Chapter 169: Jianghu Night Rain Ten Years of Lights (2)

The Huaguo Research Institute’s email address has not been received since it was established.

After all, if there is any academic exchange or troubleshooting, the other party will send it directly to the personal mailbox of the favorite boss. And they probably don't need to worry about things that have nothing to do with academics.

If the institute was not equipped with administrative staff, Shen Minghuan's email would probably not even have a chance to be seen.

Xu Xiangdong sipped his milk tea and slowly sat down at his work station. He was surprised for a second when he saw the background prompt. He thought, could even the institute's mailbox receive spam?

He opened curiously.

【Job Application】

"Pfft -" Xu Xiangdong quickly turned his head to prevent the milk tea from spraying onto the computer. He looked at the mess on the ground and wanted to cry without tears.

A colleague on his lunch break looked up blankly: "Xiangdong, what's wrong?"

Xu Xiangdong pushed the milk tea away with lingering fear, and complained while cleaning up: "I don't know who is playing a prank and coming to our place to find a job."

The administrative staff of the institute are all specially dispatched by the state. As for the researchers? Either the country will send you an invitation after you have achieved results, or you will be recommended by your teacher because of your outstanding performance in school. In short, even cleaning is not open to outside recruitment.

My colleague didn’t expect something so outrageous, so he couldn’t help but laugh out loud: “Although our email address is public, someone actually checked it. Seeing how serious he is, Xiangdong, you Be merciful when writing a rejection letter.”

Xu Xiangdong clicked the mouse fiercely: "He actually attached a work. I want to see what makes him so confident - "Research Theory and Design Instructions for Cosmic Detectors", oh, I can understand this title. , how...huh?”

He suddenly froze.

Seeing him like this, his colleagues became even more curious and leaned their heads over, "What did you write...huh?"

The two looked at each other.

"...Xiangdong, can you understand?"

"can't read."

"How about... we find someone who can understand?"

"Good idea."

Half an hour later, Xu Xiangdong's desk was crowded with a bunch of white-haired researchers holding pens and papers with wild eyes.

I don’t know why they don’t open more computers.

*

In front of Shen Minghuan were two mobile phones belonging to the original owner. One was used before he quit the circle. I don’t know what the original owner’s intentions were. He didn’t delete or block anyone in it. He even kept all the chat records intact.

Another friend list is empty, except for a nearby restaurant owner and an aunt who works part-time. The original owner was a young man. It was certainly impossible for him to cook by himself for eight years, let alone clean up the room by himself.

Thanks to modern technology, when he doesn't want to eat takeout, he will send a message to his boss. Although the nearby small restaurant is not high-end, it can always make delicious home-cooked dishes.

Every day, hourly workers will come to clean the house. The original owner was always worried that he would be recognized if he was too famous, so he would hide in the study or the bedroom, so that the hourly worker worked for him for eight years and never saw him once.

Of these two mobile phones, one is the glorious past that he has cut clean, and the other is the daily necessities that he has to surrender to.

Shen Minghuan looked through the chat history.

Although he never received a reply, his brother still continued to send him messages every once in a while.

[Brother, I just heard my mother talking about you again. Can you go home and see me? We all miss you. 】

[Brother, it’s really difficult to manage the company. I was left to work overtime again today. 】

[Brother, Happy New Year, will you go home during the New Year? 】

[Brother, today is my birthday. 】

After looking at this string of "brother", Shen Minghuan almost didn't recognize these two words.

The original owner's last reply was eight years ago. He sent a message to his family members: "Don't look for me. Just treat me as dead." 】

This was said so harshly that his parents didn't know whether he said it out of anger or sincerity, so they were very frightened and did not dare to send any more messages to disturb him.

Only Shen Mingle could probably guess his brother's proud temperament, so he kept looking for opportunities to step up.

It's a pity that he still doesn't know his brother well enough, otherwise he should know that this kind of behavior of constantly mentioning the company is equivalent to showing off to his brother.

Shen Minghuan sighed, feeling that no matter what, he must have a blessing for his birthday.

He entered "Happy Birthday" seriously in the dialog box and was about to send it when he realized that he had received this message two days ago.

In two days, the cake went rancid.

Shen Minghuan: "..."

Definitely next time, definitely next year.

Shen Mingle, in a suit and ties, slumped on his chair tiredly, took out his mobile phone during a busy work break, and was racking his brains to think about what to send to his brother today, when he saw the text on the dialog box changed to "The other party is typing."

His eyes widened, and he sat up straight unconsciously. He even held his breath for a moment, fearing that if he moved a little louder, the scene in front of him would disappear like a dream.

But Shen Mingle held the phone and waited for a long time, until he was on the verge of suffocation and had to gasp for air. When the line above disappeared, he didn't see Shen Minghuan's reply.

Shen Mingle pursed her lips, feeling a little aggrieved and confused.

