"Oh, Old Fan, look at what you said." Wang Weiguo laughed and said, "It seems like you have known it a long time ago. Hey, hey, old man, stop pretending, wake up! You are a stubborn person who has always claimed that the North-South Channel does not exist!"

Everyone else laughed. These two historical masters have long been accustomed to the normal state in the institute.

According to Mr. Fan's personality, he would definitely laugh it off at this time, but unexpectedly, Fan Zeng's expression suddenly became serious.

"Mobile phone, my phone!" He touched his body and realized that he had already put his phone outside before entering the dry well.

"Pretty, keep on pretending!" Wang Weiguo said with a smile: "Can you find any chat information you have known in your phone? "

Fan Zenger ignored him at all, but his expression was extremely serious, which made everyone around him feel something was wrong.

"What's wrong? This is?"

Lao Fan didn't answer, as if he was thinking about something, and soon a staff member took his cell phone intimately.

Fan Zeng quickly unlocked, opened the email address, and opened the paper that Lin Shuhang gave him.

After reading a few lines and confirming that there was no problem with his memory, he turned to Wang Weiguo and said, "There is no chat record, but there is a paper. Do you want to take a look?"

Wang Weiguo was stunned, while the other old men turned around curiously.

But after just reading a few lines, everyone was not calm.

Wang Weiguo was also shocked, and finally grabbed Lao Fan's mobile phone, checked and determined repeatedly when the paper was sent to his email.

"I just contacted our institute at 2:23 pm yesterday. We haven't even set off yet, let alone the investigation results, this..."

This article was written before the discovery of the "Zhennanmen Gate", and it was obviously not a copy of the information.

Imagination?

In archaeological research, you may be able to rely on imagination to understand the right and wrong, but if you want to say that everything is right, it will be difficult to explain it with "未" again.

Either I saw some ancient books that have never appeared in the world, or I analyzed everything through some of the smallest clues that no one else had noticed.

However, to achieve such meticulous observation and logical reasoning ability, even if Di Renjie is in a new life, he will feel ashamed of himself, and there is no coincidence at all.

They are all doing this, and they are very clear about these things.

Whether this paper is produced through research on ancient books, or is derived through actual analysis, or is really said to be purely imagined, its value is absolutely amazing!

If there is a Nobel Prize in History, it would be unreasonable not to judge him.

“…Who is this person? Your student?”

"I'm still a graduation thesis... Oh my God, this is not a graduation thesis. This thesis is more than enough to take the postgraduate entrance examination and do a doctorate!"

"The literary talent is also good, and the structure is very clear." This is Aiwujiwu: "With such detailed analysis and research, and with such amazing accuracy, this man is simply a genius!"

"Mr. Fan, how old are you, a student?"

All the national treasure-level experts were stunned and looked at Fan Zeng's questioning.

Fan Zeng laughed loudly and his face was flushed.

How do you say that? The disciple is promising and the master is shining!

"Take it here!" Lao Fan snatched his cell phone from Wang Weiguo and directly dialed Lin Shuhang's phone number.

Beep~beep~beep~

The national treasure experts waited with breath and concentrating, but no one answered until they automatically hung up.

"Cough..." Fan Zeng coughed dryly and called it again, but no one answered.

Looking at the eyes around him who were puzzled or questioned, Lao Fan had to laugh awkwardly and put away his phone: "...Ha! It must be because he was working on the paper yesterday, and he was too tired. He probably still fell asleep now! Call it later!"

"...Old Fan, it's three:30 p.m.."

"What's wrong at three at half past three?" Fan Zeng glared: "I wrote a good thing, and I was so excited that I didn't sleep all night. Can't I take a rest during the day today?"

After arguing with Wang Weiguo, Fan Zeng was overjoyed, but his stomach was a little angry.

He doesn't care much about reputation in the circle, but in front of these old friends, he took the initiative to call his students and didn't answer them, which is really a bit hurting his self-esteem.

It is rare that when Lao Wang was completely gone, he actually... this brat, what kind of plane is he doing!

My thoughts were getting on, and suddenly I saw a riot in the greenhouse.

Immediately afterwards, the shed cloth was suddenly lifted up, and several staff members in protective suits carried the other two unconscious and ran out: "Ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

The experts were slightly stunned. These staff members were all backbone of the research institute, with considerable archaeological experience, and there was no danger at the entrance of the tomb below, so how could something happen?

Could it be that the bottom collapsed? But I didn't hear any noise just now.

They all stood up. Before they could ask, a staff member in protective clothing had already rushing to them, and shouted in panic as he ran: "Old Fan, Mr. Wang! Something strange happened!"

……………………

Lin Shuhang was chatting with Lao Lin in the living room, but naturally he didn't hear the ringtone of the cell phone placed in the bedroom.

When Lao Lin heard his son's thoughts, he was a little silent.

Parents all want to give their children the best, let alone become a drag on them.

But his graduation thesis has been submitted, and the contract at No. 17 Middle School in C City has been agreed upon. Things seem to be a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed.

"Xiaohang, no matter what choice you make, your parents will definitely support you." Lao Lin said at the end: "It's great in City C. At least it's close to home, so you can come back on weekends, and your dad is content."

"Don't talk about taking out food. I know that your treatment is pretty good, but now that I have just joined the company, I have to build a good relationship with colleagues and have a good personal image. You have a lot of money to spend, so don't always think about sending money to us. Besides, your mother and I want to save money for you to marry a wife."

"This matter is settled so you don't mind, don't worry, your mother and I have been used to it for a long time. When we go out to exercise, we are healthier. We are so idle and uncomfortable when we stay at home."

"In this way, when your side stabilizes, your mother and I will first change to part-time jobs. We will only go to run around during the day and we won't have to go out sooner or later. You'll feel at ease."

"I will sign a contract the day after tomorrow and I will go to find a house tomorrow, right? Do I want me to accompany you?"

"Okay, they are so big. I believe you can take good care of yourself. I will give you ten thousand yuan in a while, and it is not enough to tell me at any time."

"If you rent a house, buy a formal suit, you should integrate into a unit. Don't search with your colleagues around you. You should eat, drink what you should drink, play what you should play, and play what you should play. You should be in a group. What's going on at work is different from what you do in academics and research in school..."

"Your mother won't talk for the time being, so as not to make a sad scene for you. Let me explain to her..." Lao Lin nagged for a long time, finally laughed and patted his son on the shoulder: "Do work hard when you go out, help the old Lin family to make a sigh of relief and make a comeback!"
Chapter completed!