My protagonist attributes have been discovered

"Damn, old stuff, don't let oil and salt in, shame on your face!"

He kicked open an iron door next to him with a "bang", Liu Haojun, who had once again been beaten by Professor Shen, cursed sullenly, but unexpectedly, the spherical camera that scanned the door forcibly changed A distorted smile appeared on his expression, and then he kept this expression, gritted his teeth, and continued to walk out obediently while lowering his head and thinking: Tang XX is useless here, Shen Mingxin, an old bastard, has lost his head and doesn’t know The benefits of money, next time you have to spend some effort to find a closer relationship with the Shen family.

——But as we all know, the peers who are closer to Professor Shen and his wife have either passed away, or they are not interested in money like the couple, but there is one in Shen Jun's generation... But it is impossible for me to find that poor |Ghost...no, no.

Maybe... Liu Haojun stopped walking when he thought of this, the light in his triangular eyes changed, and he remembered the news that his father called to tell him half a month ago: The poor ghost has already accepted the 5000 million, and he promised not to pursue the previous one. something happened.

I heard that even Professor Shen's family, whom he called "teacher" and who had the closest relationship with him, couldn't get in touch with him.

A poor|ghost is a poor|ghost, with no vision at all, and will never know what the real way to make money is for a lifetime.He finished thinking contemptuously, and then turned to thinking about the possibility of asking his father to find out the person and use a sum of money to buy the poor | ghost | let the other party explain to Professor Shen and the others in person...

What a hassle.He complained to himself: Why does Shen Mingxin have to be the most leading applied doctoral supervisor in theoretical physics in the country?If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was someone else, my father could use money to persuade those people to take him from a graduate student to a doctorate in minutes, so he wouldn't have to be angry with that old man and his family.

Thinking of this, he had passed the gate and walked to the door under the scorching sun at noon. A slight flipping sound entered his ear from the left side, and he turned his head angrily——

Then suddenly his triangular eyes widened:

"Song..."

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Although I asked for leave yesterday, but when the 29th came, Song Yangle still didn't change his rhythm because of today's business↓

Get up in the morning → exercise and walk the dog → read a book → read stocks → read a book... This alternating process has been cycled until the preset alarm clocks at eight, nine, and ten o'clock have been pressed, and the remaining secret settings are between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-]. The [-] interval alarm clock at twelve o'clock began to ring non-stop, and he was forced to start implementing the arrangement he had made half a month ago:

Take a taxi, prepare yourself for being scolded in the car, and drive to the old man's house.

Although he has always been thick-skinned, he said "I don't know" when he left without saying a word for such a long time. Judging from the follow-up situation that the old man didn't even want to send a message, he was probably angry. He went back on his birthday and said something Sorry is the best option.With his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, he sat in the car thinking.

However, I took the car to the Wenjing villa area, and at 55:[-] I walked to the iron gate of the villa surnamed Shen. Seeing the vaguely lively scene inside the French windows, Song Yangle hesitated once again—the old man’s [-]th birthday, You shouldn't be ruined by yourself.

What do you say about this time when you go in?

"It can't be said that I have gone to Xiuxian..." It can't be said that I don't do research and prepare to deliver food - this will probably be beaten | dead on the spot by the old man.

And even though I have been away from physics for half a month, I really haven't figured everything out yet.

Otherwise, don't go in first.

After hesitating for two or three minutes, Song Yangle, who decided to delay the doomed meal for a while, decided to pull up the hat behind his neck, cover his face and lower his head to avoid the overhead camera, pretending that he had never been here—— In addition to throwing gifts into the mailbox of the old man's house.

To be honest, it's really stupid to do this when you know that kid Shen Juan will definitely find him on the surveillance screen later without guessing.

But... it's better to talk than nothing.

Like a thief, walk to the mailbox with your back to the door, press your fingerprint|password to open the mailbox, take out the newspaper inside, and concentrate on making sure that the note you took out of your pocket can be placed in a place that is conspicuous and not easy to fall off. Song Yangle from the local area didn't notice the scolding voices inside the door. After finally putting away the mailbox and re-locking it, he was about to run away. When he turned around, he heard a familiar but not particularly familiar voice:

"Song..."

"—Stop|sound!"

Before the other party called out his full name, Song Yangle, who hadn't seen the person clearly, took the lead in reacting quickly, stepped forward and stopped him in a low voice, and looked around sharply.

Liu Haojun, who was about to taunt, said: "..." Mom | her momentum is gone.