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Chapter 171 The Difficult Times

As the saying goes, there is nothing greater than heartbreak, and now, this Liu Chaoqun Chief Engineer Liu is probably in such a state.

He was not surprised by favor or humiliation, detached from anything else, and could treat Chen Mo, a brat who suddenly airborne, with courtesy.

Not because he recognized Chen Mo's charm or talent, but because he didn't care about Chen Mo. - He doesn't care about anything anymore.

His soul is dead, and what remains here is only a body named [Liu Chaoqun].

Therefore, if Chen Mo wanted to accomplish it, he had to revive his "heart" first.

As for this, Chen Mo is not very good at it. - His father doesn't have time to enlighten a middle-aged man to open up.

And as it happens, there is a guy who looks quite leisurely and has a powerful skill like [Affinity Halo] beside him.

So, holding the mobile phone, Chen Mo sent a text message to Jiang Chao: [Comrade Xiao Jiang, I will give you a task, I assure you, if you complete it, I will add a [Business Department] to our research institute , you are the head of the [Business Department]! 】

"Buzz...buzz...!"

In less than a second, Comrade Xiao Jiang sent back a text message: "[What task? Guaranteed to be completed! Even if you want me to pick the stars, I can do it! As long as you provide me with rockets!]"

"Hehe..." Seeing this guy's reply, Chen Mo couldn't help laughing. This smile caused Liu Gong to turn his head to look at him strangely, not knowing what happened.

But Chen Mo ignored him, but picked up his mobile phone and continued to write back to Jiang Chao: "[Chief engineer Liu seems to be in a bad mood, go and find a way to enlighten him, if he cheers up, you The mission is complete!]”

On the other side, Jiang Chao, who was lying in front of the front window of the hospital, was joking with the little nurse inside and wanted the penguin number of the other party, suddenly became nervous, picked up the mobile phone, and picked up the bill, and his hands were fast. Typed: [OK!Guaranteed to complete the mission!But I have a small request, can you give me some mission funding? 】

"Wow~! The Penguin treasure account is credited, 100 million, [-], yuan!"

A clear mobile phone notification sounded, and Jiang Chao became excited all of a sudden. He lay on the window with his neck straight and shouted: "Mexico Beer!"

And he was making loud noises in the supposedly quiet hospital, but the little nurse in the window didn't reprimand him. stand up.

However, this kid Jiang Chao suddenly became serious. He rejected the note handed over by the little nurse with a smile, and demanded to pay off the outstanding balance in the account of Chief Engineer Liu, and then deposited it in it. I paid 30 yuan, and then happily went upstairs with my mobile phone to complete the task.

And when he entered the door, he happened to see Chen Mo walking out with his mobile phone. The mobile phone was placed on his ear, as if he was calling someone.

Chen Mo had already left Chief Engineer Liu's ward, and went to the corridor outside the ward to call Old Qian with his mobile phone.

"Beep...beep...beep...!"

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected.

"Hey! Old Money! Where are you?"

On the other side, Mr. Qian, who had just walked out of the Mi United Airlines building, was dressed in a handsome leather jacket and came to the side of the car that greeted him.

He took out his mobile phone and connected it to his ear: "Hello? I'm in the United States, just got off the plane! It's not convenient to chat! The car is small and there are many acquaintances! I'll hang up first!"

"Hi! Money! Who's calling you?"

Beside Qian Lao, a tall, thin, white-haired blue-eyed old man watched with concern as he took out his mobile phone, connected it and hung up.

"Hey hey hey! My closed disciple!"

Facing his old friend in the United States, Qian Lao smiled maliciously: "Does Chen Mo know? The one who invented the nuclear fusion reactor!"

"Wow!"

Before the foreign old man could speak, a middle-aged man beside him said in surprise: "Chen Mo? That young man who stole the sun's brilliance?! Is he your disciple?! How powerful! Swordsman Tower money!"

"It's nothing, it's just a false name!" Mr. Qian didn't even look at that guy, looked sideways at his old friend, and said, "I'm here for fun! I don't want to talk about politics or academics. Things, hi! Wiesel! My old man, where are you going to take me to play?"

"Hehehe! How about the San Fernando Valley?"

The blue-eyed old man from the United States also smirked: "There are many young girls from all over the world there!"

"Screw you!"

Facing the unscrupulous ridicule from his old friend, he unceremoniously stretched out his hand and gave him a hammer, and said: "I am suffering from severe chronic pneumonia now, and I am not suitable for environments that are too cold or too hot. Neither does the project!"

"Wow! Then what else do we have to do? Otherwise, I will drive you to the big desert of Texas for a drive and drink tea!"

His old friend Dr. Wiesel pretended to sigh, and said with a smirk: "Maybe we can meet the drug dealer from Brother Seamo and the tea ceremony!"

"That's not going!"

Mr. Qian shook his head resolutely and gave up: "Forget it then! I don't want to run around! Just go to your house! I'll call some old guys who are still alive, how about having a party at your house ?”

"Ah... my house? Party?"

Dr. Wiesel didn't answer immediately, but looked sideways at the middle-aged man beside him.

"Dao Ke Ta Qian, please tell me the list of friends you plan to invite first, I must submit it to my superior for research and review."

"emmm..."

Mr. Qian thought about it for a long time, and reported his names one by one: "Professor William Heisenberg from Harvard University, Professor Schultz from Qiqiao University, Dr. Professor Julian Carter . . . that's about it."

"Please wait…"

The middle-aged man lowered his head, holding a strange-looking mobile phone and poking it violently.

While he was doing these things, Elder Qian and Dr. Wiesel were waiting quietly.

After a while, the middle-aged man entered all the list into the email, and after choosing to send it, he turned to Mr. Qian and the others with a smile and said, "Okay! The email has been sent, and then we just need to wait for the reply after the review and discussion. Can you invite these people to a party!"

"Ding dong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he received an email on his cell phone.

"Oh! Sorry, Swordsman Taqian, Swordsman Tavissel, you can't hold a party anymore! The reason is that there is no reason."

"Oh?!"

Hearing this sentence, Mr. Qian pushed his glasses and exchanged glances with Dr. Wiesel: "What if we exclude tens of thousands of guests from the list?"

"Like Professor William Heisenberg!"

The middle-aged man complied.

After a while.

"Ding dong!"

"Sorry! Still not working!"

"Then continue to eliminate!"

"no!"

"Keep ticking!"

Until the end, Dr. Wiesel was the only one left on the list, and the middle-aged people received the email "Temporarily allowing the party to be held, but be careful not to let them exchange any political and academic matters. "

(End of this chapter)