"Forget it, just this once, not for example."

Chen Feng decided to forgive her.

What else can you do if you don't forgive her?

Spanking?

"It's really stingy, only give it once, what if someone else runs out."

Ou Qinglan muttered unconvinced.

Chen Feng heard it clearly, and could only sigh in his heart.

Everyone has a different view of the world, and there is a deviation in the understanding of things, and it is really difficult to explain it.

"Who's that bad old man with you? I see that he is quite tough, why don't you do me a favor and go back and ask him out. ”

Ou Qinglan was puzzled: "He poked your ass with a needle, and you still asked him?" What shall you ask him to do? ”

Chen Feng took a deep breath, "The decisive battle at the top of Huashan Mountain." Either he dies or I die! ”

That sad and indignant state of mind came again.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"Uncle Dong Shan is over 170 years old, you want to make an appointment with such an old gentleman?"

"Huh? One hundred and seventeen? ”

After talking with Ou Qinglan about cordially greeting Mr. Dong Shan for a while, Chen Feng completely dispelled the idea of revenge.

In many previous timelines, Chen Feng did not know Ou Qinglan's colleagues in the Xuanwu Academy.

But he can be sure that there must not be a person like Dong Shan who came here before.

Because in the past, the life expectancy of scientific researchers could not reach 170 years at all.

Old man Dong should be his first time dealing with it.

The old man is the deputy leader of the project team in charge of Ou Qinglan.

On the surface, the old man is Ou Qinglan's assistant, but it doesn't mean that his knowledge is lower than Ou Qinglan.

On the contrary, Old Man Dong is one of the few thousand remaining scholars today, that is, one of the grandmaster-level scholars.

He was very knowledgeable, had many scholarly achievements, and had many disciples.

It's just that he has a strange temperament and doesn't like to show his head, and he is interested in Ou Qinglan's project, so he simply came to be an assistant.

In the project team, Ou Qinglan's specialty is spirituality and quick thinking, which is the advantage that youth brings to her.

Ou Qinglan is very talented, there is no doubt about that.

But her shortcomings are also obvious, she is too young, and although her basic knowledge is far stronger than Chen Feng's, it is still a little hot compared to the research she herself is engaged in.

Therefore, in the project team, Ou Qinglan is the team leader on the surface, responsible for leading the team forward, but it is the old man Dong Shan who really promotes the project on a solid theoretical basis.

Facing such a respectable but incorruptible and shameless despicable old man, Chen Feng suddenly felt hopeless for revenge, and sorrow came from it.

It's shameful to be disrespectful to be old at an age!

"Hey, forget it, so be it." Chen Feng sighed and jumped out of bed.

At that moment, a voice sounded from under his iron-framed bed.

"A manly man, a man is hard to chase after a word. Okay, you're not allowed to beat me. I'm recording. ”

Chen Feng looked back and saw the crumpled old face coming out from under the white curtain of the hospital bed.

You're a real show!

The three of them had eaten together, and Chen Feng knew that during the time when he was unconscious, Old Man Dong had personally gone out to help him for fear that the formalities would be completed.

As an expert-level scholar, Chen Feng owns a villa for his private use in the eastern suburbs of Science City, which is very large, which is about equivalent to a 10 million US dollar mansion in the United States back then.

What Chen Feng has to do now is to determine his research direction and the name of the project, and choose which unit to be affiliated with according to the needs of the project.

Ou Qinglan suggested: "Actually, you don't need to go far, you and my project team are seamlessly connected, and it just so happens that I am short of people, come and be my assistant." ”

Chen Feng looked at her expressionlessly, "Wake up, don't dream." Be respectful of your teachers. ”

"You ......" Ou Qinglan was avenged by Chen Feng, and jumped to her feet in anger, "Then what do you want to do?" If it weren't for Sister Tianxin asking me to take care of you when you went out, who would care about you! ”

The old man Dong Shan on the opposite side also looked at Chen Feng with interest while eating snacks.

Chen Feng said truthfully: "I want to study the process of science and technology in the 21st century. ”

"What?"

Ou Qinglan and Dong Shan opened their mouths at the same time, dumbfounded.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Feng wondered.

Ou Qinglan covered her heart.

"The decisive day is less than a year away, and you're going to study this? History? Are you sick? ”

She's really angry.

When she first heard that Chen Feng planned to transfer to scientific research, she was quite happy, and even took the initiative to ask Ying to help with Tang Tianxin.

Although she tried to ask Tang Tianxin about Chen Feng's intentions in vain, she didn't take it seriously.

Anyway, with the kind of amazing intuitive ability that Chen Feng showed, no matter what he studied, it would always be useful.

Now that I know his thoughts, it's okay that Ou Qinglan didn't collapse on the spot.

For example, what Chen Feng means now is almost as if in the early days of World War II, when a gifted nuclear physicist did not engage in military technology research and development, but instead studied the eating, drinking, and Lazar of medieval Europeans.

This can't be said that he is violently destroying heavenly things, it is simply a crime!

Chen Feng knew that he couldn't explain to her, and he didn't bother to argue, "You don't care about me, I've made up my mind." Tang Tianxin didn't care about me, just you talked a lot. ”

"Oh no, you...... How can you do that! Ou Qinglan's fingers trembled, and the mentor port in her personal brain called up the summary of the information that Chen Feng had browsed in the recent period.

It's really all the bits and pieces of the history of science and technology in the 21st century.

What is the nano process of silicon wafers, the signal transmission principle of 5G+ network, and the advanced theory of ternary lithium batteries......

What kind of antiques are these!

It's literal.

