host asked the two of them to stay for dinner. In fact, Li Zhen wanted to go back to the base - at least he could spend more time with Ke Song. But it's not hospitality, but it's also difficult. He could only settle down and listen to Dai Bingcheng and Ying Zhaoran chatting, but he also knew a lot of inside stories.

For example, the Ying family used to be the chief of the secret service office. Even real-time today has a considerable influence in this system. Another example is this Ying Zhaoran...... It turned out to be the magistrate of Binh Duong City.

Li Zhen is really getting more and more embarrassed. Not only did he not know who the governor of his province was, but he didn't even know who the governor of the city was. But no matter how you look at it, Ying Zhaoran doesn't have the slightest shelf - when he mentioned Pingyang Zhishi in the past, the first impression that came to his mind was a black official car, a magnificent office, a slightly rich middle-aged man, and a majestic face. But now the one next to him, like the most ordinary uncle in the neighbor's house, looks calm and peaceful, and he can't see the slightest momentum.

He would even turn his head to ask Li Zhen's opinion from time to time during the conversation, as if he had completely regarded him as a peer. But the truth seems to be the same - Ying Zhaoran is Ying Ran's brother after all.

Li Zhen never thought that one day he would sit and chat with the magistrate of the city where he was located, and everything seemed to be just because of the changes that had occurred in his body.

But he still wonders about one thing - why do these people think so highly of themselves?

Of course, he himself has no reason to look down on himself, and it has never been Li Zhen's style to be arrogant. But regardless of the facts, the strength. The reality is there.

For example, if a person has an IQ of 200, knows astronomy and geography, and has insight into the changes in the world, he can casually make some earth-shattering inventions. But before he was known, before he did earth-shattering deeds, probably no one would take him seriously.

A person like Ying Ziyang is the head of an aristocratic family for hundreds of years, and he has great power. No matter what kind of amazing and brilliant people he is, he must have seen a lot of them. It's a great fight on your own, and it's not an exaggeration to say it's a humanoid tank. But that wouldn't be the reason why he took himself so seriously, right? There are millions of regular troops in the empire, and no matter how strong they are. It is impossible to contend with such forces. Maybe you can use that special ability to defeat Chiyou. But even if he wasn't on the battlefield, the Empire still had many ways to kill him—but at great cost.

Thinking about it, Li Zhendu felt that the "treatment" he currently enjoys is really super high. So he was a little absent-minded all the time, and if it weren't for what his family doctor had said before, he would have fallen asleep again. He was going to spend time with his friend who had lost his memory.

Spend an hour and a half in the warmth of the room. It was finally getting dark. Li Zhen breathed a sigh of relief—because he was indeed hungry.

Tea was drunk cup after cup. The stomach was scraped empty. Since he can't escape, it's better to hurry to the table, at least there is food to block his face, and he just eats with his head down—there is no need to talk to them awkwardly and in a proper manner. That kind of serious taste is really uncomfortable.

And yet at this very moment. An unexpected thing happened.

A security guard knocked on the door, walked over to Ying Zhaoran's side and whispered something. Ying Zhaoran looked at Dai Bingcheng and Li Zhen, and smiled apologetically: "Both, miss the company." ”

It looked like a family matter, so the two didn't ask much. But just more than ten minutes after Ying Zhaoran walked out of the city with the security officer, the two of them suddenly heard someone outside shouting: "Ying Gong, Ying Gong!" ”

followed by Ying Zhaoran's low shout: "Yuntai, calm down!" ”

But before Li Zhen and Dai Bingcheng could figure out what was going on, the door was pushed open with a bang.

A middle-aged man appeared at the door. Thin and small, shriveled and swarthy, he wore a dusty down jacket. If it weren't for a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, he would have looked like a true farmer – a stark contrast to his name. This man seemed to be taken aback when he saw the two people in the room, but he didn't stop, he rushed straight in, and his mouth still didn't stop: "Ying Gong!" ”

Ying Zhaoran and the security guard followed. The security guard seemed to be planning to get him out of the way, but Ying Zhaoran looked at the two guests in the room, waved his hand with a gloomy face, and sent the security guard away.

