Sniper Track

"La la la, la la la..."

Zhang Shengjun sat alone in the office, humming a little song leisurely, every few seconds, his eyes looked at the small clock on the desktop.

In just half a minute, he watched it no less than seven or eight times...

More and more excited!

Current time 16:29——

It's one minute until half past four!

Always ready to leave work ing...

Not only do students stare at the time for the last few minutes of class, but many adults do, too, looking forward to the moment they leave work.

Jingle bell~

The landline on the table rang.

Zhang Shengjun was stunned for a moment: "..."

The two hands that originally clenched their fists in a "cheering" shape were also stiff in the air.

?_??

What's happening here?

Who is so annoying? !

I'm about to get off work and call me...

With "great resentment", Zhang Shengjun was "forced to open business" and answered the phone: "Hello, how are you?"

Angry is angry, complaining is complaining, work is still to be done.

A middle-aged man's hearty voice came from the phone, and there was an unconcealed smile in his words.

"Hey, Dean Zhang, I'm Lao Cen..."

A question mark slowly appeared above Zhang Shengjun's head, and he asked in doubt, "Huh? Lao Cen? Which Lao Cen??"

Hearing his tone so familiar, should it be someone I know?

But I don't seem to have any good friends surnamed Cen around me.

This voice sounds a little familiar, it should be a face to face...

Who is it...?

emmm...

Suddenly, a light flashed in Zhang Shengjun's head, and he suddenly realized.

"!!!"

This "Old Cen" seems to be Dean Cen of the School of Biology!

Everyone is a dean, they are equals, and they are colleagues, but they must not be neglected.

Zhang Shengjun immediately said politely: "Ah, Dean Cen, what's the matter, you said..."

On the surface, he was polite, but Zhang Shengjun was actually a little confused.

One of the School of Humanities and the School of Biology is in the South District and the other is in the East District, which are not close to each other.

Moreover, whether it is the academic field, the degree of cooperation, or even the personal relationship between the deans of the two sides... they are not close, and there is usually no contact for eight hundred years. What is it, let him call me What about a phone call?

Dean Cen's voice was full of joy, and he could hear the excitement even over the phone: "Old Zhang, are you free now? Let's go to the meeting room on this side of the synagogue to gather..."

Zhang Shengjun: ||?_?)...!"

What? !

Meeting now?

impossible!

Let me tell you, no one wants to delay me from get off work.

The person who can make me work overtime has not yet been born!

At half past four, I ran to the bus stop.

It's so ruthless, so real, it's definitely not a minute of work!

"No overtime" - this is my life creed!

Zhang Shengjun immediately found a way to refuse: "Ah, what is that, Dean Cen, I have an important meeting tonight, and I'm going to leave soon. Let's make an appointment tomorrow, and make an appointment tomorrow..."

With that said, Zhang Shengjun was about to hang up the phone.

President Cen: "Don't, don't, this is a big list of tens of millions every year!"

Zhang Shengjun: "..."

How many millions? !

When he heard the money, Zhang Shengjun hesitated for a while. He didn't hang up the phone in his hand, and put it to his ear again, wondering: "President Cen... What list, can tens of millions be credited every year???"

Everyone is an educator. Although within the scope of the school's license and regulations, they all operate various "side jobs" to subsidize the expenses of the college, but I have never heard of any college that can earn tens of millions a year!

Are you... selling the land of the academy for money? ?

Dean Cen was also stunned when he heard the words: "You don't know? Didn't you entrust a student from your college to discuss cooperation matters with me? Moreover, he also told me before he finally left, the specific details are still needed. We made it together..."

Zhang Shengjun: "..."

what the hell?

Someone stole my name, and I don't know what kind of cooperation was discussed with the School of Biology... And there is still the potential to earn tens of millions?

There is no such thing in the world! ?

What a pie in the sky...

However, if there is a benefit to take, why doesn't Dean Cen go to those colleges that have a more "hard" relationship with him, or go it alone?

Why do you want to find yourself to cooperate...?

Unless... this collaboration, there is something key that is unique to the Faculty of Humanities and cannot be replaced by others...

Or, what is "key technology" or "key talent"?

When the "benefits of white picking" appear in front of you, remember not to be blind.

Think before you act, decide before you act.

How can we talk about cooperation directly without knowing the reason?

We must wait until everything is clear before we can reassure Zhang Shengjun.

He is such a person who "seeks stability", or...

Gou!

Zhang Shengjun thought about the "tens of millions" in his mind, and his brows were wrinkled. Immediately, a "terrifying" thought appeared in his heart, and he seemed to have some eyebrows on this confusing matter...

In the afternoon, Chen Xingxi said that he had something to discuss with other colleges.

It turned out that he didn't go to the Battle Academy to find Wang Kaijin, but to the "pit" Biology Academy?

