Chapter Fifty-Seven: Collective Lateness

Shen Ruoran's eyes rolled, and she hooked her lips slyly, "Let's go, the -1st and -2nd floors are not open for the time being, so there is nothing to wait for." ”

Hearing Shen Ruoran say this, no matter how much curiosity she had, she was obediently choked back to her heart.

Restaurant on the 3rd floor.

Zhou Qing was anxious and annoyed to work in the restaurant.

Steaming, stir-frying, and boiling are carried out at the same time.

"Sister Qing, I'm sorry, I'm late today, is there any breakfast leftover? I want to fill my stomach first. As soon as he entered the restaurant, Jia Feifei, who smelled the aroma of the food, blushed in shame.

Zhou Qing lowered his head guiltily, secretly pinched his arm, and twisted out the painful red marks, making his memory increase.

Before Lai Yecheng and the four of them entered the restaurant, their voices arrived first, and they spoke to Zhou Qing loudly: "Sister Qing, do you have breakfast?" We don't know how to oversleep today, and we have to talk to the landlord later, and I missed work in the morning, hey. ”

The reactions on the faces of the six people were surprisingly consistent, they looked at each other for a few seconds, pointed at each other and blurted out, "Are we in the same situation?" ”

The guilt of absenteeism was suddenly alleviated, and if everyone woke up after ten o'clock, it was definitely not a coincidence, it must have been specially arranged by the building.

When Shen Ruoran came back with a group of people, Lai Yecheng and others quickly surrounded him.

First of all, he sincerely apologized, explained the situation of absenteeism in the morning, and then asked if everyone did not get up today.

No matter how dull the old men are, they also know the secrets of jointly guarding Shen Ruoran and the building, and there are some things that they won't ask too specifically.

Shen Ruoran: "Well, this morning is not considered absenteeism, after eating, everyone starts the afternoon work early." ”

Li Fei and Fang Dazhuang had the loudest voices and the loudest cheers, frantically praising the landlord's boss's deep understanding of righteousness, which was completely different from the capitalists who only knew how to exploit workers before the end of the world.

Shen Ruoran smiled gently, what she said was not entirely true.

The salaries of the building's employees are not taken out of the building's accounts.

In other words, the wages issued are specified by the system, and have nothing to do with Shen Ruoran, only the consumption of tenants in the building can be counted as the daily income of the building.

Her wealth can only be in and out.

Shen Ruoran, who needs to upgrade the building with wealth value, naturally turns a blind eye to this kind of absenteeism caused by non-human factors.

Employees are paid less, and she doesn't have any benefit.

The noon time was too short, Zhou Qing simply fried pickled vegetables, shredded beef and green vegetables, and steamed rice and meatballs in the rice cooker.

Bo Zhiya opened the rice cooker, used a tool, took out the top large meatballs, and put them in the insulated vegetable bowl.

Fang Dazhuang finished paying for the meal and couldn't wait for Zhou Qingsheng's dishes.

The time was too rushed, and the amount of dishes was not as much as usual, Shen Ruoran thought about it, and still didn't eat with this group of people who seemed to be hungry for a long time at every meal.

She went upstairs to eat a bowl of shrimp ravioli.

26th floor planting area.

The feed in the breeding area next door ran out, and on Tuesday Gui followed Lai Yecheng to the planting area, ready to go to the warehouse to carry a few bags of feed back.

"Boss, come and see!" Fang Dazhuang squatted on the ground, looked at a field of green crops, and cried out in surprise.

They water and fertilize the growing areas every day and know the best about how the crops are growing.

Overnight, these crops seem to be a big step closer to maturity.

It's a little too green.

Several peasants put down their kettles and hoes and looked at them one by one, observing them in great detail.

If they continue on this trend, it seems to break their agricultural common sense for many years.

Lai Yecheng pondered for a moment, adhering to the concept of not asking good things to the end, and beckoned a few brothers to go next door to have a look, maybe the whole building was reborn.

“1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11…… 23 eggs. On Tuesday, Gui leaned closer, his nose full of, and recounted the number of eggs in the chicken coop.

Turning his head and running to the duck nest, the number of duck eggs counted was much higher than before.

Tuesday Gui giggled happily, walked to the pigsty, circled the pigcub's belly with both hands, and manually measured how much the piglet had grown.

Satisfied, he patted the piglet's little pig's head, "Well, it's a little stronger." ”

Lai Yuncheng helped carry the feed, smiling heartily, this year's building will definitely have a bumper year.

Laboratory surrounded by white.

Lu Chuan took off his coat, changed into a lab coat, arranged his sleeves on both sides, and planned the research arrangements for the afternoon in his mind.

He was the only one in the university's lab, and there was a stack of white paper on the table, filled with dense numbers.

Lu Chuan walked to the experimental instrument and continued the tedious data research.

The laboratory here is very appetizing to him, but the lack of assistants has greatly slowed down Lu Chuan's research progress.

He was a little hesitant, the next time he saw Shen Ruoran, should he ask her to recruit a few professional experimental assistants for himself, and it would be better if he could find colleagues.

The black pen was recorded at the bottom of the form, and Lu Chuan held up his glasses and looked up at the alarm clock.

It was a full 10 minutes faster than the previous two.

Did you miss a step today? Lu Chuan frowned slightly, he shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake.

He spread out the experimental data of the past few days on the experimental table and compared them one by one.

Theoretically, there can be no deviation of ten minutes.

"How could it be...... It shouldn't be...... Don't......? Lu Chuan paced and muttered repeatedly, it was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"Isn't it ......"

There was a faint guess, Lu Chuan took off his mask, took off his gloves with both hands neatly, threw them into the trash, and then moved to another experimental area.

Swap into a special glove and mask that matches the area, put a mask on your head, and kick the mechanism on the wall with your foot, isolating the two spaces.

Proceed with the next steps in an orderly manner.

The chronometer stops ,—— 3:18.13.

Inside the white lab coat, dense sweat was wrapped in a special glove, and it was visibly bulging.

In the far corner, there hangs a drawing of strange symbols, one of which is a chronograph of Arabic numerals.

2:05.49-2:09.33.

Lu Chuan took off the drawing, wrote the number 3 minutes, 18 seconds and 13 seconds on it solemnly.

Then hang the sheet back in place.

Back in the locker room, wiping his cold sweaty face with a towel, Lu Chuan leaned against the cabinet and smiled.

Perhaps, here, he can really study the results of anti-nuclear results.

*

Twenty-one days later.

The security booth and patrol pavilion were successfully completed under the rush of Chen Moxin and others.

Li Fei lay comfortably on the recliner and swayed, as far as the eye could see, it was the monitoring of the corridors and corridors.

Owen, who finished the construction work and came to patrol the first floor, saw the office chair alone outside, and the corners of his mouth twitched when he saw a person lying in the pavilion. (End of chapter)