"Forget it, just this once, don't do it again."

Chen Feng decided to forgive her.

What else could he do if he didn't forgive her?

Beat her up?

"How stingy, only giving it to me once. What if someone else uses it up?"

Ou Qinglan still muttered unconvinced.

Chen Feng heard it clearly and could only sigh in his heart.

Everyone has different worldviews and different understandings of things, so it's really hard to explain.

"Who is that old guy with you? I think he's pretty strong. Why don't you do me a favor and make an appointment with him for me later?"

Ou Qinglan said puzzledly, "He poked your butt with a needle, and you still made an appointment with him? What's the point of making an appointment with him?"

Chen Feng took a deep breath, "The decisive battle at the top of Mount Huashan. Either he dies or I die!"

The sad and angry mood came again.

"How can you be so embarrassed?"

"Why not?"

"Uncle Dong Shan is over 170 years old, you want to fight with such an old man?"

"Huh? One hundred and seventy?"

After talking with Ou Qinglan about his cordial greetings to Mr. Dong Shan, Chen Feng completely gave up the idea of ​​revenge.

In the previous timelines, Chen Feng did not know about Ou Qinglan's colleagues in Xuanwu Academy.

But he was sure that there was no such person as Dong Shan before.

Because the life expectancy of scientific researchers in the past could not reach 170 years old.

Old man Dong should be his first time dealing with him.

The old man is the deputy leader of the project group that Ou Qinglan is in charge of.

On the surface, the old man is Ou Qinglan's assistant, but it does not mean that his knowledge is lower than Ou Qinglan's.

On the contrary, Old Man Dong is one of the thousands of remaining masters of knowledge in the world, that is, one of the master-level scholars.

He is knowledgeable, has many academic achievements, and has many disciples.

However, he has a strange personality and does not like to show up in public. In addition, he is interested in Ou Qinglan's project, so he simply becomes an assistant.

In the project team, Ou Qinglan's strengths are spirituality and quick thinking, which are the advantages brought to her by her youth.

Ou Qinglan is very talented, there is no doubt about that.

But her shortcomings are also obvious, too young, and although her basic knowledge is far better than Chen Feng, it is still a little short of the research she is engaged in.

Therefore, in the project team, Ou Qinglan was the team leader on the surface, responsible for leading the team forward, but it was old man Dong Shan who really promoted the project on a solid theoretical basis.

Facing such a highly respected but shameless old man, Chen Feng suddenly felt that revenge was hopeless and he was filled with sorrow.

Relying on his age to be disrespectful, shameful!

"Oh, forget it, let it be." Chen Feng sighed and jumped off the bed.

At this time, a voice sounded under his iron bed.

"A real man should stick to his word. We agreed that you are not allowed to hit me. I am recording it."

Chen Feng looked back and saw the wrinkled and sharp old face peeking out from under the white curtains of the hospital bed.

You are really amazing!

The three of them had dinner together. Chen Feng knew that during the time when he was unconscious, Old Man Dong had personally helped him to complete the formalities.

As an expert scholar, Chen Feng owns a villa for his private use in the eastern suburbs of Science City. It is very large, roughly equivalent to a multi-million dollar mansion in the United States at that time. What

Chen Feng needs to do now is to determine his research direction and project name, and choose which unit to affiliate with according to the project requirements.

Ou Qinglan suggested, "You don't have to go far away. You are seamlessly connected to my project team. I am short of people. Come and be my assistant."

Chen Feng looked at her expressionlessly, "Wake up, stop dreaming. Be more respectful to your teacher."

"You..." Ou Qinglan was so angry that she jumped to her feet because Chen Feng had taken revenge on her. "Then what do you want to do? If Sister Tianxin hadn't asked me to look after you when you went out, who would care about you!"

The old man Dong Shan opposite was also eating snacks while looking at Chen Feng with interest.

Chen Feng said truthfully, "I want to study the technological progress of the 21st century."

"What?"

Ou Qinglan and Dong Shan opened their mouths at the same time, stunned.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Feng asked in confusion.

Ou Qinglan covered her heart.

"The decisive battle is less than a year away, and you're going to study this? History? Are you sick?"

She was really angry.

When she first heard that Chen Feng was going to switch to scientific research, she was quite happy, and even enthusiastically asked Tang Tianxin to come and help.

Although she tried to ask Tang Tianxin about Chen Feng's intentions without success, she didn't take it seriously.

Anyway, with the amazing intuition that Chen Feng showed, no matter what he studied, it would always be useful.

Now that she knew what he was thinking, Ou Qinglan was lucky that she didn't collapse on the spot.

To give an example, what Chen Feng meant now is almost the same as a gifted nuclear physicist not engaging in military technology research and development at the beginning of World War II, but instead studying the eating, drinking, defecating and urinating of medieval Europeans.

This cannot be said to be a waste of resources, it is simply a crime!

Chen Feng knew that he had no way to explain to her, and he was too lazy to argue, "Don't bother me, I have made up my mind. Tang Tianxin didn't bother me, you are the only one who talks too much."

"No, you...how can you do this!" Ou Qinglan's fingers trembled, and the tutor port in her personal AI called up a summary of the data that Chen Feng had browsed recently.

It's really just those bits and pieces of worthless stuff in the history of technology in the 21st century.

What about the nano-process of silicon wafers, the signal transmission principle of 5g+ network, the advanced theory of ternary lithium battery...

What antiques are these! It's

too much.

