As I expected, the president's office was just as rudimentary. To decorate without decoration, to furnish without furnishings.

It's like going back in time to the 80s, and even the most basic radiators in the office are still cast iron models from the last century.

Under the sun, the huge office is full of dust and particles.

A few desks are scattered horizontally and disorganized. Although the desk was clean, it was empty.

On the feet of the desk, you can still see a layer of haze and dust, and I don't know how many days no one has used it.

"Refill the water."

By the window, a bell rang in front of a desk of the only New Century style.

The table was covered with stacks of tall books, obscuring my view.

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

The old man was wearing an old gray jacket and a pair of thick reading glasses, his spirit was like a torch, and his elegance revealed the majesty of the superior, and he looked full of style.

Picking up a boiling water bottle that could enter the Folk Museum, I silently opened the teacup and poured boiling water.

As far as the eye could see, a stack of papers on the desk made me stare slightly.

"Drought and earthquake theory!"

Next to the paper manuscript of the Drought and Earthquake Treatise are several handwritten first drafts bound into a book.

"On Ji Chang's actual test of destroying Sanxingdui!!"

I stopped breathing!

"Numerical loading analysis of crustal motion in Longmenshan and Xianshuihe fault zone and simulation ...... of hollow drum double-layer difference exercise"

My pupils tightened to the fullest, and my eyelids twitched inexplicably.

Suddenly, a printed book pierced my eye.

"Nanganlong's Final Verification !!"

On the first page of the book, there is a red stamping circle. The circle is marked with two words that are dazzlingly red.

"Top Secret!"

My heart pounded.

The distribution and direction of Nanganlong is a century mystery that has plagued the masters of Shenzhou and the great masters of geoscience for more than a hundred years!

How dare this book be marked with the final research?

Who is the author?

"Huh?"

"Who are you? What for? ”

The old man suddenly raised his head, and behind the thick lenses at the bottom of the beer bottle, two rays of light shone straight through.

Although the old man in front of him was already old, he looked like a fierce tiger, and his sense of oppression was super strong.

Especially the two inverted eight-figure eyebrows, like two steel knives, with his tiger-like facial features, are really terrifying.

"My name is Tong Shi......"

Before I finished speaking, the old tiger man rushed at him with a reprimand!

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

I replied quietly, "Walk in!" ”

"Which idiot let you in?"

"You!"

I calmly responded, "You let me in." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and scolded: "Fart! ”

"When did I let you in?"

In the face of the grumpy old man, I softly responded, "I'm knocking on the door." You say, get in! ”

The old man froze, stared straight at me, and raised his arm angrily to point: "Get out!" ”

I said quietly, "I'm looking for the eighth sword-wielder!" ”

"Lao Tzu is!"

I was about to speak, but the old man suddenly became angry and scolded: "Get out of here!" ”

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

Out of the room, the old man seemed to be angry, and I heard the teacup slamming on the table and the paper tearing.

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

This place is full of weirdness.

The two living old men seen outside the door and inside the door have a stranger temperament than the other, and their tempers are fierce and fierce.

Is this really Fangzhou, which is respected by all the tutors of the junior class?

I'm here, can I really find her?

Except for Fang Zhou, where 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 a bicycle that was too old to look good.

He was only in his forties, and his hair had not been washed for an unknown amount of time, and the handfuls stood up, and the dander was accompanied by black grease and a foul smell.

This middle-aged man is also extremely ordinary. No one will ever pay attention to the second glance of the pile of embarrassing people.

Bitter gourd's face is full of wind and frost that has been under multiple pressures from family and work, like a submissive little daughter-in-law, and her voice is pitifully small.

I nodded.

The middle-aged man suddenly changed color. He made silent gestures to me, put down his bicycle like a thief, and tiptoed back with his briefcase for fear of making a sound.

It's funny and ridiculous.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound. The old tiger slammed the door and roared.

"Teacher Tong! Where did the death go? ”

"I ask you. These seven ......"

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

Suddenly, the old man of the tiger raised his eight-character sword eyebrows, and shouted fiercely: "Ma Zhongchao." Little Liba, stop me. ”

When the tiger roared, the middle-aged man was as if he had been beaten by high-voltage electricity, the whole person shrunk into a ball, trembling and turning around with difficulty, and a smile that was uglier than crying squeezed out on his shriveled face.

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

"You're free, aren't you?"

The Tiger President pushed me aside, and the meteor rushed down the steps to catch the moon, grabbing Ma Zhongchao: "If I don't come back today, you little cub still doesn't know how many years and months you want to hide from me?" ”

"I ask you, what does the headquarters say?"

Even though Ma Zhong is tall and big, he looks like a little hen in the hands of the short tiger president.

He closed his eyes tightly and trembled.

"The headquarters instructed that the situation in the future will be more difficult, and we must persevere, and persistence is victory......

Bah! "Less memorization of lines for acting!"

The Tiger Chairman angrily scolded Ma Zhongchao, and unceremoniously slapped Ma Zhongchao, shouting: "You didn't get the money again, did you?" ”

"It's coming."

"It's coming."

Ma Zhongchao smiled and reported the good news.

"Oh......"

The Tiger President was taken aback and surprised, his calloused hand fixed in the air, and his voice was an octave lower: "How much?" ”

Ma Zhongchao smiled and raised his right hand.

"Thirty million?! That's it? ”

"Didn't I tell you to ask for 200 million from the headquarters?"

"What is 30 million enough?"

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

"Fart!"

The Tiger Chairman coldly interrupted Ma Zhongchao: "I don't know you yet? Unprofitable goods. ”

Ma Zhongchao squeezed out the most flattering smile, and his face turned into a chrysanthemum: "President." In fact, 30 million is not a lot. Last year, this year's arrears of wages can be paid for six months......"

"All the museums can save and have a fat year."

The tiger chairman's face was slightly pale, and he hated that iron could not become steel and scolded Ma Zhongchao.

Ma Zhongchao's face is meek, like a weak daughter-in-law who is obedient, only obedient to the training, and keeps sending sycophants.

"Huh? Xiaochao, something is wrong with you. Is there something to hide from Lao Tzu? ”

Ma Zhongchao was excited, his head shook and said it was okay: "It's going to be the National Day, and it's the Mid-Autumn Festival again, I want to send the money down quickly, so that everyone is happy......