Signing from HK Comprehensive becomes a legend

Chapter 474 It's Okay, I Can Still Drink

A few hours later, a hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Gao Yuliang walked out of the hotel door in a daze, stood at the door and smoked a cigarette, until the cigarette was half burned, he slapped his thigh in embarrassment, "Did you send out the invitation list by mistake?"

"The entire cultural exchange group to Hong Kong, I am alone in a kind of..."

A few hours is enough for the plane to arrive at Hong Kong Island from Jingzhou, and then come to the hotel, greet each other, and get to know each other.

On the plane, his daughter-in-law Wu Huifen happily joined the exchange group. After all, in the Handong exchange group with less than 20 members, ten scholars and professors from the history department accounted for ten of them. They are all from the history department. Whether you study pre-Qin or Han history , Tang history, Song history, Ming history, etc., there is absolutely no shortage of topics when sitting together to communicate.

To become a first-class university professor, even if Wu Huifen teaches Ming history, what if he specializes in this field?Who dares to say that she knows nothing about Qin, Han, Tang and Song Dynasties?
People with the same profession get together, so there is no shortage of topics.

In addition to these scholars, the rest are retired deputy senior officials.

There is no shortage of topics when a few retired old people get together. Where I was in power before, what have I done, I seem to have heard about you, which one of your actions is very good, very beautiful...

These old people are also very happy to communicate with each other. Thinking about the past, recalling bitterness and thinking sweetly, it was too much fun to chat.

Only Gao Yuliang, who looked at this side, was not familiar with it, and looked at that side, but was not familiar with it either.

When their Handong exchange group arrived on Hong Kong Island, they arrived at the hotel where they stayed. This was a large hotel located in the downtown area of ​​Tsim Sha Tsui. The entire hotel was contracted by Mr. Zhao to receive their exchange group.

Then, the professors and history experts from Qingbei, the professors and history experts from Jiaotong University and Fuzhou University, and the Handong Department also got along very well. It is said that the history experts from the Handong Department can only be regarded as younger brothers in front of those two teams.

The retired leaders of Handong faced the retired elders invited from the capital and Shanghai... they were also regarded as younger brothers.

They still had a good chat in their respective circles and were very happy.

Teacher Gao Yuliang, he has begun to doubt life. I am the head of the Department of Political Science and Law, am I too conspicuous to be in this bureau? ?
Could it be that the staff made a mistake in their busy schedule and invited him to the wrong person?The other party mistakenly regarded him as a history professor.

Mr. Gao is not ignorant of history. In fact, he was influenced by his wife and dabbled in the history of the Ming Dynasty. He quite liked the book Wanli 15 Years.

But he is just an amateur outside the circle, and compared with a real expert, he is far behind.

While Mr. Gao was smoking a cigarette in a strange mood, he suddenly saw three people running out of another hotel across the road in a panic, two men and one woman, all foreigners...these few were arrested by the hotel just after they ran out. Another Chinese young man who was chased out from here crackled and fell over.

Then he greeted the hotel waiter and carried him into the hotel.

The one who hit someone was a little white and fat, wearing a vest, big pants, flip-flops, and a very sharp look.

Teacher Gao, "..."

what do i seeAttacking others in public, illegal kidnapping, detention?Scanning the street in a daze, Gao Yuliang realized that he was not the only one who saw the scene just now.

This is the street of Tsim Sha Tsui, one of the busiest downtown areas on Hong Kong Island.

There are a lot of vehicles and pedestrians on the road.

He also found that someone was already calling the police. It seemed that there were patrolmen in military uniforms patrolling at the end of the road 200 meters away.

Then Gao Yu's conscience was stabilized, and it seemed that he didn't need to get involved in this matter.

And then, ten minutes later.

Teacher Gao saw two policemen in military uniform handcuffed the three laowai who had been beaten before, standing on the side of the street and calling for something. .

The Chinese young man who hit someone before was enthusiastically waving at the police car.

Gao Yuliang, "..."

What made Teacher Gao even more uncomfortable was that the beating young man watched the police car leave, and then happily walked towards the road. The destination seemed to be the hotel behind Teacher Gao.

In one or two minutes, the young man walked to the door of the hotel.

The hotel waiters all greeted respectfully, "Mr. Tang!"

"Hi, Mr. Tang!"

……

Mr. Tang is of course Tang Niu. After greeting the waiter with a smile, he looked at Gao Yuliang, "You are a scholar from the Mainland, you are a great professor. Sorry for your disrespect. My name is Tang Niu. You can call me Xiao Tang or A Niu."

Tang Niu said this in Mandarin.

When he stretched out his hands to greet him, Gao Yuliang was a little flustered, and he stretched out his hands politely in a panic, "I don't dare to be, I don't dare to be, my name is Gao Yuliang, I'm Handong University..."

