After Lin Zhen came out panting, he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead in confusion.

"Mr. Zhang?"

"Oh, it's fine." Lin Zhe, who had come to his senses, shook his head tiredly at Xiaoting.

"Let's go to the lounge area for some lunch, and there's a meeting in the afternoon."

"Okay."

Lin Zhi pressed his temples, feeling that his hands were shaking, just now he tried to talk nonsense again, but before he could say a word, he was choked back by more questions, at first everyone was quite restrained, and the more they went to the back, the more irritable they became, from the questioning of Lin Zhe to the overwhelming accusations and abuse.

He really didn't want to cause trouble to others, he came to explain things clearly, and then get out, if he could, he would love to say at the beginning of the meeting that the time machine had nothing to do with him, and then go home and lie down.

When the professional topic collapses, every explanation, reason, and even the one he picked up, will be slammed back.

But he couldn't tell the truth, he couldn't say a word about the system, and if he tried to prove the existence of the system, he would feel angina in an instant.

Lin Zhe suddenly remembered that he had just traveled through that time, and before the system appeared, he was as confused as he is now.

What's the point of living again?

I don't have any unfulfilled wishes, or I am unwilling.

The second floor is like a hive-like office area, Xiaoting led Lin Zhi to a central canteen, and let him feel free to see you in two hours.

Lin Zhe took a dinner plate, and when he arrived at the pick-up area, he found that there were many types, and the self-service form was also luxurious in terms of ingredients, but it was the plate in his hand that reminded him of the difference between the treatment and the eighth floor, and he always felt a little different.

Although they don't deserve it.

After ordering some casually, Lin Zhe found a place to sit down and finished eating slowly.

If I'm not mistaken, the afternoon is probably another difficult meeting.

After making some psychological preparations, Lin Zhe walked into the conference room in the afternoon, and his expression was like that of a middle school student entering the grade office.

It was still the middle-aged woman who led her to her seat.

The difference is that this time the overall atmosphere is much quieter, and the people seem to have been replaced.

The incandescent lights are still bright, but the projectors are turned off.

"Mr. Zhang......"

"I'll start with that." Lin Zhe stood up directly, subconsciously straightened out his non-existent collar, and interrupted a half-bald middle-aged man who just wanted to speak: "I know what you guys are thinking, I think I don't understand bullshit, but I just happened to pick up the lithography machine." ”

"Honestly, indeed."

Lin Zhi sighed and slowly walked through the conference room.

Of course, he knew that he couldn't have argued with these people, whether it was in the field of expertise or nonsense.

Now it's hard to let the system let go of itself, and then let these people let them go home, and they can continue to eat and wait for death.

Therefore, the only possibility that Lin Zhe can defeat these logic bosses is to use a system that is not logical at all.

So Lin Zhe pretended to be generous and stretched out a finger and said: "First, you should have all seen the so-called lithography machine, and you have to be picked and picked when you throw it at the recycling station, and two more pieces of linen are too much to weigh the scale." ”

"But you asked me a bunch of professional knowledge about lithography machines this morning, do those questions have anything to do with my lump of garbage?"

"Second ......"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang," a younger man interrupted with a slight hand raised, "we didn't ask you about your expertise in lithography machines this morning. ”

"Really?" Lin Zhi was stunned for a moment, this sentence almost choked him back, and after he made two random gestures, he stammered: "That's right, I don't even understand this, so what do you expect to ask?" ”

"Yes, so, what does it have to do with me?"

"You're going to study the equipment itself."

"I don't understand anything, do I?"

"You should have picked it up by me."

"I'm just a high school graduate, and there should be surveillance in the school, so I'm really just a very ordinary person."

"Otherwise, you can make a price, and I'll sell it to you."

Lin Zhi gasped and sat back, the last sentence was what he wanted to express the most, he just wanted to lie flat until the bank card balance was zero, but if he could lie down longer, he definitely didn't mind.

"A million."

Lin Zhe was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he had misheard, and looked at the person who said the number in disbelief.

It's the same one that interrupted me before.

Lin Zhen originally planned to say 100 million, even if he gave full play to the intangible cultural heritage of the Chinese people and bargained, he could leave tens of millions.

At least 10 million for a system task.

But a million?

What is a million enough?

"How much?"

"A million."

Lin Zhe was a little angry, pointed at his nose and scolded: "That's a lithography machine, a garbage heap that can produce seven-nanometer chips, you take it to study, even if I want a trillion, it's not too much, right?" ”

Lin Zhe has suffered a lot of grievances in the past half a month, and every day he is like being trained, obeying the requirements of the system, and he just wants to lie down and live.

But one million is enough for a down payment on a house, will you continue to work hard to pay off the mortgage in this life?

Then why did I die in my last life?

Lin Zhen knew that he was not worthy, but he also dreamed of buying a lottery ticket and winning the jackpot.

Now it's hard to get out, and then find that the hell ahead continues to be the same.

Lin Zhen's mentality collapsed.

"But you can't prove that it belongs to you," the young man said, glancing at the document in front of him, "even if it's worth much more than a million, we can't give you more." ”

"That's mine!" Lin Zhen slammed the table, and his whole arm was numb.

However, the young man was indifferent, raised his eyes and said, "Please be polite. ”

"I ......" Lin Zhe's expression was a little stiff and said: "I don't really want a trillion, but a million ......"

"It's a contract." The young man pushed the stack of papers forward and motioned to the middle-aged woman, and then she stepped forward, picked up the contract, and placed it on Lin Zhe's desk.

"Based on your situation in the morning, after we evaluate at noon, this is the only thing that needs to be discussed in the afternoon."

Lin Zhe looked at the contract that had been prepared a long time ago, suddenly understood something, and said with a dry smile comforting to himself: "That's it...... Never mind. ”

Lin Zhi didn't wait for a reply, and casually flipped the last page and signed his name.

"Okay, whatever, I didn't plan to ask for money when I came anyway, but now I'm thinking too much."

"I've got you, bye." Lin Zhi threw the contract to the ground, and without waiting for others to say anything, he was about to leave, but after standing in front of the door and standing silently for a long time, he turned around and picked up the contract that was thrown on the ground again.