Ou Qinglan was so angry, "I don't agree!" ”

Chen Feng: "I'm sorry, this is my business, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

Ou Qinglan got up and knocked over the chairs behind her.

She turned around and wanted to leave, went out two steps and turned back, glared at Chen Feng angrily, there were tears in her eyes, "You disappointed me so much, I almost really adored you because of it." I'm ashamed of you! ”

After saying that, she really kicked away.

Chen Feng pursed his lips and looked to the side, "Old Dong, your team leader is gone." ”

Since the words are not speculative, there is naturally no need to communicate more, and he thinks that this Dong Lao probably wants to persuade himself, so he doesn't want to talk, so he simply gives an eviction order.

The old man of Dong Shan squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Feng, as if he wanted to see through his heart through his eyes.

The ancients said that the older a person gets, the more demonic he becomes, because he has seen too much of the world and human feelings, and he will always involuntarily become more sophisticated and insightful.

Dong Shan is as old as 170 years old, making him the oldest person Chen Feng has ever seen with his own eyes.

His old eyes, which were not cloudy, really made Chen Feng quite uncomfortable.

"Okay, old man, if you have anything to say, just say it, don't look at me like that."

Dong Shan picked up the honey grapefruit tea next to him and took a sip, "I don't advise you." Just help you analyze your matter from a technical point of view. ”

Chen Feng waved his hand impatiently, "Come on, I know, you all think it's meaningless." I'm too lazy to explain it to you. ”

"Little brother, let's not talk about meaning. I'm just going to tell you, your project team can't get off the ground. ”

"Why?"

"Because there is no research institute that can give you a refuge. The Institute of History is now very decrepit, and the group of people who used to study history changed careers about a decade or two ago, and the last group of historians have also changed their programs in the last two days. ”

Chen Feng: "Huh? ”

"The most important thing for mankind at present is to survive this catastrophe and survive. Maybe after the event, many people will be interested in history and value it, but now, no one really studies it. ”

Chen Feng wondered, "Isn't the world government collecting and transporting those historical monuments?" ”

"Yes, the reason why we want to preserve it as much as possible is because no one is studying it now."

Chen Feng was stunned.

"So, let's change the idea. If your project team can't recruit people, then if you are still the only one, the project team will exist in name only. Even if you are Chen Feng and you are the spiritual leader of the Intuition School, others will not be willing to put down the projects in their hands and come to you to do useless work. ”

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows: "Intuitive school? What is it? ”

"Don't expect crap with a hole in your head. Although they are just like you to preach some intuition, they are just using your specious intuition to deduce the methodology, and their research direction will not change. ”

Chen Feng ignored him, but began to inquire about the Intuition School on the spot.

The old man Dong next to him was still thinking about it.

"It looks like you're not convinced. That's right, to be a man, you must work hard, otherwise you don't know what disappointment is. ”

Chen Feng also got up and left.

This old man lacks morality, and his mouth is really broken and smelly.

Two days later, Chen Feng sat alone in the open and vast area of the Institute of History, where the wind blew the leaves and weeds were overgrown, and fell into an inexplicable melancholy.

Behind him is the wild growth of greenery, enveloping him as if he is in nature.

There was a desk in front of him.

A sign was written on the table.

"21st Century Science and Technology Development Analysis Research Group Job Fair."

Next to the sign, there are two hundred registration forms that he printed himself.

It was 200 printouts, and two days later, it was still 200.

It's been two days.

There really wasn't a single person who signed up.

Even if he moved his desk from the deserted office to the gate in order to facilitate reception, there was still no one to care about it.

The wind became stronger again, and Chen Feng blew a little cold.

He sneezed.

The dust that had accumulated on his desk for the past two days was blowing all over the sky.

He is not cold in body, but cold in heart.

A uniformed janitor walked in through the gate.

"Dean Chen, I'll add another piece of clothing for you."

Chen Feng's heart hurt again.

The moment he set foot in the Academy of History, he, an expert-level "scholar", automatically became the president of the Academy of History.

Now he has two soldiers under his command.

The janitor who brought him clothes, as well as another janitor who was undergoing intensive training in basic military literacy in the Science City Guard.

Because all the scholars except him have changed careers after completing the removal of historical relics a few days ago.

It is said that the grandmaster-level scholars of the Academy of History worked as meeting recorders in the Military Academy, and their specialties were particularly compatible.

Chen Feng said: "Dude, don't be a doorman, come to my project team as the deputy leader." ”

The doorman ran away without a trace.

"Dean Chen, no! I'm waiting for Lao Li to come and change shifts, and I have to go to the training ground too! ”

Dean Chen wiped a handful of ash from his face.

More and more desolate.

This world-shattering way is so real!

At this time, his personal communication system sounded a message from an unknown person.

He glanced up.

Yes, another force in the Academy of Sciences has come to him with perseverance.

The group of garbage in the mouth of the old man Dong Shan.

Members of the Intuition School sent him an invitation every day, hoping that he would attend lectures of the Intuition School, give speeches, and boost morale.

As the spiritual leader of this group of waste, Master Chen Feng, the newly appointed president of the Academy of History, did not want to be a waste leader.

But he's really about to catch a cold at this moment.

He got up and stretched, and replied to the message.

"Let me inform everyone, I'll take a look at tonight's lecture."

The other side immediately replied to the message.

"Really?"

This time, it was replaced with a voice message.

It still sounds like a very nice voice, a slightly familiar female voice.

Chen Feng remembered.

It's a long-haired girl who he may have had more than one side in the School of Life Sciences.

Alas, it's a pity that I look so good-looking and am still young, and I actually believe in my intuitive school, which is stupid.