He witnessed the murder with his own eyes.

Tang Niu, who is 1.7 meters tall and wearing a vest, shorts, flip-flops, looks cute and kind, but facing three foreigners, one is middle-aged, not much to say, and the other is a young man who is more than 1.9 meters tall. His whole body was like a bodybuilder. He was beaten so badly by A Niu that he collapsed without any strength to fight back.

The younger sister of the third elder is still fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged, and Mr. Tang also lay down without hesitation.

Tang Niu shook hands heavily, "Hey, professors of Handong University, I have never read any books in my life, and I admire you the most learned people."

"Professor Gao, don't worry, I'll take care of your reception. Don't worry, I'll be in charge tonight, and I'll cook a banquet for everyone."

"Be sure to eat and drink well."

Gao Yuliang wanted to explain something. For example, he was the head of the Department of Political Science and Law. Did the staff under Mr. Zhao make a mistake and invited the wrong person? If so, he could go back to Handong.

After all, in this cultural exchange group, there are so many professors and scholars from the history department of different schools. It is impossible for Mr. Zhao to know all of them. When filming a historical drama, please consult a consultant. ?
But Tang Niu was too enthusiastic. Before he could finish his words, Tang Niu led him into the hotel and greeted the front desk, "Come on, where are the pickles I prepared earlier? Take some out for Professor Gao to taste." .”

"That's my new research and development. By the way, Mr. Gao, you can taste it later and comment on it."

Teacher Gao was rendered speechless again by Tang Niu.

You, a little fat man who beat up a 1.9-meter-long bodybuilder, why did you suddenly change your career to cook, set up a water table, and invite me to eat pickles?
He didn't know what to say for a while, until a waiter ran to bring a few bottles of pickled vegetables. The moment the bottle was opened, all kinds of sweet, sour, salty, spicy and other delicacies rushed into Gao Yuliang's nostrils like a storm. , taste buds...

Gao Yuliang can swear that he has never smelled such a variety of colors in his life, but just by smelling it, he feels the pleasure of enjoying the storm of taste.

Under Tang Niu's enthusiastic suggestion, Mr. Gao grabbed the chopsticks and took a sip, and then got out of control. After Tang Niu asked the waiter to bring out the fruit wine, rice wine, etc. he made himself.

………………

More than two hours later.

In a small conference room on the second floor, Wu Huifen walked out with a smile and went to the bathroom, and on the way back to the conference room, she slapped her forehead, hey, where is their boss?
I remember that a long time ago, Gao Yuliang said to go out to smoke a cigarette. How long has it been since I saw anyone?
No wonder Mr. Wu couldn't think of Mr. Gao. After all, those are old couples. It's normal not to see each other for a while. Moreover, this time, it's really a conference room where more than a dozen of the country's top Ming history experts gathered Talk about drama, talk about creation.

Everyone has always been arguing, if it is a big Ming drama, who should be filmed?Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Di, or Zhu Houzhao?
A certain big cow has been insisting on rehabilitating Zhu Houzhao.

There are also people who are arguing that when shooting a historical drama, the protagonist does not have to be the emperor, but Wang Yangming, Zhang Juzheng, Qi Jiguang and other famous civil and military figures who have gone down in history can also be filmed.

Here, Wu Huifen, a professor of Ming history at Handong University, can only be regarded as a younger sister. She doesn't have many opportunities to speak, and she is all listening to the big bulls citing scriptures and pushing the stories of the protagonists in her mind. .

It was the quotations from the scriptures that made her scream for knowledge.

This is not the Internet era of the later generations. It is still difficult to obtain information and knowledge channels. The debates and heated discussions of those people made Wu Huifen feel like listening to the lectures of big cows.

Chatting in the heating room, all kinds of tea and cakes are available, and someone will come to add some new products at any time.

The vibe was so exciting.

This led to more than two hours before Teacher Wu remembered, where is Teacher Gao?
When she was puzzled, she walked along the conference rooms on the second floor, looking here and there, and after searching for four or five rooms, but still failed, the waiter came to serve...

"Lao Gao is on the first floor? The lounge area in the lobby?"

After receiving the news, Wu Huifen stepped downstairs, and was surprised to find that the lobby on the first floor was almost empty, and the receptionist was gone, but there were people chatting and laughing loudly near the rest area of ​​the lobby.

Soon she saw Mr. Gao, who was a little drunk, and was chatting with some strangers.

It's a good conversation.

Still more than ten meters away, Teacher Wu heard Teacher Gao's excited talk, "Mr. Tang's cooking skills are really like this. I have never eaten such delicious pickles in my life. It sounds like pickles, but it feels better than anything else. The imperial banquets in the palace are all delicious."

"This wine is not ordinary, it's so delicious..."

