As long as 998 old Gong takes home

The recognition that Orange Head was by his side made Qiao Yu sleep peacefully that night.

Half a month, whether it is long or short, he probably can't do anything more before Sister Lu returns to Jindao, so he might as well relax and wait.But apart from Sister Lu, there was another thing that made him particularly concerned——Yuan Lan from the milk tea shop said that he had nothing to do with Juzitou, and he couldn't believe it.

But the friend of Teng Dongsen and Boss Qin had already passed away when they were only fifteen or sixteen years old, so it was not justified to have another daughter.And even if the original intention was to "resurrect friends", it's not difficult to hear from Boss Qin's words, but later Teng Dongsen was just doing research stubbornly.The reason why people do something in the first place is often not related to the final goal. There are countless such examples.

Leaving aside these unanswerable things for the time being, Qiao Yu's life has become extremely regular, going to class on time during the day, and drawing on the digital screen in the TEA-BOX after class, waiting for 998 to get off work.Therefore, the content of his paintings became monotonous, leaving only 998.

All kinds of 998 are stored in his device, and he draws some memorable things into comics on a whim, as if to remind himself not to forget.And 998 would come over from time to time to refill him a cup of coffee when he was free, without disturbing him.They reached a high level of tacit understanding on this point, every time Qiao Yu passed by, she would not say hello to 998, and would just sit silently on the empty seat.

It wasn't until three or five days later when class was in session that Xiang Ying suddenly asked to change places with her classmates.

The classmate was full of reluctance: "Do you have any secrets, take me with you too."

Xiang Ying said expressionlessly: "I want to ask Qiao Yu to copy the notes of art history."

"Qiao Yu's book is full of drawings, and he didn't take notes at all..." Although the classmate complained so much, he closed the book obediently, and walked forward with his bag.For him, it doesn’t matter where he sits, if someone chats, he chats, and if no one chats, he can still use his ID to watch cartoons to pass the time.

As soon as Xiang Ying sat down, the class bell rang, and the teacher walked in and began to babble about things that no one listened to.

Qiao Yu glanced at her new seatmate: "What's the matter?"

"Yes." Xiang Ying replied while opening the book.

Even if their personal relationship is very good, Xiang Ying belongs to the kind of person who can't say a word all day in school; if he changes seats so seriously, he must have something to say.

After the teacher started to teach the class according to the script on the projection screen, Xiang Ying said in a volume that Qiao Yu could hear clearly: "I told Gyeonggi about the previous incident, and he went back to find some notes he wrote when he was an assistant. ..." "How is it?" Upon hearing these words, Qiao Yu suddenly came to his senses.

He was just doing his daily sketching, but now he even put down his pen and turned his head to stare at Xiang Ying, waiting for an answer.

"Don't look at me like that, the teacher will roll the roll later." Xiang Ying said lightly, "I found some information about the 'heart' you mentioned, but he said that he didn't like to write notes since he was a student, so now those There is nothing useful in a few words."

Qiao Yu felt like riding a roller coaster, going up and down again.He sighed slightly, and resumed his draft practice in the blank space of the book: "Is that so..."

"You're in a hurry, you can decide your mood after I finish speaking." Xiang Yingban joked, "Jingji said that there must be materials in the old research institute."

"...After Teng Dongsen passed away, the research institute should be returned to the country."

"No," Xiang Ying said, "the project he proposed in XX97 was not approved, and he went to teach later; his research institute at that time was private, and he was studying illegal projects. The original words of Gyeonggi were' He spent huge sums of money to build a research institute deep in the mountains and old forests'."

"Privately build a research institute?! How much does it cost..."

"Isn't his wife the heir of the Lin chaebol?"

"!"

For ordinary people, the amount that is unimaginable, it immediately seems reasonable to put it on the Lin chaebol.

Qiao Yu remembered what Boss Qin said about "love at first sight", and it is not impossible for Sister Lu to build a research institute for Teng Dongsen.He never expected Xiangying to come and talk to him about this during class—these things were not in a hurry to communicate right away—but he soon understood why Xiangying seemed so eager.

"And coincidentally, the place is in Jindao," Xiang Ying said, "in the mountains of the Jinxia slum."

"……that is not……"

"Yes, according to the address that Gyeonggi said, it's very close to where you lived before, and it's an hour's walk." Xiang Ying said, "He just recalled the address this morning and sent me a map just now... but he drew it himself Yes, there is no such location planned on the official map."

Even though Xiang Ying's expression was indifferent, Qiao Yu could still hear the excitement in his tone.

He tentatively asked, "How is Minai, has it been repaired?"

"No, Gyeonggi's opinion is the same as mine. We can only replace the internal parts, but it is impossible to ensure that there will be no problems and no data loss in ten or twenty years." Xiang Ying said, "If Teng Dongsen still Alive, it can be done.”

He understood that Xiang Ying also really wanted to go to that research institute, even if he found the materials left by Teng Dongsen, it might be the key to repairing Minai.

Qiao Yu paused and said, "Go today?"

"I'm going home today, and Gyeonggi won't be here until next week."

"So..." Qiao Yu said, "How much money did you invest in Gyeonggi?"

"Not much."

"Tell me."

"150."

"..." Qiao Yu said in a complicated mood, "No wonder he worked so hard."

"You think too much. If his development can be put into production, my return as an investor will be at least twenty times."

"...the evil capitalist."