Jiang Ke narrowed his eyes.

The next moment, the girl turned around and looked forward, with a slight smile on her lips.

It doesn't match her image at all.

"Ms. Jiang, see you tomorrow." The female employee said goodbye to the girl at the elevator door.

"goodbye."

The girl's voice is gentle and sweet.

Jiang Ke raised his eyebrows.

Like a cat's paw, it gently scratched the tip of my heart, feeling itchy.

The female employee turned around, noticed that Jiang Ke and the two were still there, nodded and said hello: "Mr. Jiang."

"Are you here to apply for a job?" Jiang Ke glanced at the elevator door.

"Yes." The female employee replied with admiration, "Dr. Turtle is a very excellent doctor. During the first meeting, he was spotted by Mr. Lu Qiong (qiong, second tone) Anlu, the special consultant of the Ninth Research Department, and was hired as an exception.

Already."

Very excellent.

Dr. Turtle.

She is so courageous.

Jiang Ke noticed the document in her hand and said: "Resume."

"oh."

Although the female employee was puzzled, she quickly took out her resume and handed it to Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke took the resume and glanced at it.

Name: Jiang Mo.

Age:23.

Education: PhD.

Look further down...

Good guy, he doesn't even dare to brag like that.

Seeing Jiang Ke frowning while staring at his resume, the female employee felt nervous and asked hesitantly: "Director Jiang, do you have any questions?"

"No."

Jiang Ke returned the resume.

The female employee lowered her head, said "Goodbye, Minister Jiang", and then hurried away.

——Who doesn’t know that the newly transferred minister is unkind?

"Master Jiang." Peng Ren scratched his head, with confusion on his face, "I feel like the person who applied for the job just now looks familiar."

Jiang Ke asked directly: "What is your education level?"

"Undergraduate."

Peng Ren lowered his head in shame.

——Okay, he is overly worried, and he does not deserve to know the twenty-three Dr. Turtle.

Jiang Ke suddenly started talking: "That funding application form."

"Hey," Peng Ren raised his head and hurriedly came over, his eyes bright, "Is it an antique instrument?"

"Give me another look when you go back." Jiang Ke nodded.

After saying that, he left.

"Oh, okay."

Peng Ren scratched his head in confusion.

——Hey, Mr. Jiang, who always talks about everything, why did he suddenly change his mind?

*

After walking out of the emo headquarters building, Mo Qing put the tiny Bluetooth headphones into his ears again.

Mo Qing said: "Hello."

Shen Qi asked: "Is everything going well?"

"It's over, I'll go to work next week."

"So fast?"

This kind of speed was something Shen Qi didn't expect.

Originally, Shen Qi wanted Mo Qing to give Mo Qing timely feedback during the interview and teach Mo Qing how to deal with the interviewer's questions, but Mo Qing hung up the phone as soon as the interview came.

Shen Qi had no hope.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qing received good news.

"Yeah." Mo Qing said calmly, "If you meet someone who knows the goods, let's do it in one go."

Lu Qiong'an.

Professor at Teijō University School of Medicine.

He is also a special consultant of emo.

It is said that he was in charge of the "Old Antique Instruments" project, so he was also on site when recruiting people. After chatting with her for a few questions, he quickly settled on her.

"oh."

Shen Qi didn't care about the process, only the results.

After a pause, Shen Qi said again: "I'll contact you later."

"Um."

Mo Qing agreed.

She asked Shen Qi to help with this and asked Shen Qi not to disclose the information. Shen Qi agreed, but there were conditions.

The condition is also simple - tell her the real-time progress.

She was simply interested in whether they could pull it off.

Mo Qing felt that if Shen Qi was also in the Imperial City, with her eagerness to try, she would definitely get involved personally.

…

In the afternoon, Mo Qing took a taxi back to the community.

As soon as he got off the car, Mo Qing met Wen Banling again.

Wen Banling walked past her as if there was no one around.

"Hello."

Mo Qing called him.

Wen Banling stopped, glanced left and right, and then continued walking forward.

With a hiss, Mo Qing kicked the gravel on the ground. The stone hit Wen Banling's knee. His knees softened and he immediately squatted down. He put his hand on the ground.

Taking a breath, Wen Banling turned back angrily: "Who is it? You——"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Wen Banling's eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if they were about to fall out.

He said quietly: "Fuck, you can't be..."

"It's me."

Mo Qing walked towards him and gave a positive answer.

"My mother!"

Wen Banling jumped up from the ground as if he had seen a ghost.

Then, he walked around Mo Qing with his eyes wide open, looking around and to the right, as if he had seen some kind of spectacle.

He muttered the word "hell".

He indeed looks exactly like Mo Qing.

However, their temperaments are completely different, so even if they look similar, they would not be considered the same person.

Wen Banling had no arrogance as captain of the second team, and asked like a curious baby: "How did you do it?"

Mo Qing looked at him sideways.

"How about it? I recommend you go to the Special Talent Department. They definitely need people like you." Wen Banling was a little excited when he thought about it, "Hey, the art of disguise!"
To be continued...