After the new order was established, Xu Xuening received invitations from countless companies one day and realized that he had entered the academic field.
"Life is so unimaginable." She lay on the sofa, holding a thick blank notebook and sighed.
Xie Yan glanced at Xu Xuening, then lowered his head slightly to look at her belly, and sighed silently. Life remains unchanged.
Since the two got married, they only had Hai as their son. Wanting to add to the family as soon as possible, Xu's mother kept urging them to move on, even glancing at Xie Yan several times. That look was just short of asking him to see a men's hospital.
This is such an embarrassing and awkward topic.
"What's wrong with you?" As someone's husband, he asked with concern.
"Ah, haven't you noticed that our family has been having a lot of social engagements recently?" Xu Xuening raised the stack of invitations in her hand.
The various invitations specifically mentioned that Ms. Xu was invited to attend, while some subtly reminded people to bring Mrs. Xie. Without even looking at the invitations, Xie Yan knew what the other party's purpose was.
Ever since Xu Xuening followed Professor Yang to various parts of the country to collect mutant plants and successfully cultivated plants suitable for carrying and transporting into outer space.
Ever since the first mutant foxtail grass grew on James' planet, large orders have flown in to their planet.
The zombie virus and crystal core issues, which had originally received a large amount of funding, also saw a shift, with a considerable proportion of the funds allocated to the laboratories where Professor Yang and Xu Xuening were located for research.
Various leaders who had already smelled the business opportunity flocked to the scene and surrounded Professor Yang.
The old professor closed the door and refused to see anyone?
So what to do? Find connections. If the master is gone, it doesn’t matter, there are still apprentices.
They immediately changed their target and looked towards Xu Xuening. It was said that this person had been Professor Yang's apprentice for three years and was also a direct disciple.
It doesn't matter if they can't get into Huazhong University of Science and Technology. They have to get off work and go home after get off work! Can't they just go to their house?
Just like a groundhog, he opened up one path after another, thinking of ways to meet Xu Xuening.
As a result, the mailbox at Xie Yan's doorstep was filled with various invitations.
"Let me see, the Harem Hotel has invited you... I won't go!"
"Century Marriage Agency High-End Club Sincerely Invites You...They Are Blind!"
I scanned the invitations one by one, and except for fifteen more formal banquet invitations, I threw away all the rest of the weird party invitations.
"That's weird, don't they know we're married?" Xu Xuening looked at Xie Yan curiously. Impossible! When Xie Yan held his wedding, he informed everyone he could. There were few people who didn't know they were married!
"Forget it. The current household registration system is still collecting statistics. Regarding the marriage section, the new law is under study, so it's a tentative item. Besides, those people are like rats seeing a granary of rice when they see you. They don't care if you're married or not. If you like women, they'll make a harem for you!"
Xie Yan said coldly.
"Bah, it looks like I have some weird fetish there?" Xu Xuening glared at Xie Yan.
Looking at his wife's bright eyebrows and big eyes, he didn't even have a ripple. "Don't stare anymore. You already had double eyelids, and now your eyelids have become multiple layers. I wonder if you will need eyelid surgery in the future."
She stood there and blinked, not knowing whether to open her eyes or close them!
It’s all Xie Yan’s fault. As she said that, she swung her fist towards Xie Yan!
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After the new century began, almost everyone was reshuffled. Everyone worked hard to live and establish a regular life order as soon as possible in this chaotic world.
Whether it is a businessman who sees business opportunities or a teacher who teaches and educates people, they all begin to find their own position in this new world.
Various industries are desperate for talent, and with generous government subsidies, the streets are teeming with companies seeking jobs. Every company is eager to keep everyone who comes through, regardless of whether they're qualified or not. Those who can't do the job will learn, and the days of thousands seeking just one position are gone.
The most rare thing is that the ancient buildings that have been preserved for thousands of years have survived the battle intact.
On the one hand, the other party had no interest in destruction, but the main reason was that a new type of protective shield was used to preserve the entire ancient building complex.
The beggars who originally loved to gather at the foot of the city wall now nodded hurriedly when they met, greeted each other, and left quickly.
With work so easy these days, they'd be foolish not to seize the opportunity. As for their identities? That's fine. They'd already formed a private association and would get together from time to time.
"Old Liu, why are you bringing new people with you?" The old beggar saw his old friend walking as if his feet were on fire and quickly stopped him.
"What are you doing? I'm in a hurry to go to work." The man named Lao Liu was a little angry when he saw that he was stopped. When he saw that it was his former partner, he quickly slowed down.
"Hey, I'm telling you, why don't you bring your apprentice with you to work?" Haven't you heard that it's hard to find a job these days? Even a disabled person can find a few suitable positions now. Besides, the young man squatting in the corner of the city wall had both hands and feet, so he didn't look like he had any problems.
"Disciple? My disciple has already turned into a zombie." Old Liu looked at him suspiciously, "Are you mistaken?"
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