Chapter 171: Jianghu Night Rain Ten Years of Lights (4)

The old professors of the institute were eagerly waiting.

After all, who doesn't have one or two projects? Usually, 24 hours a day is not enough, so how can they have time to join in the fun? But now is different from the past. The theory of the times is in front of them. Who has the mood to take care of the crooked melons and cracked dates on their hands?

It was that the email and Shen Minghuan himself were quickly classified as major secrets by the state, which led to not many people waiting. Otherwise, probably all the staff of the entire institute would come to see what Shen Minghuan, who could write such things, looks like, and whether he has more than normal people.

As soon as Shen Minghuan was led in, he met several pairs of burning eyes: "..."

He tentatively stretched out his hand to say hello: "I am Shen Minghuan, a new employee, how are the professors?"

Xu Xiangdong thought that you really keep your personality in mind at all times.

The old man standing in the front held his hand and said with a smile: "Welcome, welcome, I am Gu Wangshu, you can just call me Gu Lao, you are really young."

In many cases, the "young" that the seniors say to the newcomers is not entirely a compliment. Being young means being immature and immature, but it is different in this industry. At least for Gu Wangshu, every syllable of praise in his words is sincere.

Shen Minghuan is only 28 years old, and he easily surpasses the achievements of others in their lifetime.

The people next to him can't wait to squeeze Gu Wangshu away, "Comrade Shen Minghuan, I finally meet you. My name is Song Yunshui, you can call me whatever you want."

The kind-hearted old man at the edge seemed to feel that his colleagues' performance was very shameful. He glared at them with a scolding look and said kindly: "My name is Zhai Yan. If you don't mind, you can call me grandma."

Shen Minghuan greeted them obediently: "Old Gu, Old Song, Grandma Zhai."

The scene was a little awkward after the initial greetings.

Although the professors didn't know Shen Minghuan as well as Xu Xiangdong, they still knew that the person in front of them had lost his memory.

He was more or less a patient. It was late today and Shen Minghuan had just arrived. Logically, he should have been sent back to rest earlier. But it was hard for them to say this. They had hardly slept since yesterday. When they closed their eyes, their minds were full of cosmic detection theories.

If the doubts in their hearts could not be solved, today would surely be another day of poor sleep.

Seeing their hesitant expressions, Shen Minghuan said sympathetically, "Why don't we start working now?"

The professors struggled for a second and decided to follow their own hearts. They smiled and said, "Okay, okay."

"Now?" Xu Xiangdong looked at the physical examination report in his hand with embarrassment. It was time for dinner. Should he be tough and drag the person away?

Professor Zhai carefully noticed Xu Xiangdong's actions and decided: "Let's eat first and talk while eating."

It is a very painful thing for ordinary people to have professors talking while eating, but fortunately Comrade Xu Xiangdong has enough experience. He ate his meal and tried to clear his mind, not to embarrass himself by thinking about the professional discussions that were going on around him.

When he went to get the second bowl, he found that the conversation pattern had changed.

It became Shen Minghuan who was talking alone, and the other three were listening. Although Comrade Xu still didn't understand the content, it didn't prevent him from being amazed by the scene.

Their company has made progress, and they have recruited a great boss.

"So that's how it is. No wonder I failed in the last experiment. It turns out that the fusion of x-on:%jk and & # dp can produce this kind of reaction."

"Minghuan, what's wrong with your brain? This question has troubled me for two months."

"I can't wait to see the effect of the space probe."

In just one meal, they changed their name from "Comrade Shen Xiao" to "Minghuan".

Since meeting Shen Minghuan, Professor Gu's smile has never faded: "Minghuan, how did you think of making a space probe? Is it just a sudden impulse?"

They originally thought that the email written by Shen Minghuan was the result of his accumulation in the past 28 years, but now they found that Shen Minghuan has dabbled in almost all fields, and his level is not low. His mind is filled with a lot of fantastic ideas that can be realized. Without the space probe, there will be intercontinental missiles, biochips, smart nanny robots...

Shen Minghuan has a lot of technologies that can greatly enhance the country's military strength or quickly improve people's livelihood. Professor Gu is very curious why this person's first goal is to look at the universe.

Shen Minghuan said seriously: "I think there are aliens."

The professors were amused by his expression and laughed in unison.

The universe is so vast and mysterious that anything can happen, but humans are so small that we need to work hard for countless generations to increase the chance of encountering a beautiful one.

——Outside the earth is the solar system, and outside the solar system is the Milky Way. I haven't even figured out where I stand yet. The fact that aliens are too far away.

The system showed up again to show off its understanding of Shen Minghuan: [Host, do you suspect that the Movie Emperor System is related to aliens? ]

Shen Minghuan took a bite of the chicken leg: [Be bold and change "suspect" to "certain". ]

Either this so-called Movie Emperor System is an alien, or it is the technological achievement of aliens. It's a pity that he hasn't seen it yet, so he can't be sure whether it is a new form of life.

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Wen Jianyan received a salary of 500 yuan from the group leader.

