Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

KOL cooperates to build momentum, but archaeology is a serious project, which needs to keep the attention of young people without losing its professionalism.

Compared with other KOLs, Mr. Peng has a unique advantage in archeology, so I hope to invite you to participate in this project. "

Peng Yuan rubbed his hands, feeling that the long-lost enthusiasm had returned: "Of course I am willing..."

The following is a set of scene words, which Li Yun previously reached an agreement with SFU scholars and taught Peng Yuan.

After all, there is an investment of 500 million US dollars in the initial stage of this project, which is very important to J University and SFU, and it will be a highlight on the resume of any undergraduate!

Peng Yuan is still a student, and his speaking skills are still poor, so he can't mess it up because of speaking!

After Peng Yuan finished reciting the essay, he was very happy.Davis smiled: "Please give me and Professor Li a little time."

Peng Yuan dragged Ding Jingyi out smoothly.

As soon as he left the office, Ding Jingyi said, "Don't you think there is a trap?"

"Ah?" Peng Yuan was still immersed in the aftertaste of happiness brought by hobbies that can make money, and he didn't understand Ding Jingyi's point at all.

Ding Jingyi lowered her voice: "I searched for Desper, and any subsidiary it controls has an IPO valuation of 20 billion U.S. dollars, at least."

Peng Yuan suddenly felt his head drop: "My mother! The communities in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou are bought by building!"

Peng Yuan has no financial knowledge, and he is sure that Ding Jingyi learned the incomprehensible terms such as IPO, holding, and valuation by himself.

Ding Jingyi is either on the way to be a feudal landlord or on the way to be a capitalist.

"Can you stop acting like a turkey..." Ding Jingyi patted Peng Yuan's ass, "Valuation and cashing out are two different things."

"Old financier!" Peng Yuan pinched back.

"All right, all right, Davis, as a director, must hold a company with several billion US dollars. How can a president with such assets, with an investment of 20 million US dollars, come out to run business in person?

It is better to leave this kind of thing to the subordinates.And I don't think he looks interested. Think about it, what would the second generation ancestor who is really interested in archaeology have when he meets professionals like you and Mr. Li?

Either his nostrils are upturned and he thinks he is a master, or he can't stop talking about layman's words.And he is very restrained, full of the breath of neither being happy with things nor sad with himself. "

Peng Yuan instantly felt that he was mentally retarded, and indeed he was the prince's boyfriend, and he knew the scenes and patterns of being a man clearly.

Before Peng Yuan could think about Rainbow Fart, Ding Jingyi's next sentence made Peng Yuan vigilant: "Even if this president is very interested in Ellowyn, and he is also very qualified and well-mannered, do you think that with our level of Africa, we will not be able to meet him?" Can you get this kind of person? If that's the case, why didn't he show up earlier, and reward you with 500 million for your official account?"

Peng Yuan patted Ding Jingyi: "Okay, okay, don't hate me anymore. My heart is broken when I mention being deflated. I thought it was a good thing, but it turned out to be a pit. Even SFU and Brother Yun were cheated. You Tell me what to do, huh."

Ding Jingyi pondered for a moment: "I can't see what this man wants to do, so I can only wait and see what happens. If there is a dark hole, he will definitely come to us, huh."

"Okay."

"You're in the wrong formation."

"Okay, huh."

115. Chapter 115

The two walked in the corridor for a while, and J University was much quieter as the holiday was approaching.Peng Yuan looked over the window and looked at the teaching building. The sky was clear and the glass shone with the faint light of a rainbow.

Peng Yuan squeezed Ding Jingyi's palm: "Do you still remember, when the world-destroying meteor fell, you rescued me there with double image magic?"

Ding Jingyi squeezed back: "Well, it's only been a little over half a year since our reunion, but the last meteor seems to have happened a long time ago. It's so long... like 1000 years ago."

"If meteors come later, what shall we do?"

Ding Jingyi opened a classroom door and leaned on the radiator: "Leaving aside the influence of historical records, do you still remember why we left Ellowyn 1000 years ago?"

Peng Yuan shook his head.

Ding Jingyi sighed: "You don't usually ask, and I really don't want to tell you. Because personal relationships will interfere with historical judgments, you hope to obtain all archaeological information through physical objects, but if you don't have it, you don't have it.

Even the only golden coffin can only be used as a reference for etiquette, which is far from the entire Ellowyn and the entire alien civilization you want. "

"Tell me..." Peng Yuan leaned against Ding Jingyi, "Some things are enough for only the two of us to know."

Ding Jingyi clasped her arms tightly: "Because the contradictions between the classical gods, the royal family, and human beings are irreconcilable, we are caught in the middle, and we are extremely sad, so sad that we can't live. You can make up your own mind and brew your emotions."