Moreover, it really moved the other party!

It wasn't even after get off work time when the dean of the School of Biology called in person...

For a while, Zhang Shengjun was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say.

Seeing that Zhang Shengjun had not made a sound for too long, Dean Cen said tentatively, "President Zhang...?"

"Ah, I'm here!" Zhang Shengjun responded quickly.

Dean Cen smiled: "Then we'll just decide, we'll see you later!"

Zhang Shengjun: "Hey, wait, President Cen...

Hey? Hey? "

"..."

The other party hung up the phone.

Zhang Shengjun glanced listlessly at the work bag he had already packed, and "vented" the pain of not being able to get off work on Chen Xingxi, gritted his teeth and said:

"Chen Xingxi, this stinky boy! If I can't see a satisfactory 'answer' in a meeting for a while, see how I will deal with you when I look back!"

Turn off the computer, take the bag, lock the door...

A series of actions are completed in one go, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

It's a pity that I can't go home from get off work...

Zhang Shengjun tucked the bag under his arm, held the mobile phone in his right hand, put it carefully in his ear, and said softly, "Wife, I may go home a little later today, and I will have a meeting and work overtime later..."

"No, no, I didn't lie to you, I really have a job..."

"Don't worry, I'll go back as soon as I finish my work and eat the braised pork you made... Don't throw it away, the meat is very expensive..."

"What do you drink, I don't drink, I'm going to work, not socializing, I really didn't lie to you..."

"Hello? Hello...?"

"Wife? Madam wife?"

Zhang Shengjun: ー_ー)..."

Life is not easy, forced to work overtime...

Zhang Zhang burst into tears 〒_〒. . .

………………

Chen Xingxi held the towel in both hands, slowly wiped the wet hair on the top of his head, sat on the stool and faced Chen Xingye.

Chen Xingye also turned the chair around, and the two brothers faced each other and looked at each other.

"..."

After Chen Xingxi came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, the two of them chatted.

Chen Xingye opened his mouth slightly into an "O" shape, and said in surprise, "Brother, did you just 'sell' the wood-devouring spirit ant's corpse?

How much did you sell for..."

The corpse of the ant king should be sold for a good price...

Chen Xingxi flicked his right hand at will, the power of shadow came from his palm, he controlled the towel, hung it up, and said with a wicked smile:

"To receive money? Why do you want to receive money?"

Chen Xingye: "..."

Why don't you get paid?

?_??

Selling things is a transaction of equal exchange between the two parties, how can you not accept anything...

Chen Xingxi leaned back and raised Erlang's legs: "I didn't take any money, but I negotiated a deal with President Cen!"

"Deal?!" Chen Xingye was extremely surprised: "What deal...??"

What audacity!

As a student, he dared to "talk business" with the dean...

Such people are definitely rare in the world!

Only Chen Xingxi, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, would do such an "expansive" thing, right?

"I donated the corpse of the ant king to the biology college for their experiments and research, but I made a request, that is:

My name must be added to the list of personnel of the experimental project team. "

Chen Xingye: "..."

In this way... if the project team really researches any scientific research results, Chen Xingxi must have a share.

In other words, this "nominal" behavior is like investing in and "taking shares" in a company.

Some people buy shares with labor, and some people buy shares with capital.

And the corpse of the ant king is Chen Xingxi's capital and his "start-up capital".

Is it really worth it to donate the ant king in exchange for a chance to get a name and an unknown scientific research result...

Although the body of the ant monster cannot be used to make accessories, the ant king is a fifth-level commanding beast after all, and can be sold to the guild of the fittest in exchange for cash or training materials.

In any case, the cash and materials that arrive immediately are more reliable than the scientific research results that have not yet been written down, right?

Wouldn't it be a loss for such a "gambling"?

Chen Xingxi looked at Xiao Ye's expression~www.wuxiaspot.com~ had already guessed what he was thinking, and smiled: "I admit that I have gambling elements, but I will never lose!

The position of the School of Biology in Beijing University is very embarrassing, the school allocates a lot of funds to them every year, but they can't buy experimental materials at all..."

Chen Xingye: "..."

Biological experiments require the use of a large number of monster corpses as materials, and nearly 80% of the monster limbs in the school have entered the pockets of the combat academy and the fittest mentors, and become the raw materials for the production of firearm accessories.

As soon as the rank is promoted, he will immediately hold these materials and visit the accessories manufacturer to create muzzles and magazines...

The School of Biology has a lot of money, but it can't open up purchase channels at all, and a large number of experimental projects cannot be carried out due to the lack of experimental bodies...

In fact, this is not wrong.

Imagine if you were a senior school leader, you would assign the materials in your hands to the fittest, let them customize new accessories and enhance their combat effectiveness, or assign them to the laboratory to do something that may not have actual results What about experiments?

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