nonhuman affairs administration

Professor Ren took the photo and took a look at it, his eyes suddenly widened. He raised his head suddenly, as if his cervical vertebrae were about to break.

Professor Ren couldn't believe it: "This... this is..."

Dean Qi said: "It is said that the project assigned by the higher-ups was led by that person."

He is a leader in the industry, and the project he is working on is related to the fate of the fruit. Normally, he cannot even mention his name and can only use a nickname.

Professor Ren was silent for a long time, his eyes fixed on the photos, thinking over and over again.

Dean Qi knows him, knows his concerns, and knows the appeal of this thing to any researcher.

Dean Qi was confident enough, so he was always in the dominant position in this conversation.

Professor Ren sighed, and finally took the photos.

Dean Qi saw that he had an idea and poured him a glass of water with a kettle.

Professor Ren took the cup of water but did not drink it. He held it in his hand for a long time to warm it.

Dean Qi did not interrupt his thoughts and poured himself a glass.

When I get older, I dare not drink too much tea, for fear of lying in bed all night and unable to sleep.

If I were younger, this good thing would not have been Professor Ren's turn to take over, but would have been snatched away by Dean Qi himself long ago.

Being in his 40s is a good age to get things done in the professor circle. What's more, Professor Ren is the youngest professor under him and is a steady and responsible person. He is the most suitable person to take over this project.

Dean Qi has experienced many ups and downs, climbed the mountains, gone to the countryside, lived in a cowshed, and walked on the streets.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the pursuit of truth and the unknown.

Those few years were too long and wore out many people's lives, so the few talented people became rare and precious.

When the water warmed up, Professor Ren seemed to remember to take a sip.

Professor Ren raised his head and said, "Teacher, please tell me more about this project."

Dean Qi smiled. It had been a long time since he heard him call him teacher. When people get old, they always think of their youth.

Dean Qi: "Go back and pack your things. The car has been arranged and we will leave tonight."

Professor Ren didn't have much luggage, just a bag stuffed with soft cloth, and the other instruments and materials were of no use.

Professor Ren only stuffed a notebook into his bag and traveled lightly, just like when he went to Beijing to study alone.

The car was a special one with a logo on it. The back seat window couldn't see the scenery outside, and there was a curtain in front to block it. There was another young man in simple casual clothes sitting next to him.

The young man stood straight and his background was obvious. Professor Ren didn't want to cause any trouble for him. He got into the car and fell asleep, sleeping all the way.

Professor Ren has had motion sickness since childhood, and there has been no improvement at all even at this age. Instead of forcing himself to stay awake and making a fool of himself, it is better to close his eyes and prepare himself.

The carriage was very quiet and Professor Ren fell asleep with his eyes closed.

People have more dreams when they get old, and he had a strange dream.

"Little stone...little stone..."

Professor Ren heard a voice, as if someone was calling something.

The dream was in chaos. He looked up and saw only flowing black fog.

The black fog seemed to have life, floating over and wrapping around him.

When Professor Ren was awakened, he seemed to still hear the calls in his ears.

The young man who woke him up and sat next to him had a good-looking face, with a childish fang when he smiled.

The car had stopped. The young man walked around the car, opened the door on his side, and motioned for him to get out.

Professor Ren picked up his things and followed him without hesitation, showing trust.