Chapter 29 Minister, Please Come In

Wang Xiaoming carefully felt the feedback from the potion in his body. The digestion level was very low, so low that he could not tell how much potion he had digested.

It seems that the digestion of Sequence 8 potion is more difficult than Sequence 9.

However, the weak digestion of the potion also indirectly proved that his method of studying history to digest the potion was correct.

Wang Xiaoming's mind was racing. After confirming the digestion level of the potion, he raised the book in his hand again.

Time flew, and it was soon evening.

In one day, Wang Xiaoming had finished reading the entire "Overview of History". At this time, he was reading a "Records of the Grand Historian".

Since he gained the characteristics of sharp ears and eyes, his learning ability has been strengthened again. He usually feels that reading some advanced calculus is very simple, and now reading history books is even easier.

Seeing that it was getting late and he was a little hungry, Wang Xiaoming reluctantly put down the book in his hand and went out to eat with Li Jun.

Along the way, Wang Xiaoming found that there were more people on the road. Usually at this time, most people were still working in the laboratory, and few people could eat on time.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming didn't know that during the time he was reading, a piece of news had spread throughout the experimental base.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, Wang Xiaoming was even more stunned by the scene in front of him. The cafeteria that could seat hundreds of people had no empty seats, and many people were standing to eat. This was the first time he had seen such a scene in the experimental base for more than a year.

The cafeteria was bustling with people, and Wang Xiaoming simply walked to the stairs on the side to the second floor of the cafeteria. It was okay here, with fewer people and many empty seats.

Because most of the people who came to the second floor of the cafeteria to eat were the leaders of the base, and many base employees were reluctant to come to the second floor for fear of being seen by the leaders, so there were empty seats here.

When the two of them had finished their meals and were ready to sit down to eat, Wang Xiaoming saw two professors in charge of the laboratory.

One of them was Professor Liao who had sent him all the way to the laboratory the day before yesterday. He was not familiar with the other person. He only knew that his surname was Zhu and he was the professor who managed the No. 8 laboratory.

I saw the two of them, one after the other, enter the private room on the second floor, and I don’t know what they are going to do.

Wang Xiaoming sensed that something was going to happen. He was a little curious, so he took out his phone, opened Fetion, and immediately saw the top message in the group.

It turned out that the deputy director of the headquarters would come to the experimental base tomorrow to preside over the selection of the person in charge of the experimental base.

No wonder there was such a big commotion, it turned out that the leader was coming.

But it had nothing to do with me.

Wang Xiaoming turned off his phone and indulged in eating.

In the private room on the second floor,

there were not only Professor Liao and Professor Zhu, but also Professor Huang and Director Ma who was in charge of logistics.

The four people sat at different tables, and there was a good Maotai on the table. They raised their glasses and drank a few cups together before they started talking.

"I would like to congratulate Professor Liao on his promotion in advance," Director Ma, who had a long face and a black shirt, raised his glass and drank it all.

The professors present also cheered: "Congratulations to Professor Liao on his promotion."

"Everyone is too polite. This is not a sure thing, so we can't talk nonsense." Professor Liao explained with a smile on his face after drinking the wine in the glass.

Professor Liao's face was red, either because of the alcohol or because he was too excited.

"Professor Liao is too modest. He is our role model," said Director Ma, who raised another glass of wine. "In the future, we will rely on Professor Liao to take care of us at the base."

After that, Director Ma raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

In the past, because the experimental base belonged to the Interpol headquarters, the base was under the remote control of the headquarters, and the usual management fell into the hands of the base director.

For example, Wang Xiaoming held the title of laboratory director, but he didn't like to be in charge.

Usually, Director Ma, who was in charge of logistics, and Director Wei, who was in charge of security, discussed with several directors.

Now the headquarters is preparing to set up a position of person in charge at the experimental base. In the future, the base will have a new owner, and people like Director Ma will not be as useful as before.

