Chapter 6 006 Treating Everyone Equally Jiang Fuli Huh

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Bai Su was so angry that she laughed.

She knew who the person opposite was.

She pressed Jiang He's head. Did this Song think that she was jealous of Bai Shaoqi, so he deliberately took away the apprenticeship card?

"First of all, you have to make it clear that the apprenticeship card was left to me by my mother," Bai Su walked out of the library. She looked at the milk tea shop opposite, her slightly narrowed eyes were dark and deep, and there was a hint of rebellion in her clean and cold beauty. "Also, don't say that I took my things away--"

"Even if I burned them, what can you do?"

Song Min on the other end of the phone was stunned.

Bai Su lowered her head indifferently and hung up the phone with a "click".

After thinking about it, she blocked the person again.

This Song Min reminded her that the two of them were still engaged and had to find a chance to cancel it.

What bad luck.

Jiang He pulled the corner of her clothes.

Bai Di lowered his head, stretched out his hand and lazily pinched his cheek, his fingers were slender and as clear as cold jade: "You are still cute, tell me, what do you want to drink?"

Two minutes later.

Bai Di was queuing at the milk tea shop opposite. There was only one milk tea shop in this place. It was the time after work and school, and there were many people queuing.

Jiang He didn't like crowded places, so he squatted on the side of the road waiting for her.

For the first time in his life, he encountered a problem.

His good friend wanted to treat him to milk tea.

Of course, as a condition -

Jiang He poked the black watch on his right hand, and the watch immediately showed a suspended thin three-dimensional plane.

He opened WeChat, hesitated for a long time, clicked a line of words and sent it out -

[How to learn physics quickly]

**

Xiangcheng Center.

A Chinese-style single-family manor.

Several people were waiting on the roadside opposite.

"Dr. Gao, I didn't expect you to come to Xiangcheng. I just got the news yesterday." The well-dressed old man looked at the young man with an extremely polite attitude.

If there were other people from Xiangcheng here, they would be very surprised, because this old man is Ren Qian, the manager of Xiangcheng, who often appears in the news in Xiangcheng.

Dr. Gao is very young, not tall, and wears glasses on his nose.

Hearing this, he seemed to be waiting for something. He just glanced at Ren Qian and said "hmm" without saying much.

He is sought after wherever he goes, and Ren Qian's upward gaze is normal for him.

Ren Qian heard about Dr. Gao's schedule today and came to see him specially, "Dr. Gao, I have set up a table at Wanhe Building tonight. Do you have time?"

"Let's talk about it later." Dr. Gao frowned.

"Okay, just tell the teaching assistant when you have time," his answer was within Ren Qian's expectations. He came here just to make his presence known. "Then Dr. Gao, let's go first..." He

didn't finish his sentence.

"Swish."

A black car stopped at the entrance of the manor opposite.

Seeing the young man in a black T-shirt getting out of the car, Dr. Gao suddenly perked up. He stood up straight and strode towards the opposite side.

Seeing Dr. Gao's attitude, Ren Qian was stunned and looked across.

Who could make Dr. Gao wait here for two hours?

On the opposite side, Dr. Gao, wearing a research suit, squeezed to the gate of the manor. He followed the young man in a black T-shirt into the door with the pride of his age: "Mr. Jiang, you accepted other countries to join the CRFS, but rejected Country R, ​​just because you don't like the people of Country R. Don't you think it's too much of a joke to involve personal emotions in international cooperation?"

The assistant had just handed the letter in his hand to Jiang Fuli. Hearing this, he looked at this reckless warrior in shock.

Jiang Fuli took the letter and ignored him.

He continued to walk forward, and the bodyguard blocked Dr. Gao.

Dr. Gao took advantage of the bodyguard's negligence to break free from the restraint. He opened his mouth wide, and the assistant's eyes went dark. He felt something was wrong and was about to stop him!

However, Dr. Gao's next sentence had already come out. His sarcasm was mixed with anger: "Don't you remember that our school motto is that there are no national boundaries in scientific research? You have long forgotten your original intention!"

Silent

as a cicada! The scene was like being trapped in a snowy mountain at an altitude of 6,000 meters, with low pressure and biting cold wind!

Jiang Fuli finally stopped. He raised his hand to stop his men and looked down at the other party calmly: "Who are you?"

he asked.

Dr. Gao has been a genius since he was a child. He skipped grades all the way. At the age of 26, he returned from studying abroad in R country and participated in several research projects around the world. His teacher was just elected as an academician last year. It is not an exaggeration to describe him as a top gatekeeper in the academic circle.

His resume is also well-known in Jiangjing University, and all the deans in the school have to give him some face.