Accompanied by his words, a young man muffled, "Really? I don't believe it..."

While saying disbelief, he grabbed his chopsticks and took a bite. The young man tasted like chewing gum, "Teacher Gao, it's still tasteless."

Teacher Gao said speechlessly, "Why are you like this? How dare you say that such a delicious dish is tasteless?"

A certain middle-aged man patted the table and laughed, "Haha, Mr. Gao, this guy is a zombie. His sense of taste has already collapsed. His taste must be different from ours. Dogs still eat shit..."

"Let me try it."

Speaking of which, the middle-aged man inhaled and swished a small dish of pickled vegetables, and the pickles, which were originally full of color, flavor and taste, turned into waste residue as if his soul had been drained, while the middle-aged man was excited Shouting again and again, "It's delicious, it's so fucking delicious!"

The closer Wu Huifen got, the more she heard and saw... Teacher Wu suddenly felt a little weak.

What does zombie mean?
And that middle-aged man, when he sucked on a dish of vegetables, the pickles were sucked into slag?

Teacher Gao was on top, unconscious, and suddenly smiled and patted the middle-aged man, "You guys are so funny, are you still zombies? What era is this..."

Teacher Gao was still laughing, when he saw a figure walking towards the entrance of the hall, glanced in this direction, frowned and said, "Why are you guys here? Disappear quickly, don't disturb our exchange group from the mainland."

"You can mess around with the film crew as you please, so don't come here. There is no need for you to show up in a historical drama."

Accompanied by the figures, the vampire zombie Chisha, the middle-aged Zhang San, the ghost construction worker Li Yaomin, and several male ghosts such as Jiajia's father, all responded one after another, and then swish... Some disappeared out of thin air, and some put on their clothes. The coat that wraps herself tightly, flashes quickly.

Most of these disappeared out of thin air and became transparent.

In the story of My Wife Is Not Human, the ghost of the construction worker and Jiajia, the female ghost, all appear in broad daylight without stress.

Teacher Gao in the middle, "Hey, where are people? Why are they all gone?"

Teacher Wu's legs softened, and he supported the wall beside him to stand firm. The young man who just came in smiled and said, "You are all professors from the mainland, I'm Zhao Xueyan."

"Don't worry about the little thing just now. It's just a few film crews playing special effects. Before the official start of work, these guys are wandering around when they have nothing to do. I have ordered them not to disturb your TV drama exchange team in the future. "

Having said that, Dr. Zhao walked over to help Gao Yuliang who was about to fall.

"Ding, successfully signed in to Gao Yuliang, and rewarded a hero with supernatural powers and three gangs. The host can claim them at any time."

A hero with three gangs, the power of one person is small, but everyone gathers firewood like a flame, and a person who uses supernatural powers, no matter what he does, will randomly call people who are willing to help him for free, and people who are touched by him will consume it according to the specific situation. Unequal humanitarian merit.

Good guy, Mr. Gao has done a magic trick, and it seems that he is not bad.

The Chinese-style supernatural powers signed from Li Dakang, who knows who uses them, does not consume the value of human merit. It is impossible for rookies such as Li Changjiang, Zhang Shanshan, and Qiu Haoji to quickly master English and improve their acting skills rapidly.

This new supernatural power, no matter what you do, can randomly inspire and move a group of people who are willing to help you for free?

Then if he brushes the trumpet with supernatural powers, will it impress a group of people from Ami's family to bring their own dry food and run to help the trumpet?
When he was thinking of forming a cultural exchange group from the mainland, he specially added Gao Yuliang, who was still a teacher, to the list, just thinking that this future boss might come up with something, but this supernatural power is powerful. Surprise beyond expectations.

It's nothing more than human merit... If you don't try it, you won't know what kind of practical effect it will have, as well as the consumption rate.

Just like the Huaxia speed, it consumes a little for 72 hours for one person, but for a TV station headquarters, it only takes 24 o'clock in 10 hours, but it can cover the entire headquarters, and no matter how many people enter it, they will enter a super efficient state.

He knew that Mr. Gao would form a Han gang in the original future trajectory, and this supernatural power seemed to be quite appropriate.

Dr. Zhao is very satisfied with the result of adding a teacher Gao to the list.

Wu Huifen, who was leaning on the wall not far away, said in a terrified voice, "Zhao...Hi Mr. Zhao, I've heard Mr. Zhao's name before, but...but..."

The group of guys just now, the ghosts who were invisible directly, the zombies who put on big sheets and left at a speed faster than humans?Really special effects people?

Is this still trivial? ?

Dr. Zhao waved his hand calmly, "It's okay, don't you think this teacher is okay."

Gao Yuliang, who was supported by him, said in a daze, "It's okay, I can still drink."

Wu Huifen, "..."

(End of this chapter)