So the quick-witted Director Ma met the motivated Professor Liao, and the two hit it off. Director Ma supported Professor Liao to take the position, and Professor Liao kept the power in Director Ma's hands.

The box was bustling, but the cafeteria was deserted. It was dark outside, and only the street lights provided a little light.

"Professor, are we going to the gym?" Li Jun was quite excited. He had just eaten and it was a good time to go there to digest his food.

"Forget it. I'm going to go back to the dormitory to read a book. If you want to exercise, go ahead." Wang Xiaoming refused.

Compared to exercise, he chose to read.

The Sequence Eight Fighting Scholar of the Caster Path is just a gift. No matter how well he exercises and how many fighting techniques he learns, it will not increase his potion digestion.

On the contrary, the potion he needs to digest is the Sequence Eight Archaeologist of the Craftsman Path. Fighting is just a snack to satisfy his cravings. Studying history is his staple food.

"Then I won't go either. I'll stay with the professor to protect you."

Li Jun did not choose to go to the gym by himself, because Wang Xiaoming's becoming a ghost rider at the base reminded him.

It made him realize that it was not 100% safe at the experimental base, and he felt relieved to stay with the professor.

The next day, Wang Xiaoming got up early.

The weather began to warm up, and he turned out last year's clothes and prepared to give them to the cleaner to wash later.

Li Jun woke up earlier. After becoming a ghost rider, it was difficult for him to get a good night's sleep.

Not long after, Wang Xiaoming received a notice to go to the conference room of the office building for a meeting.

He knew that this should be the meeting to select the person in charge of the experimental base.

When the two came to the conference room mentioned in the notice, they found that there were already quite a few people sitting inside.

They were all members of the base management, and the lowest-ranking person had more than a dozen people under him.

At this time, the deputy director of the headquarters had not arrived yet. The people in the conference room were divided into different small groups and began to discuss who would become the person in charge of the base.

Wang Xiaoming's arrival did not affect everyone. They just looked at the door and lowered their voices after finding that it was Wang Xiaoming. No one dared to come forward to talk.

Wang Xiaoming was not surprised to see this scene, and took Li Jun to find an empty seat to sit down.

There was a reason why these people did not dare to come forward. Wang Xiaoming's previous style of doing things was very ruthless, and he often measured a person's life by value.

Someone once wanted to get close to Wang Xiaoming, but he was locked in an observation room with Wang Xiaoming as an experimental subject and a ghost, which directly scared the other party to pee.

From then on, the leaders of the experimental base kept a distance from Wang Xiaoming.

Can't I hide if I can't afford to offend him?

"Who do you think will be the head of the base?"

"It should be Professor Liao. I saw that he has already made an agreement with several professors to let them choose him when nominating."

"And I heard that he has found a relationship with the headquarters. This time it is probably a sure thing."

"Oh my god, this person is too good at scheming," said a lot of voices at this point, "I thought Professor Wang would be the head."

"Impossible, Professor Wang is too cold and doesn't get along well with others. Who would choose him!" This person glanced at Wang Xiaoming and lowered his voice a lot.

Although the environment in the conference room was a bit noisy, Wang Xiaoming still heard a lot of conversations about him with his excellent five senses. Most people thought that he couldn't compete with Professor Liao.

He didn't care, just thought he was watching the fun.

These people didn't know that Wang Xiaoming had never thought about competing for the title of head.

Professor Liao cared about the head of the base, but Wang Xiaoming cared about the secret of the revival of the supernatural and digesting the magic potion as soon as possible. The two were not on the same channel.

Ding Ding Ding!

A person near the window suddenly knocked on the table hard: "Everyone, stop arguing. I just saw the deputy minister from the window!"

The next moment, the conference room was silent. Those who had gathered together to chat hurriedly dispersed and sat back in their seats.

Not long after, a flattering voice came from outside the door:

"Minister, please come in."