Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

"Xiao Xiao actually works in a hospital, which hospital?" Mao Juanru stared at Xiao Xiao quietly, "Say it and let me know, and I will kill you in that hospital in the future."

He also had to inform his students that there was a quack in that hospital, so be careful and don’t get killed by the medicine...

Wei Wei almost choked and quickly swallowed the porridge in his mouth.

Xiao Xiao staggered, turned around in disbelief, and looked at Mao Juanru's wrinkled face, her heart was broken.

"Professor, how could you do this?" Is he shameless? Especially in front of the boss and Jun Wan, he seemed particularly useless.

Mao Juanru innocently looked back at Xiao Xiao's accusing eyes, "I'm just telling the truth. That hospital can admit you, but the standard is worrying. What's wrong with that?"

Wei Wei thought about it and realized that this was true. The level was indeed not that good, so he could go or not.

"Professor, I got into the exam on my own, without any water mixed in." Xiao Xiao jumped anxiously. He had already changed under the supervision of his boss, really.

What should I do if I am more worried? Mao Juanru's eyes revealed this information.

"Okay, let's go to work first. That's what you should do most right now." Wei Wei kicked him out if he was too noisy.

After sending the annoying Xiao Xiao to the hospital, Wei Wei and other Mao Juanru slowly finished their breakfast and started asking questions.

"Didn't you always live under the overpass? Why did you suddenly collapse in front of my house? If I hadn't happened to come home, you would have died."

"It's a long story. I just fought with other homeless people to get under the overpass. I couldn't get it, so I had to wander around." Mao Juanru recounted the cause of the incident in a few words without any personal emotions.

He chose the front door of Wei Wei's house, but it was the only one where no one came out to persuade him to leave. He was satisfied with having a tile to cover him.

Wei Wei was silent. A dignified university professor has fallen into the dust and competed with homeless people for territory?

"I gave you some money a few days ago, why didn't you use it?" Wei Wei was puzzled. If he had used it, at least he wouldn't be in such a mess.

"It turns out that you were the one who gave me a sum of money." Mao Yuanru touched his pocket and wanted to take out the money and return it to Wei Wei.

When he put his hand into his pocket, he remembered that he had changed his clothes. He thought that the money was no longer in the pocket of his current clothes, but Mao Juanru unexpectedly touched the money.

It seemed that Xiao Xiao, who helped him change clothes, put the money in his current pocket. That kid, if nothing else, was soft-hearted and attentive enough.

Mao Yuanru took out the money and put it on the table, "I haven't touched this money. You can take it back."

Wei Wei frowned, "I never take back what I give out."

"You keep using it. At least you have a tile to cover yourself."

Why is this old man so stubborn and inflexible?

If there weren't so many people staring at the old man, she would have just blocked the valley and kept out of sight.

"It's neither relatives nor friends..." Mao Yanru was at a loss for a moment, "What if I implicate you..."

"It's not about being tired. I'm leaving Kyoto soon. That's one." Wei Wei stretched out the second finger on his hand. "Second, you are a free man now. Who would be so bored as to keep staring at you?" Aren’t you being helped by someone? Isn’t it normal for someone to be helped?”

Isn't this situation much lighter than being in the bullpen? There is no reason to indulge yourself.

"Open your mind and open up the pattern. The first step is to find a place to live. The second step is to go to the factory and find a job as a janitor. This will solve the current difficulties." Wei Wei didn't understand, so many It is not easy for a well-established student to find a job.

"If it doesn't work out, you can get a matchbox to use as a paste. At least don't give up on yourself and make yourself look bad." Wei Wei's mind turned around and he came up with a practical plan.

Mao Juanru's eyes lit up, why didn't he think of it? No matter what, it was more honorable to paste matchboxes than to beg for food.

"Thank you. I borrowed this money from you. I will remember it and pay you back a hundred times a thousand times in the future." Mao Juanru said every word, and he remembered this kindness.

...............

Wei Wei saw off Mao Yuanru, who was about to leave, and started applying for his own private flight.

First, she had to go to the Civil Aviation Administration of China to register her trophies.

Wei Wei is ready to make an effort to apply for the frequently flown routes and airspace that are applied for every year at once.

061. Special Operations Camp, Kyoto, okay, perfect. I don’t think she would have time to go anywhere else except these three places.

Suddenly thought of the Black Province...

Forget it, just add it. If there's any emergency, you'll be there in time.

Wei Wei took the documents and materials he prepared and headed to the Civil Aviation Administration of China building.

It was the first time in his life that the clerk received such a strange application, and he was asked to say that there were any violations, but there were no violations. It was all in accordance with the regulations.

But he couldn't make the decision. After weighing the matter, the clerk said: "Chief, how about I go to the leader and you can discuss it face to face."

"Okay." Wei Wei nodded and agreed to the clerk's suggestion.

But Wei Wei overestimated the status of the Civil Aviation Administration of China. At present, the Civil Aviation Administration of China is still a small bureau with few benefits and prospects. It is said to be a general bureau with only a few airplanes and helicopters, so how can it dare to agree privately.

Finally, the application form was placed in front of Shi Xiangrong. Shi Xiangrong frowned and looked at Wei Wei, who seemed to be sitting calmly aside.

"Can you let me take a look at your appointment letter?" Although Shi Xiangrong didn't think Wei Wei would talk nonsense on such an important matter, he didn't believe that the country's secret service was about to be handed over to a yellow-haired girl.

Wei Wei showed the copy to Shi Xiangrong for review. As for the original, she was afraid it would be damaged. It was an imperial edict in her hand, so it was easy to use.

Shi Xiangrong first noticed the material of the document, and then noticed that the document was not the original.

After checking the authenticity, Shi Xiangrong's focus shifted, "Comrade Wei, what kind of machine are you using to copy documents?"

If their office could be equipped with one, wouldn't they not have to write longhand in the future?

The secretary can save a lot of time and focus on more important things.

Wei Wei raised his chin slightly, "This is a small machine I made casually, a printer. It just has a copying function. It's nothing unusual."

"But, I noticed that you don't have a special printer. Is it a color printer?" Shi Xiangrong did not ignore this point. The printed seal was still red.

"That's right." Wei Wei nodded. Apart from turning black and white into color, there was no technical content.

"Director Shi, what we are discussing now is about whether to approve my air route." Wei Wei reminded, "Is it better to resolve one thing first and discuss the other?"

"Your reasons are very good," Shi Xiangrong put down the copy. "This matter is not a big deal. I can approve it. However, it is impossible to approve the engine oil. This is your private schedule. You have to solve this problem yourself."

Shi Xiangrong persuaded Wei Wei that his agreement was not sincere at all.

But what Wei Wei wants is consent, and she can solve this problem by herself.

"Thank you, Director Shi. I can handle the oil problem." Wei Wei thought, fighter jets do not only have engine oil as an energy source. Energy sources from various celestial bodies such as solar energy are not available every day. It is time to use them.