I Really Didn't Want to Be the Savior

Chapter 175

"Forget it, just this once, not again."

Chen Feng decided to forgive her.

What else can I do if I don't forgive her?

A fight?

"I'm so stingy. I only give it once. What if others run out of it."

Ou Qinglan muttered unconvinced.

Chen Feng heard it clearly and could only sigh in his heart.

We have different world views and have a deviation in our understanding of things, so we really can't explain clearly.

"Who's that bad old man with you? I think he's very strong. Why don't you do me a favor and ask him out for me later."

Ou Qinglan didn't understand: "he poked your ass with a needle, and you asked him? What did you ask him to do?"

Chen Feng took a deep breath, "fight the top of Huashan Mountain. Either he or I die!"

The sad and angry mood came again.

"What's your kindness?"

"Why are you sorry?"

"Uncle Dong Shan is over 170 years old. Do you want to make an appointment with such an old man?"

"Ha? One hundred and seven?"

After talking with Ou Qinglan about cordial greetings to old Mr. Dong Shan for a while, Chen Feng completely gave up the idea of revenge.

In previous time lines, Chen Feng did not know about ou Qinglan's colleagues in the Xuanwu Academy.

But he was sure that Dong Shan had never been here before.

Because in the past, the life expectancy of scientific researchers could not reach 170.

Old man Dong should be his first contact.

The old man is the deputy leader of the project team in charge of Ou Qinglan.

On the surface, the old man is Ou Qinglan's assistant. In fact, it doesn't mean that his knowledge is lower than ou Qinglan.

On the contrary, old man Dong is one of the only thousands of masters of knowledge, that is, one of the master level scholars.

He has profound knowledge, many academic achievements and many disciples.

But he has a strange temperament and doesn't like to appear in public. In addition, he is interested in ou Qinglan's project and simply comes to be an assistant.

In the project team, ou Qinglan's specialty is spirituality and quick thinking, which is the advantage brought to her by youth.

There is no doubt that Ou Qinglan is very talented.

But her shortcomings are also obvious. She is too young. Although her basic knowledge is far stronger than Chen Feng, she is still almost hot compared with her own research.

Therefore, in the project team, ou Qinglan is clearly the team leader, responsible for leading the team forward, but it is old man Dong Shan who really promotes the project on a solid theoretical basis.

Facing a despicable old man with such high prestige but shameless, Chen Feng felt hopeless for revenge and came from grief.

It's shameful to be disrespectful for old age!

"Oh, forget it, that's it." Chen Feng sighed and jumped out of bed.

Just then, a voice sounded under his iron hospital bed.

"A man's big husband, once a word comes out, it's hard to recover. Say well, don't beat me. I've recorded it."

Chen Feng looked back and saw the wrinkled hale and hearty old face coming out of the white curtain of the hospital bed.

You are a real show!

The three had dinner together. Chen Feng knew that during his coma, old man Dong had personally helped him, afraid that the formalities would be finished.

As an expert scholar, Chen Feng owns a villa for his private use in the eastern suburb of Science City, with a large area, which is about equivalent to a ten million dollar luxury house in the United States.

Now what Chen Feng needs to do is to determine his own research direction and project name, and choose to be affiliated with that unit according to the project needs.

Ou Qinglan suggested: "in fact, you don't need to be close and far away. You are seamlessly connected with my project team. I happen to be short of people. Come and be my assistant."

Chen Feng looked at her expressionless, "wake up, don't dream. Pay attention to your teacher."

"You..." Ou Qinglan was avenged by Chen Feng and jumped with anger. "What do you want to do? If sister Tianxin didn't let me take care of you when you went out, who would care about you!"

The old man Dong Shan opposite also looked at Chen Feng with interest while eating snacks.

Chen Feng said truthfully, "I want to study the process of science and technology in the 21st century."

"What?"

Ou Qinglan and Dong Shan opened their mouths and were stunned.

"What's the matter?"

Chen Feng wondered.

Ou Qinglan covers her heart.

"The decisive battle day is less than a year. You go to study this history? Are you sick?"

She is really angry.

When she just heard that Chen Feng was going to transfer to scientific research, she was very happy. She was even very enthusiastic and offered to help with Tang Tianxin.

Although she tried unsuccessfully to ask Tang Tianxin about Chen Feng's intention, she didn't take it seriously.

Anyway, Chen Feng's amazing intuitive ability, no matter what he studies, will always be very useful.

Now I know his mind. It's OK that Ou Qinglan didn't collapse on the spot.

For example, Chen Feng now means that at the beginning of World War II, a gifted nuclear physicist did not engage in military technology research and development, but instead studied the food and drink of medieval Europeans.

It can't be said that he is abusing nature. It's a crime!

Chen Feng knew he couldn't explain to her, and didn't bother to argue, "don't worry about me, I've made up my mind. Tang Tianxin didn't care about me, just you talk too much."

"Oh, no, you... How can you do this!" Ou Qinglan's fingers trembled, and her personal intelligence brain called out the summary of the information Chen Feng had browsed recently.

It's really those bits and pieces of worthless stuff in the history of science and technology in the 21st century.

What is the nano process of silicon wafer, the signal transmission principle of 5g + network, and the advanced theory of ternary lithium battery

What antiques are these!