He strode over to the man and pulled him for a moment: "Yuntai, what kind of system have you become!" ”

"I can't help it, I really can't help it!" The man's emotions looked quite excited, waving his arms indiscriminately, "If you don't solve it for me, I can only come to Ying Gong!" ”

Ying Zhaoran wanted to say something, but the old man had already walked out of the inner room. Standing at the entrance to see the appearance of the living room clearly, he coughed heavily: "Yuntai!" What a system! ”

said the same thing as Ying Zhaoran. But it worked. The person who came suddenly quieted down, moved his mouth, and said as if he was full of grievances: "Ying Gong, I am here to beg you to come." ”

Ying Ziyang looked at Li Zhen and Dai Bingcheng, and sighed slightly: "You...... Alas. Sit down and talk. ”

Seeing that the person who came finally came to his senses, Ying Zhaoran also slowed down his face, sat down next to him, and introduced him: "This is Dai Bingcheng, the director of the Security Bureau of the Secret Service Office. This is Li Zhen, the executive officer of the Secret Service Office. This is Shen Mu Shen Yuntai, an associate professor at Liaoji University. ”

Li Zhen was slightly surprised. This man doesn't look like a scholar.

Dai Bingcheng and Li Zhen smiled and greeted him, but Shen Mu seemed to be unimpressed by the identities of the two people, only nodded and didn't say a word. Such an attitude, naturally, would not be pleasant, but neither showed it. It's just that this scholar has a natural resistance to the name of the Secret Service Mansion - after all, it sounds similar to the East Factory and West Factory in the history of the empire.

Shen Mu sat on the chair, but he looked like he was going to stand up at any time, and his expression was very anxious. There was a sense of gain and loss in the anxiety, and even Li Zhen could see that he was planning to ask Ying Ziyang for something.

He couldn't help but secretly guess the identity of this person in his heart. Although he has not yet learned the ability to read clothes, he can also see that the clothes on people are bargains. The cuffs of the down jacket still have uncut threads, and the collar of the exposed shirt is also a little yellow, so it should have been a long time since it was changed. One of the temples seemed to have lost its buckle and was wrapped in white wire, but even the white line was almost no longer in its original color. Such a shabby person looks quite familiar with Ying Gong......

Who exactly is it?

Ying Ziyang frowned slightly after sitting down: "Yuntai, what's wrong with you?" Why don't you say hello? ”

Shen Mu looked at Ying Zhaoran, and stopped talking, and only said, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to see you after saying hello." ”

Ying Ziyang looked at Ying Zhaoran. The Pingyang magistrate behaved like a child in front of his father, and spread his hands helplessly: "I was the one who stopped him." But I can't help with that. ”

The secretive attitude of the two people made the old man a little angry. He snorted and pointed at Ying Zhaoran: "You tell me about it." ”

"Yuntai came to me once a year ago, for the sake of funding." Ying Zhaoran smiled slightly wryly, "He wants to get more sponsorship for his project." But as you know, his research is private, and the research funds of Liaoji University cannot be allocated to him. What's more, he still applied for 112 projects - each of which is in the number of 100,000. No matter how big my face is, it is impossible for me to meddle in this kind of thing. It would be nice if I said hello to their school's board of trustees privately and got him funding for some university-level research projects. But this ...... I really can't do anything about it. ”

Shen Mu didn't interject, only looked at Ying Ziyang with a sad face.

The old man glanced at him and frowned slightly: "Then you didn't do anything else?" When is this all in, look what he has made of himself! ”

Ying Zhaoran didn't speak, but Shen Mu spoke. He seemed a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "Ying Gong, I'm ...... This one...... I don't blame Brother Ying. Last time, he gave me 3,000 yuan and asked me to have a good New Year. ”

Dai Bingcheng and Li Zhen invariably lowered their heads and looked for a cup of tea - but unfortunately it was already cold.

This guy has a really thick skin. It turned out that he was looking for Ziyang to ask for research funds. And it sounds like there was really no way to do it before, and he gave him three thousand yuan in private—but today he ran to the door again.

Ordinary people have already been beaten out of this way, right? What is the origin of this guy?

Ying Ziyang frowned: "What about the money?" Where did you spend it? He looked at Shen Mu and patted the armrest of the chair, "You're almost forty years old!" Now you haven't even made a home - do you want your Shen family to be the last one?! ”

It was the first time for Li Zhen to see this old man so excited. And Shen Mu couldn't help but shrink his neck, and said, "Ying Gong, you are angry, I am the money...... I used to fix the accelerator. I rented a house outside myself as a laboratory, and some time ago that, that ......"

As soon as he said this, Ying Ziyang was stunned, and his anger seemed to subside. He looked rather helpless and shook his head: "Yuntai." Alas. ”

Seeing that his attitude softened, Shen Mu hurriedly said: "Ying Gong, you have always been knowledgeable, you sponsored me to go to university, and funded me to study for a master's degree and a doctorate, and said that doing research is a good thing. I'm doing research right now. But I'm engaged in basic theories, and a group of people around me say I'm whimsical, but I know that they are all stupid! ”

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There is another chapter later. Won another 6000 words today! (To be continued.) )