Because there are very few records of Ellowyn's political struggles, except for Prime Minister Gore's rebellion against Emperor Ain, there are almost no other records.Instead, what flashed through Peng Yuan's mind were all kinds of strange farces of the royal family during the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

Ding Jingyi added: "At that time, I wanted to change to another place and live a peaceful life. But because of our identities, the country needed us, and it was very difficult to leave our hometown.

With all kinds of desperation, it became this result: we left with dishonorable means, leaving a mess.But it seems that we are not as important as we think.Because after the chaos, Ellowyn still existed for 1000 years, but in the sky. "

"Then do you still want to go back?"

"Go back!" Ding Jingyi's voice rose an octave, "I've done enough for Ellowyn. I didn't become a wandering and happy prince when I was alive, and I didn't bring out my property when I died. Even the coffin There are no valuable burial objects in it. Why do you want to go back to the place you used to get rid of with death?"

The glass of the classroom shook.Peng Yuan hurriedly hugged Ding Jingyi in a small jump: "I won't go back, I won't go back."

Ding Jingyi is easy to coax. With such a hug, he calmed down and his voice became gentle again: "We agreed at that time that you would wake me up when you find a time suitable for living a peaceful life."

What he said was flat, but it sounded like a question to Peng Yuan: Can the life of being deflated every day, being beaten, and almost killed by Lenny be called a peaceful life?

Peng Yuan whimpered: "It's my fault..."

"I'm not saying you're not good, I'm not saying that this kind of ordinary life is not good..." Ding Jingyi didn't fully enter Peng Yuan's channel, but she also understood his self-blame, "I just think that I just want to be happy on my own. I don't want to do anything for a country or a civilization. But reincarnation is a technical job. If you live in a pragmatic family, you can't just enjoy it, you have to work.

But other imperial families always have something to enjoy.Others can enjoy lying down, but I can't, so I feel very wronged..."

When Ding Jingyi said this, he didn't say a word.Peng Yuan rubbed Ding Jingyi's hair and kissed him on the cheek.They embraced each other, enveloped in the gleam of the rainbow.

At this time, the mobile phone suddenly kept ringing, and Peng Yuan took it out to see that it was the class group that exploded.

Squad leader: "Ah Yuan, some people say that you are having sex with migrant workers upstairs in the storage room."

Peng Yuan flipped through the chat records and almost lost his temper.A photo of him and Ding Jingyi was posted in the group. In the photo, Ding Jingyi turned his back to the camera, with a green military coat attached to Peng Yuan's tanned face. It looked like a spliced ​​person with dislocated bodies.

This photo was probably taken by someone in the teaching building opposite.Peng Yuan hurriedly dragged Ding Jingyi to squat down next to the heater, so as not to add more fertilizer to the melon field.Going to school every day and thinking about Mission: Impossible is no one.

Peng Yuan replied to the photo: "Look carefully at that black face, I am a migrant worker. Good afternoon, schoolboy!"

This self-deprecating sentence filled the class group with a happy atmosphere.Peng Yuan thought that if he went out and moved casually, he would be devastated, he was simply amazed.

Fortunately, it's senior year, everyone is busy with their own affairs, and the memory of the class group is only about seven seconds.Things went as he wished, and the class group became quiet after posting a few emoticons.

At the same time, Hu Shunhua also sent a message: "President Dai and Mr. Li have chatted, and I would like to treat you to a meal."

Peng Yuan hurriedly raised the screen and brought it in front of Ding Jingyi: "The president of the listed group wants to treat us to dinner!"

Ding Jingyi was slightly surprised: "Ah, there must be something good to eat. It's just that the consumption level here is too low, and there are no stores with an average per capita of [-] yuan. What can the president buy?"

Peng Yuan rubbed his hands: "It's okay, we'll be done eating at [-] per person in a restaurant of [-] per capita. I regret that I didn't go out after a hungry meal in the morning..."

They eat hot pot with a budget of 2000 yuan.

Peng Yuan replied: "Where is it?"

"There is a Bentley downstairs with the license plate number Ji B16888. Mr. Dai and I are waiting for you there."

Peng Yuan smiled: "No, why did you also call Mr. Dai?"

Hu Shunhua returned the voice: "I asked Davis if he could call him 'Mr. Dai', because his name is too long... He thought it was more down-to-earth, so he agreed to call him that."

Peng Yuan thought that Davis must either have a very high emotional intelligence, or be a leader from the bottom, otherwise he would not be able to have such a natural easy-going.While thinking, he also went downstairs, and he arrived at the car in a short time.

Davis was in the driver's seat with the fox still around his neck.

Peng Yuan and Ding Jingyi looked at each other: what?Is this going to be driven by the president today?

"Well, this is not very good..." Peng Yuan scratched his head, "He is a foreign guest, so it is not good to let him drive? Shunhua, you have a driver's license, can you drive for a while. I will invite you later Have a meal."

The fox smiled: "I understood his meaning through both spells and foreign languages.