It's amazing.

Ou Qinglan was so angry, "I don't agree!"

Chen Feng: "sorry, this is my business. It has nothing to do with you."

Ou Qinglan got up and knocked over the chairs behind her.

She turned to go, went out for two steps and turned back, glared at Chen Feng with tears in her eyes, "you disappointed me so much. I almost adored you. I'm ashamed of you!"

With that, she really pedaled away.

Chen Feng glanced aside and said, "old Dong, your team leader is gone."

Since there is no speculation, there is naturally no need to communicate more. He thought that old Dong probably wanted to persuade himself, so he didn't want to talk and simply ordered him to leave.

Old man Dong Shan squinted at Chen Feng, as if he wanted to see through his eyes.

The ancients said that the older people are, the more demonic they are, because they have seen too much of the world and human sophistication, they will always become more experienced and insight involuntarily.

Dong Shan is 170 years old and is the oldest person Chen Feng has ever seen with his own eyes.

His old eyes, which are not muddy, really make Chen Feng uncomfortable.

"All right, old man, if you have anything to say, don't look at me like that."

Dong Shan picked up the honey grapefruit tea next to him and sipped, "I don't advise you. I'll just help you analyze it from a technical point of view."

Chen Feng waved impatiently, "come on, I know, you all feel meaningless. I'm too lazy to explain to you."

"Little brother, we don't talk about meaning. I just want to tell you that your project team can't start."

"Why?"

"Because there is no research institute to associate with you. The history research institute is now very withered. The people who studied history in the past changed their careers about 10 or 20 years ago, and the last batch of historians have changed their projects in the last two days."

Chen Feng: "ah?"

"At present, the most important thing for mankind is to survive this disaster and live. Perhaps when things pass, many people will be interested in history and pay attention to the value of history, but now, no one really studies it."

Chen Feng wondered, "isn't the world government collecting and transporting those historical sites?"

"Yes, the reason why we should try to save it is because no one is studying it now."

Chen Feng was stunned.

"So, change your idea. Your project team can't recruit people, so if you're still alone, the project team will exist in name only. Even if you're Chen Feng, you're the spiritual leader of the intuitive school, others won't be willing to put down their projects and come to you to do useless work."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrow: "intuition school? What is it?"

"Don't expect those stupid losers who have holes in their brains. Although they preach intuition like you, they are just using your specious intuition as a methodology, and their research direction will not change."

Chen Feng ignored him, but began to inquire about the intuitionistic school on the spot.

The old man Dong next to him is still reading.

"It seems that you are not convinced. Yes, you must work hard to be a man, or you don't know what disappointment is."

Chen Feng also got up and left.

The old wicked man's mouth is really broken and smelly.

Two days later, Chen Feng was sitting alone in the vast and open History Research Institute, where the wind blew away the fallen leaves and covered the ground with weeds. He fell into inexplicable melancholy.

Behind him are wild green plants, which wrap him as if he were in nature.

There is a desk in front of him.

There is a sign on the table.

"Job fair of the research group for the analysis of scientific and Technological Development in the 21st century."

Next to the sign, there were two hundred application forms printed by him.

It's 200 printed out. Two days later, it's still 200.

Two days.

No one signed up.

Even if he moved his desk from the deserted office to the gate for the convenience of reception, there were still few people.

The wind is getting stronger again, and Chen Feng is blowing a little cold.

He sneezed.

The dust accumulated on his desk these two days is flying all over the sky.

He is not cold, but cold in heart.

A uniformed guard came in from outside the gate.

"President Chen, I'll add a dress for you."

Chen Feng's heart hurt again.

At the moment he set foot in the Institute of history, he, an expert "Scholar", automatically became the president of the Institute of history.

Now he has two soldiers.

The doorman who sent him clothes and another doorman who is receiving intensive training in basic military literacy in the security team of Science City.

Because all the scholars except him have changed careers after completing the handling of historical relics a few days ago.

It is said that the grand master level scholars of the Academy of history worked as meeting reporters in the military academy, with special professional counterparts.

Chen Feng said, "man, don't be the doorman. Come to my project team as the deputy leader."

The guard ran away without a shadow.

"Director Chen can't! I'll wait for Lao Li to change shifts, and I have to go to the training ground!"

President Chen wiped the ash on his face.

More and more desolate.

This world is so real!

At this time, his personal communication system sounded a hint of an unfamiliar letter.

He glanced up.

Well, another force in the Academy of Sciences has persevered to find itself.

The group of waste in the mouth of old man Dong Shan.

Members of the intuitive school send him an invitation every day, hoping that he can attend lectures of the intuitive school and give speeches to boost his morale.

As the spiritual leader of this group of waste, master Chen Feng, the newly appointed president of the Academy of history, doesn't want to be a waste leader.

But he's really going to catch a cold at the moment.

He got up, stretched and answered the news.

"Let me inform you that I'll have a look at tonight's lecture."

I'll get back to you right away.

"Really?"

This time it was a voice message.

It sounds like a good voice line, slightly familiar female voice.

Chen Feng remembered.

It was he who had a long haired girl who might have met more than one side at the Academy of life sciences.

Alas, I'm so beautiful and young that I believe in my intuition school. It's a pity.