I didn't expect that Jiang Fuli didn't even have a name.

He opened his mouth, almost humiliatingly: "Gao Jiachen."

"Gao Jiachen," Jiang Fuli nodded. He had a pair of extremely light eyes, misty and cold, and his lips were also light. He asked calmly: "Why do you think I need to explain to you?" "

I..." Gao Jiachen's throat moved. He was dumbfounded as he had always been the center of attention. "But, you, you are like this. It's hard for me to convince you..."

Jiang Fuli interrupted him: "Do you think your conviction is important to me?"

Gao Jiachen was stunned. He didn't expect the legendary Jiang Fuli to have such a personality. "You..."

"But what you said makes sense. It's wrong to discriminate against them alone," Jiang Fuli folded the letter in his hand slowly, bent down, and elegantly put it into Gao Jiachen's pocket. He lowered his eyebrows and said coldly, "There is the contact information of the International League on the envelope. You are welcome to complain."

He stood up straight, dressed in black, lonely and cold, and strode into the house: "Write down his name. If there are any projects of mine in the future, I will block him forever."

The mobile phone in his pocket rang.

Jiang Fuli lowered his eyebrows. It was a person who never sent messages who sent him a message——

[How to learn physics quickly]

Jiang Fuli found a picture and sent it to him, tilting his head, "What is Jiang He doing?"

His men were always aware of Jiang He's news. "The young master is in the library, and Mr. Ming is following him."

Jiang Fuli's fingertips tapped the screen of his mobile phone carelessly. His nails were neatly trimmed, and the back of his hand was sickly pale, with blue veins faintly visible.

He nodded and said nothing more.

Behind him, Gao Jiachen looked at Jiang Fuli's back in horror. This time he was really anxious, "Young Master Jiang! Jiang..."

He wanted to catch up with Jiang Fuli, but if the bodyguard could let him succeed once more, he wouldn't have to show up in front of Jiang Fuli tomorrow.

Gao Jiachen was covered by the bodyguard's mouth and dragged out.

The assistant wrote down the man's name as if it was nothing unusual.

**

Outside.

Ren Qian and the Secretary-General were still on the side of the road. He watched Dr. Gao enter the manor and was quickly thrown out by the people inside.

"Get in the car." Ren Qian turned around before he saw Dr. Gao.

"Mr. Ren, who is that person?" The Secretary-General opened the door and let Ren Qian get in. He looked at the ancient building opposite and was shocked. He just heard Dr. Gao's "Young Master Jiang".

CRFS is a project of the dark matter collaboration group.

Jiang Jing chose the air-raid shelter left over from Xiangcheng as the basis for building the institute. 2,900 meters underground, it is the deepest dark matter institute in the world, and the supporting projects are being reviewed and accepted.

The confidentiality is high. As the highest manager of Xiangcheng, Ren Qian does not know the specific internal list.

He contacted Dr. Gao's assistant from an acquaintance.

"I don't know. The confidentiality level of the CRFS project is very high. The one inside..." Ren Qian thought for a moment, "His last name..." "

Dr. Gao calls him Young Master Jiang. His last name is Jiang..." The Secretary-General suddenly widened his eyes halfway through his words.

No wonder.

Ren Qian looked out the car window, his voice was far away, "You can contact Dr. Gao's teaching assistant tomorrow, I hope he didn't see us."

The secretary general was not sure whether Dr. Gao saw it or not.

If Dr. Gao knew that they saw each other's wolfish side, the matter of making friends would be uncertain.

"We'll see," Ren Qian sighed, thinking of another thing, "Why did Shao Rong suddenly ask for leave? He didn't even have time to meet Dr. Gao with me today."

"He went home," the secretary general lowered his head and flipped through the itinerary in the notebook, "Mr. Ji said to pick up Miss Wanxuan to see her grandfather."

Hearing this, Ren Qian did not express his opinion.

He didn't know much about the Ji family. The Ji family only appeared once at his daughter's wedding. He only cared about one thing: "Why go back at this time?"

In the past, they would only go back during the holidays.

Ji Shaorong is also an intellectual. Originally, I thought I would bring him here to communicate with Dr. Gao, but he asked for leave today.

Ren Qian was already dissatisfied with him, and now his expression became more indifferent.

"It seems that I heard that a niece came back."

"Yeah." Ren Qian stopped asking, he had no interest in the affairs of the Ji family.

The Ji family was too ordinary in their eyes.

The secretary-general smiled.

When Ren Jiawei, the only daughter of the Ren family, took a fancy to Ji Shaorong, a poor boy, no one in the Ren family from top to bottom agreed, as the difference in status was too great.

However, twenty years later, the Ji family has always been honest and obedient.

