She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Although he didn't know why Professor Yan stood up for Manshu, Mr. Zhu still introduced him: "This is Yan Lang, Professor Yan, a professor of the History Department of Imperial Capital University. He is also an old friend of mine."

Old friend, these two words are enough to prove how much Mr. Zhu values ​​Professor Yan.

Even if other people had never heard of Yan Lang's name, they did not dare to look at him in the face at this moment.

What's more, when you introduce Yan Lang, others may not know who he is because they have the same name.

But if you mention Yan Lang, professor of the History Department of Imperial Capital University, many people will know him.

"So it's Professor Yan. I know you and have read your book, "Two or Three Stories about Archaeology at Imperial University." I like this book very much and I still have it in my collection."

A Few Stories about Archaeology at Imperial Capital University tells the story of Professor Yan's travels around the country with the archaeological team when he was young.

He encountered many strange things.

In fact, Yan Lang wrote this book as a novel, but it is mixed with a lot of professional knowledge related to history and archaeology.

It was once listed as a must-read book in college by some history students, and many students were deeply inspired by it.

Professor Yan's writing style is humorous and he tells each archaeological story in a way that makes people yearn for it.

All of a sudden, the number of students applying for the archaeology major in the history department of the imperial capital increased significantly.

The originally boring and tedious archaeological work seems to become interesting and thrilling under Professor Yan's pen.

Yan Lang didn't care about being admired. When he met his fans, he would just smile gently and say, "Thank you for your kindness."

“This is not flattery…” This person might be a die-hard fan of Yan Lang. He forcibly pulled Yan Lang aside to discuss the new book.

Professor Yan: “…” Just, very confused.

What about supporting your granddaughter?

After this farce was over, Master Zhu looked at the person who had been making things difficult for his young disciple.

Being targeted by Mr. Zhu, no matter how good Liu Hong's mentality was, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous at this moment.

"Young people should study hard and not be impatient. Gambling on stones is a very interesting thing, don't think too much."

"Also, who do I need to report to if I accept a disciple?"

Liu Hong's face turned red and his ears felt hot.

The people present also came to their senses and realized that this young man was targeting the girl.

Although each family failed to send their younger generation to Master Zhu as apprentice, now that Cheng Yaojin has appeared out of nowhere and is not from any of their family, everyone feels balanced.

Therefore, Liu Hong's weird behavior is despicable.

Yan Zhan passed by Liu Hong and glanced at him coldly: "You are about the same age as me. As a young generation that has attracted much attention in the Liu family, haven't you also achieved nothing?"

Snapped--

Yan Zhan's words were like a slap in Liu Hong's face.

He is finding fault with others, but what about himself?

He doesn't even realize that he is still interning in the family business and has made no achievements in the field of gambling on stones.

Yan Zhan's words not only slapped Liu Hong in the face, but even Old Master Liu was unable to raise his head.

When Yan Zhan looked over, Manshu looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Yan Zhan's heart softened and he rubbed her on the head.

It seems to be saying: Don’t be afraid, I’m here and no one can bully you.

Although it was the old man's 80th birthday, the old man was not so arrogant. The birthday party was just a gathering of old friends and there was basically no formalism.

Just during the banquet, several gifts were delivered to the villa one after another.

I heard that it was sent by Master Zhu’s other disciples.

Manshu was a little curious and asked Yan Zhan quietly: "Uncle San, how many disciples does Master have?"

"Not counting those who were removed, there are still two."

"Oh." Manshu wondered, what happened to the person who was expelled?