You were clearly planning to reply to him, why did you change your mind? Or... is it just a bug?

*

When Comrade Shen Mingle was angry, guests came to Shen Minghuan's small house.

The house is not big, but perhaps because only one person lives in it, it still seems empty. Looking in from the door, the living room is neatly furnished, as neat and cold as a hotel, and there seems to be not many traces of life left.

The curtains are made of soft gauze, swaying with the breeze. This place is far away from the downtown, and there are rolling green mountains outside the window.

A well-mannered young man with casual and loose clothes stood in the door and smiled gently, asking the guest why he visited.

Weird and harmonious.

A colleague pushed Xu Xiangdong, and Xu Xiangdong came back to his senses: "Hello, hello, we are... that, did you submit a resume yesterday?"

Xu Xiangdong, who squeezed through the single-plank bridge among thousands of troops, used to be very confident in his work ability, but he had to admit that this situation still posed a great test for him.

He tried to pretend to be a "□□" or "delivery man", and also announced with a somewhat proud tone that he was working on behalf of the country, but now he really didn't know what attitude he should use to introduce the institute. He couldn't really think of himself as an HR recruiting, right?

Recalling the professors' instructions yesterday, Xu Xiangdong couldn't help shuddering as he wished he could crush the words "This Shen Minghuan is very capable. No matter what the cost, he must be recruited into the institute!" into his ears.

Shen Minghuan looked at them in surprise, slightly sideways to invite them in: "Is the company's treatment so good? Do you come in person for the interview?"

Xu Xiangdong was choked and laughed dryly: "Not bad."

He also just knew that their company had such treatment for interviews.

Shen Minghuan sat upright on the sofa, a job seeker with a good attitude: "Interviewer, do you have any questions for me?"

Xu Xiangdong took out a recorder from his briefcase, a very uneasy interviewer: "Mr. Shen, do you mind if we record it?"

He didn't dare to record it secretly, first of all, it was illegal, and secondly, who knew if Shen Minghuan would find out, and if he found out, would he make a fuss.

All geniuses have some abilities that ordinary people can't imagine, and habits that normal people can't understand.

Shen Minghuan nodded in understanding and tolerance: "It's normal for big companies to have some special regulations, record it, I don't mind."

Xu Xiangdong was silent.

The handsome and outstanding young man answered seriously and seriously, his eyes were focused, as if every word came from the heart, and there was a kind of obedience that didn't match his age.

Xu Xiangdong thought that the so-called job application was just this person's bad taste. After all, geniuses have privileges. He has such knowledge, and the research institute is begging him to join, so what's the point of talking about an interview?

Throughout the ages, humans have had great yearning and curiosity for the stars and the universe, and are eager to understand the wider world beyond the blue sky. Looking at the world, China's technological level is already one of the best in the world, but it has only just taken a tentative step towards space.

According to several professors, if Shen Minghuan's cosmic detector can be made, it will be enough to promote the aviation industry for half a century. Xu Xiangdong doesn't know much about professional matters, but he knows what fifty years of science and technology represent in this era of rapid change.

The Institute can have such a unique status and can make the country pay so much attention, not because of the Institute itself, but because of the people in it. Shen Minghuan should know that even with just his design drawing, it is enough for the Institute to travel through mountains and rivers to put the olive branch into his hand.

Sending a resume can be understood as his humor, but now... he is still addicted to the game of finding a job, right?

This attitude, this expression, this tone, it's quite realistic.

No wonder he entered the entertainment industry back then.

Xu Xiangdong complained in his heart, but on the surface he had to cooperate with this strange and childish game. He forced a smile: "Mr. Shen, can I ask you why you applied for an art university?"

Such a private matter involving personal choice should not be questioned by the state, but Shen Minghuan made such a choice, which really makes people feel sorry.

To be able to achieve this, it is not only hard work, but also unparalleled talent! This talent was wasted for twelve years, and Xu Xiangdong felt heartbroken when he thought about it.

Yes, Shen Minghuan's identity information and personal experience have been checked over and over again.

Tracing back to the Shen family, as well as his friends and classmates, they have all been checked. The variety shows and dramas he has participated in, even the highlights have been turned out and watched frame by frame by a special person.

Even so, they still think Shen Minghuan is a very mysterious person, who seems to have many difficult puzzles.

Shen Minghuan pondered for a moment, his tone doubtful, and he seemed uncertain: "Maybe it's because of the dream?"

"Ah?" Xu Xiangdong was even more puzzled after hearing this, he humbly asked: "So you later quit the circle, is it because of a change of dream?"

"I don't know."

Xu Xiangdong immediately showed a look that was difficult to describe. He thought if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it. This answer is indeed a bit perfunctory.

Looking at Xu Xiangdong's expression of wanting to say something but not being able to, Shen Minghuan said frankly: "I have lost my memory."