No one in the whole Xiangcheng even knew that Ji Shaorong, an ordinary poor boy from Qingshui Street, had successfully married into the Ren family.

Low-key and content.

He doesn't fight or compete, but he doesn't have much of a presence either.

**

Jiang He's here.

He squatted on the side of the road.

Jiang Fuli replied to the message very quickly: [Picture.JPG]

There was only one picture.

Jiang He clicked on it -

the cover of a book on physics at Jiangjing University that someone had participated in writing.

"..."

Bai Di came back and saw the blue fluorescent three-dimensional picture displayed on Jiang He's watch, and handed the milk tea to Jiang He: "What is it?"

She bought an extra-large cup, and Jiang He couldn't hold it with one hand, so he held it with both hands.

Bai Di lowered her eyebrows and saw the cover of a book...

"Physics at Jiangjing University".

"This book," Jiang He said slowly, with a reluctant expression, "is pretty good."

Bai Di nodded, took out her mobile phone to take a picture of the cover, but when she turned on the camera, she couldn't see the picture on the child's watch.

What kind of black technology is this? ?

The two were silent for a few seconds, then added each other on WeChat.

Finally, there was a seventh person on Jiang He's phone.

The two sat on the side of the road, staring at the passing cars.

"It's amazing," Bai Di put her hands on her knees, tapping her knees with her fingertips slowly, and her other long leg was casually bent: "I looked at the electrical system of the vehicle. The book said that when powered on, the magnetic field of its rotor can make the stator generate alternating current, but it's still amazing..."

Bai Di is interested in everything in modern times. She can imagine the electrical system with her eyes closed.

But she doesn't know the principle.

These two days, after finishing their studies every day, the two sat on the side of the road to watch the cars.

Jiang He held a milk tea and tilted his head to look at her.

"Okay," Bai Su glanced at WeChat. Grandpa asked her when she would be back. She inserted the straw into Jiang He's milk tea, stood up and patted his head, "I'm going back. See you tomorrow."

She got on the No. 12 bus.

Jiang He squatted where he was, holding the milk tea in both hands and drinking it, while looking up at the No. 12 bus shaking away.

A car stopped silently in front of him.

The door opened, and the man with a crew cut got out of the driver's seat. Jiang He climbed into the back seat and spoke while the man was fastening his seat belt for him: "Uncle Ming."

Ming Dongheng didn't expect him to take the initiative to speak. He couldn't show tenderness on his tough face: "What's wrong?"

Jiang He said slowly: "Can I go back with Sister Bai?"

Ming Dongheng: "?"

He had a blank expression: "...I'll ask the young master for you."

The question is, will taking you back scare her parents to death?

She was kind enough to take you out to play, so why did you repay her with hatred?

**

Qingshui Street, Ji Heng's home.

A middle-aged man stood in the yard, looking down at the brown, simple embroidery frame.

"Dad, you've been watching for half an hour," the girl in Xiangcheng Middle School uniform sitting at the stone table was playing with her mobile phone, looking very bored, "When are we going home?"

The man was wearing a black suit, and he didn't turn around when he heard it, "Wait for your cousin to come back."

"I just have a cousin?" Ren Wanxuan was surprised.

She had only been to the Ji family a few times since she was a child, and she didn't know much about the Ji family, but she remembered that there was only an uncle and a cousin.

"Well, you also have an aunt." Ji Shaorong said briefly.

The two were talking.

Ji Heng came out from inside, and he took out a small gift box for Ren Wanxuan.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Ren Wanxuan smiled sweetly, she reached out to take the gift box, and then casually put it on the stone table.

But she didn't care in her heart.

Her daily necessities were all customized by the Ren family. As the only daughter of the Ren family, every piece of clothing was customized by a well-known brand, but every time she came here, Ji Heng would make clothes for her.

Ren Wanxuan naturally looked down on it. Her mother asked someone to put the clothes in the warehouse after she took them back, and they were never worn once.

"Still no news about my little sister?" Ji Shaorong withdrew his eyes from the embroidery frame.

He frowned. He didn't know much about Ji Mulan. The other party had a proud personality since childhood and didn't get along well with him.

Ji Heng picked up the pipe, "No."

"I heard from my eldest brother that her daughter is going to transfer here?" Ji Shaorong stopped asking Ji Mulan about this.

"..."

Ren Wanxuan listened to the two people talking casually and got a general idea.

This relative is two years older than her and is now in the third year of high school.

She listened a little and didn't care. She picked up her phone and chatted with her friends for a while, raised her eyebrows -

[Senior brother, do you think...will she want to transfer here because she heard that my grandfather is Ren Qian? ]

She asked while typing.

Go to bed early after reading, good night~