My brother became a playboy

I'm back to graduate school.

Didn't I tell you guys, what am I doing?

Well, I'm a scientist.

When I was 26 years old, I graduated with a Ph.D. When I was 28 years old, I was rated as an outstanding young person. When I was 30 years old, the new materials I developed filled the gap in the industry. Technology has 15% of the shares. Last year, the company went public with a valuation of 200 billion.

My articles, results, and project experience are enough, and my doctoral supervisor is only 66 years old. He is the current director of the special committee of the college, and he can last at least 20 years.The old man twisted my ears every day, and told me to be cautious in my words and deeds. The original words were: "If you stay here for another eight years, even if you don't do anything, the evaluation of academicians is a certainty."

I don't really have much interest in that title. In fact, I have never been interested in scientific research. I just have a little more talent than others.

I have seen many scientists who work hard. They can work from nine in the morning to two or three in the morning. I have also worked hard when I was studying, but after work, I am busy for at most two or three hours a day-this time is enough for me to complete All work today.

In my spare time, I spend it messing around with men and men, but I never eat grass, and my reputation in the research institute is very good.

I haven’t been back to the hospital for several months, but I sent an article in a timely manner, and by the way, I brought in two horizontal projects with a level of tens of millions. The dean’s assistant conveyed to me the academician’s meaning—this year’s National Three Awards , The quota in the courtyard is definitely given to me.

But this time I came back mainly because the unfilial disciple wrote the thesis blindly. I finished the promise in the middle of the night, opened the email on my mobile phone, and glanced at a few pages. I was so angry that my brain hurt.

——I don't think he asked me to review the papers, he wanted my life.

The unfilial disciple is Zhou Ren, who looks big and thick, but his brain is full of muscles. I tutored him for an hour in a gentle voice, and asked him if he understood. He shook his head and said, "I don't understand."

I trampled on him for another hour with a strong wind, and asked him if he understood, but he still shook his head and said, "I don't understand."

Finally, with a long sigh, I handed him the paper with the title, framework and experimental methods, and said to him: "Do as you want, understand?"

Zhou Ren said hesitantly: "I'll try my own method again..."

I raised my hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, I call you brother, just listen to me once."

"..." Zhou Ren finally obeyed me reluctantly.

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After I came back, I called the six disciples under my name one by one, taught them a bit, and went to the offices of some "old devils" in the research institute for a few laps and drank a few cups of tea.

There are a lot of people in the research institute who don't like me, but a group of hard-headed researchers who play tricks are far inferior to me. I am still alive and kicking, and I live very comfortably.

At five o'clock sharp, I punched my card and boarded the custom-made bus to go home. Zhao Xing and I made an appointment for dinner at six o'clock, and "have a good talk" by the way.

I used the free bus card to get off the bus, and I was not surprised to find that Zhao Xing was waiting for me.

He was wearing a white jumper, board shorts, flip-flops, and his hair was wet. He looked like he had just finished exercising.

This outfit of his still does not detract from his handsomeness. He has the kind of appearance that is very popular with women and number zero. He is full of pheromones. Because of regular exercise, he has beautiful muscle lines in his abdomen.

We are about the same size, but he alone should be able to beat three of me—no way, I am a clerical worker, and I am really not good at manual work.

Zhao Xing laughed when he saw me, and the first thing he said to me was: "The sunscreen is not applied evenly, and the neck is dark."

"Is there?" I didn't pay much attention to it myself.

"Yes, obviously," Zhao Xing touched my neck, then "tsk" again, and said, "Your lover left a mark on you."

"Don't worry, no one can get me." I knew very well what Zhao Xing was jealous of, so I just said it.

Zhao Xing directly put his arms around my shoulders, the two brothers looked good, he said: "You are not here to ask me for a divorce, are you?"

I'm not surprised that Zhao Xing guessed my reason for coming.

I know him, and he knows me as well. After all, we have known each other for 32 years, and the tacit understanding has reached the point where it is almost terrifying.

I didn't bother to make any further preparations, so I nodded neatly and said, "Shall we go through the divorce procedures tomorrow? Don't divide the money. It's troublesome. Anyway, we can't spend it all."

"We can't leave for the time being," Zhao Xing directly gave a negative answer, with good reasons, "Our company is about to go public, and we are divorced, so we have to notify all shareholders at least three months in advance."

"Which company?"

"Bright Star."

"...That's really inseparable."

Minglangxing is the product of Zhao Xing and I's startup when we were young. I was in charge of technology and he was in charge of management. Both of us didn't use our family's resources, but this company was successfully established.

Over the years, we have conceived many companies together, but no company has devoted so much effort and energy to us like Minglangxing.

Minglangxing has been brilliant for ten years, but it began to decline last year. Zhao Xing and I mentioned that I wanted to introduce capital to try to revitalize it. At that time, I was busy with the listing of new companies, so I replied directly: "You just have to make up your mind."

I have known for a long time that Zhao Xing is an expert in disk resources, but I didn't expect that Minglang Xing would be listed so soon.

At this juncture, not only can we not divorce, we can't even reveal the idea of ​​divorce in the short term.

"It's such a coincidence." I don't have much regrets, but to be honest, I suspect that Zhao Xing did it on purpose. He may have already planned how to stop me.

"Wait a little longer," Zhao Xing put his arm around me, took out ten yuan notes from his pocket with the other hand, ignored the payment QR code on the glass, and said to the boy selling candied haws, "a bunch of candied haws, Ask for the third one from the far left."

The young man took the money, and reluctantly handed the candied haws to Zhao Xing—that bunch of candied haws was indeed the biggest and most beautiful bunch.

As soon as I raised the corners of my mouth, Zhao Xing handed the candied haws to my mouth and said, "You pick one and eat it first."

"Can't you give me all of them?" I asked jokingly.

"No, you one and me one, it's fair."