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Chapter 57 In Spring, I Planted a Seed of Kindness
Regarding Parker's joining, Dr. Connerson can't say anything. After all, this is the friend of the sponsor's father, Master Osborne, and Dr. Connerson will not be too angry about Richard Parker's escape. Parker, there is only one more tool man to help with the experiment.

"Wait a moment!"

When Shang Wen walked to the door of the elevator, the door was just closing. This building is on the 108th floor. If you miss this class, you don’t know how long you will have to wait. As soon as he yelled, a big black hand stretched out from the door. At the risk of being caught, he helped him block the closing of the elevator door.

"Thank you! Are your hands all right, Mr. Dillon?"

Walking quickly into the elevator, Shang Wen thanked the middle-aged man with greasy hair, haggard face and decadent expression. The ID card on the man's clothes had his name written on it.

Well, it's not the heroic Hong Kong star Dillon, but a middle-aged electrical engineer named Max Dillon, the most inconspicuous but indispensable middle-level and low-level staff in the entire building.

In many cases, this kind of small role may leap into the dragon's gate overnight and become a big man who affects the world.

The sensual Mr. Zhao also never imagined that he would be overthrown by a little policeman who couldn't afford a house in the school district!
But Shang Wen’s thanks came from the bottom of his heart. To be honest, a person who subconsciously uses his hands to block an elevator for someone he doesn’t know outside has absolutely no bad heart. He deserves to be treated kindly by this world.

"You, know my name?" Dillon... well, it's a bit of a show... Max looked up in surprise.

Shang Wen smiled and pointed at his ID card, "It's written here, electrical engineer, your department is responsible for the power system of this building, right?"

Max nodded, "Yes, but I'm just a small employee in the department, insignificant."

"We are all insignificant little characters. Compared with this world and the universe, who is not a speck of dust? The President of the United States is nothing but a fart."

Shang Wen shook his head, "However, for us, we are unique, a small person can make a big difference, it depends on what you think and do, isn't it, Mr. Engineer Max!"

When Shang Wen said this, in addition to expressing his gratitude, there was another reason why two people sat in the elevator without talking. It had nothing to do with the possibility of this person being bitten by an electric eel and turning into an electric man in the follow-up plot.

"Yeah, you're so right," Max said excitedly. He has encountered too many discriminations in his life. He never thought that helping someone block an elevator would give him sincere gratitude and praise. Sure enough, his mother said: Yes, the world is still a beautiful place.

From the first floor to the 70th floor, some people went up and some people went down, but the two chatted happily in the corner.

The main reason is that Max is very happy. It is rare to meet someone who likes to chat with him and doesn't think his hair is greasy with saliva, and he also knows that this person is a friend of Harry Osborn, the big man in the company.

Let me ask such a character, if he doesn't really appreciate himself, how can he deliberately talk to himself, it doesn't make sense!
It seems that I, Max, am not a fringe person who is ignored. I have a good education, can design, can draw pictures, and I am knowledgeable, talkative and elegant. If the other party is a woman, maybe he will be interested in me.

Max thought so.

Well, I can only say that every Diaosi has a similar illusion in his heart.

But after bidding farewell to Shangwen and coming to the work station, the sarcasm and differential treatment of his colleagues once again pulled Max from the illusion of being popular to the reality of being excluded and suppressed, and all this made Max even more I feel the goodness of Shangwen.

The encounter with Max was just a small episode for Shang Wen. If the friendly seeds are planted casually, whether they will grow into a towering tree or not depends on how to cultivate them in the later stage. Anyway, it is still early, so let’s talk.

In the laboratory, Shang Wen saw Dr. Connerson and Parker with decadent faces. Regarding the divestment of the Osborne Group, Harry had no choice, let alone Shang Wen. Come here at this time, and even let him There is a feeling of rushing to whip the corpse.

"Wen, is there any way for Sister Helen or Uncle Shang to help the doctor?"

Parker stated the purpose of finding Shangwen. If Dr. Connerson's research depends on his own energy and economic conditions, even if Parker gives him the decay rate algorithm equation now, he may not be able to do so until he dies. Can there be any progress.

This kind of large-scale project related to the genetic level requires an incalculable amount of equipment, instruments and experiments.

Shang Wen shrugged, "My dad should have a connection there. The problem is, the doctor may not go there anymore!"

This involves some sensitive issues, and it is inconvenient to continue the in-depth discussion.

And Zhao Hailun, Shang Wen also inquired about it before, she hasn't officially graduated with a doctorate, and the regenerative cradle technology is only a concept, so it really can't help Dr. Connerson for the time being.

Therefore, according to this trend, I am afraid that Lao Kang will really have to go to the sewer to make a living on his own, and become friends with the tortoise and the mouse.

If there is no number 18, perhaps this is also a way out.

At the moment, the two helped Dr. Connerson pack his things and escorted him back to his residence. Parker was afraid that he would be overwhelmed, and Shang Wen came to check on him.

When night fell, Dr. Connerson lit a cigarette alone in a room with no lights on, thinking about the past and looking at the sky.

The lack of a section of his right hand made his cigarette lighting action more uninhibited. It's a pity that he has been single for so many years, and no one came to appreciate his handsomeness. What's more annoying is that his left hand has not become stronger.

Are the legends of the unicorn arms deceptive fairy tales?

"Why is your arm missing?"

In the room, a woman's voice suddenly sounded, and Dr. Connerson was so frightened that the cigarette butt fell on his lap and almost set his pants on fire.

"Who are you and why are you here!"

Frantically extinguishing the cigarette butt, Connerson reached out to touch the gun. He also has a gun license, and guns are necessary for the defense of the United States to enter and rob.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that. Guns will not only hurt people, but may also hurt yourself."

The lights in the room were turned on, and No. 18 leaned against the wall, looking at Dr. Connerson expressionlessly.

"What do you want to do?" After all, Dr. Connerson was a person who had experienced a lot of storms, and he quickly calmed down. The other party didn't kill people immediately, which means there is something to talk about.

"It's very simple, I will offer you a job, and the reward is, one hand."

As soon as the 18th finished speaking, Dr. Connerson stood up abruptly, "Are you serious?"

(This chapter makes up for yesterday)

(End of this chapter)