Because of his outstanding professional ability, he was able to have one line in the role he received today, playing the role of a beggar in a ruined temple.

A beggar spends half his life in a state of confusion. He wakes up to beg for money, buys some food when he gets it, and goes hungry when he doesn't get it. This goes on day after day.

That day when he was sleeping, a dazzling sword light flashed across his eyelids. He woke up and found that the son of the leader of the martial arts alliance was having a sword duel with someone. There was also a graceful beauty waiting on the roof nearby.

The beggar had heard many times about the handsome deeds of the son of the martial arts leader.

"What a pleasure," he said.

He died after saying this.

The martial arts practitioner's internal energy surges and scatters in all directions with the light of the sword, and the beggar dies from accidental injuries.

The five hundred yuan also included a red envelope for him playing "Dead Man".

Wen Jianyan put the money away. If he saved it, the money might be enough for him to live for a month. He doesn't get roles like this every time. Not surprisingly, this may be his biggest income in a long time.

Although it may only be shown for a few seconds in the end, Wen Jianyan can confidently say that he has never been sorry for any role he has played, even if it is just a background panel in the play to make up the number of people.

If you don't really like acting, who would be willing to do this kind of hard work and earn a meager salary just to survive?

Wen Jianyan was suddenly in a trance, inexplicably thinking of Shen Minghuan, his former friend, the person he thought would always walk side by side on the road of being an actor.

However, he quickly showed a sarcastic smile - What is a dream that can be given up so easily?

Who is a good friend if he can use the other person as a stepping stone without hesitation?

[Host, let me remind you, there are still thirty minutes to complete the task, and there will be penalties for failing the task. ]

Wen Jianyan's expression remained unchanged, he said farewell to the people around him calmly, and then walked back to the house he rented nearby.

The house was small, dark and damp, and there wasn't much room for a small bed.

The phone in his pocket rang as soon as he closed the door. Wen Jianyan took it out and looked at the name of the contact, and smiled involuntarily.

——He was not so happy when he received his salary just now.

"In short, do you have time to come out for dinner?"

Wen Jianyan said helplessly: "Brother Zhou, it's not easy for you to make money. Just keep the flowers for yourself. I took on more group acting roles today and I just got a generous salary."

The man's voice was gentle. He could actually guess that the so-called "generous salary" might not be much, but he did not show any mercy: "Then I will go see you tomorrow? We haven't seen each other for a long time. You still live in the previous one." place?"

"It's really unnecessary." Wen Jianyan didn't want to show his embarrassment to those people. It wasn't that he felt it was a shame, but he was afraid that they would worry and find ways to supplement him. "I still have work tomorrow, Brother Zhou. , you won’t be able to see me even if you come here.”

Qi Yunzhou sighed helplessly: "Okay, then you take care of yourself."

He thought deeply and said: "In short, if there is need, you must ask, don't feel embarrassed, we are brothers."

Qi Yunzhou has always been reserved, and with his particularly reserved expression of emotions, this sentence is already very straightforward and passionate.

Wen Jian said with a smile: "How could I be polite to you..."

[Mission failed, punishment begins, countdown: 00:00:59]

A severe pain seemed to spread through every blood vessel in his body and throughout his limbs. Wen Jianyan leaned against the wall, barely holding himself up from falling.

His voice didn't change at all: "Brother Zhou, I have something to do here. I'll hang up now. We'll chat on WeChat later."

Qi Yunzhou did not raise any suspicion: "Okay, you go and do your work first."

When he saw that the call page had hung up, Wen Jianyan finally couldn't help but huddled on the ground. The hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, his face was pale, and his body was trembling slightly from pain.

He bit his sleeve skillfully, refusing to let out a cry of pain.

Ever since the first time he had no experience and bit his lower lip until it bled, he had tried his best to avoid hurting himself. It's just that the pain makes me unable to think, and sometimes it bites my arm.

It doesn't matter, he is an actor, as long as it doesn't hurt his face.

The "ding-dong" sound of his cell phone brought him back to his chaotic mind.

Wen Jianyan reluctantly opened her eyes and saw a new message from their group popping up on the screen.

[Brother, give me a hug (5)]

[Guan Yang: Listen, listen, the song I just composed will only be performed once! 】

[Guan Yang: That is to say, you are my brothers, and I won’t listen to other people. 】

[Guanyang: (share file)]

[Chu He:...]

[Lin Jiashu: Oh my ears, Guanyang, I will kill you! I was wearing headphones and the volume was turned up to the maximum, and I was almost sent away by your suona! 】

[Chu He:...]

[Qi Yunzhou: Fortunately, I haven’t clicked it yet. 】

This minute seemed as long as a century. Wen Jianyan lay on the ground for a long time and then reached out to pick up the phone.

There were dozens of messages in the group. He clicked on the file and listened quietly.

[Wen Jianyan: It actually sounds pretty good. 】

[Chuhe:? 】

[Lin Jiashu: Brother Yan, what stimulated you? 】

[Guan Yang: Lin Jiashu, you are farting. My works just sound great, but Brother Yan has a good vision. 】