Ou Qinglan was so angry, "I don't agree!"

Chen Feng: "Sorry, this is my business, it has nothing to do with you."

Ou Qinglan stood up and knocked over the chair behind her.

She turned around and wanted to leave, but after taking two steps, she turned back and glared at Chen Feng with tears in her eyes, "You disappoint me so much. I almost really admired you. I am ashamed of you!"

After that, she really walked away.

Chen Feng curled his lips and looked to the side, "Mr. Dong, your team leader has left."

Since they were not on the same page, there was no need to communicate any more. He thought that Mr. Dong probably wanted to persuade him, so he didn't want to talk anymore and simply ordered him to leave.

Old man Dong Shan squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Feng, as if he wanted to see through his eyes.

The ancients said that people become more and more evil as they get older, because they have seen too much of the world and the ways of the world, and they will inevitably become more experienced and insightful.

Dong Shan is 170 years old, the oldest person Chen Feng has ever seen.

His old eyes, which are not cloudy, really make Chen Feng feel uncomfortable.

"Okay, old man, just say whatever you want to say, don't look at me like that."

Dong Shan picked up the honey grapefruit tea next to him and took a sip. "I won't persuade you. I'll just help you analyze your case from a technical perspective."

Chen Feng waved his hand impatiently, "Come on, I know you all think it's meaningless. I'm too lazy to explain it to you."

"Little brother, let's not talk about meaning. I just want to tell you that you can't start this project."

"Why?"

"Because there is no research institute for you to rely on. The Institute of History is now very declining. The people who used to study history changed their careers about 10 to 20 years ago. The last batch of historians also changed projects in the past two days."

Chen Feng: "Ah?"

"The most important thing for human beings right now is to survive this disaster. Maybe when this is over, many people will be interested in history and value its value, but now, no one is studying it."

Chen Feng wondered, "Isn't the World Government collecting and transporting those historical sites?"

"Yes, the reason why they should be preserved as much as possible is because no one is studying them now."

Chen Feng was stunned.

"So, change your idea. If your project team can't recruit people, then it means that if there is only you, the project team will exist in name only. Even if you are Chen Feng, you are the spiritual leader of the intuitive school, others will not be willing to put down their own projects and come to you to do useless work."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows: "Intuitive school? What is it?"

"Don't count on those idiots with holes in their brains. Although they are foolishly promoting intuition like you, they are just using your specious intuitive deduction as methodology, and their research direction will not change."

Chen Feng ignored him, but started to inquire about the intuitive school on the spot.

Old man Dong next to him was still mumbling.

"It seems that you are still unconvinced. That's right, as a human being, you must work hard, otherwise you will not know what disappointment is."

Chen Feng also got up and left.

This old bastard has a really bad mouth.

Two days later, Chen Feng sat alone in the vast and empty campus of the Institute of History, where the wind blew away the fallen leaves and the ground was covered with weeds, and he fell into inexplicable melancholy.

Behind him were wildly growing green plants, wrapping him up in it, as if he was in nature.

In front of him was an office desk.

There was a sign on the desk.

"Recruitment Fair for the Research Group on Analysis of Technology Development in the 21st Century."

Next to the sign were exactly two hundred registration forms that he had printed out himself.

There were two hundred printed out, and two days later, there were still two hundred.

Two days have passed.

There really is not a single person who has registered.

Even though he moved his desk from the deserted office inside to the front door for the convenience of receiving guests, it was still deserted.

The wind picked up again, and Chen Feng felt a little cold.

He sneezed.

The dust that had accumulated on his desk in the past two days flew all over the sky.

He was not cold physically, but cold in his heart.

A uniformed guard walked in from outside the door.

"President Chen, let me put on more clothes for you."

Chen Feng's heart ached again.

The moment he set foot in the Institute of History, he, an expert "scholar", automatically became the president of the Institute of History.

Now he has only two soldiers under him.

The gatekeeper who brought him the clothes and another gatekeeper who was receiving basic military training in the Science City Guard.

Because all the scholars except him changed their jobs after completing the historical relics transportation work a few days ago.

It is said that the master scholar of the History Institute works as a meeting recorder in the Military Academy, and his profession is particularly suitable.

Chen Feng said, "Brother, don't be a gatekeeper anymore, come to my project team as deputy team leader."

The gatekeeper ran away without a trace.

"Dean Chen can't do it! I'll wait for Lao Li to come to take over, and I have to go to the training ground too!"

Dean Chen wiped the dust off his face.

More and more miserable.

This broken world is so real!

At this time, his personal communication system rang with a notification of an unknown letter.

He looked up.

Yes, another force in the Academy of Sciences has been persistently looking for him again.

The group of garbage mentioned by old man Dong Shan.

Members of the Intuitive School send him an invitation every day, hoping that he can attend the lectures of the Intuitive School, give a speech, and boost morale.

As the spiritual leader of this group of garbage, the newly appointed Dean of the Academy of History, Master Chen Feng, does not want to be the leader of the garbage.

But he is really about to catch a cold from being idle at the moment.

He stood up, stretched, and replied to the message.

"Notify everyone, I'll come and see the lecture tonight."

The other party replied immediately.

"Really?"

This time it was a voice message.

It sounded like a nice, familiar female voice.

Chen Feng remembered.

It was the long-haired girl he had met more than once in the School of Life Sciences.

Alas, she was so pretty and young, but she actually believed in my intuition school. What a pity.