A machine-like female voice came out, "Welcome to use this prop again, please enter the secret word."

Mr. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then frowned again.

Jianguo seems to have given no secret message...

If you can't get the secret word, you can only wait until the next dungeon to ask Jianguo. Then what's the point of buying green quality items now?

Mr. Zhao was in a very bad mood.

He gently placed the Miaomiao House on the table, looked at his colleagues and asked: "What kind of secret message do you think Jiang Jian will set?"

Everyone around looked at each other, how could they guess this!

"Jianguo handsome guy?" A man sitting at the door of the conference room raised his hand and asked.

Everyone around looked at him with contempt.

"Superficial! How could Jianguo set up such a childish secret language!" Mr. Zhao said this, but his fingers moved the small chimney again.

"Welcome to use this prop again, please enter the secret word."

"Jianguo handsome guy." Mr. Zhao repeated it without changing his expression.

--quiet

Miaomiaowu didn't respond. Everyone looked at Mr. Zhao with strange expressions, not expecting that he would really try such a childish secret language.

"What are you looking at! I just want you to give up and use actions to prove that this spell is wrong." Mr. Zhao also felt a little ashamed and quickly explained.

The others quickly lowered their heads. Mr. Zhao is the biggest person in this room, so he can just say whatever he says.

Next, a group of top leaders of the Chinese dynasty brainstormed and used the exhaustive method to experiment with possible secret words.

A group of people were thirsty, but this damn plastic toy remained motionless.

All I can say is that he is the number one player in the world, and even the secret words are elusive.

Cheng Ju, who was sitting in the back seat, was a little uneasy. He came to BJ on a business trip, and originally he was thinking of taking the latest flight back, but it turned out that the meeting didn't seem to be disbanded.

His daughter sent messages one after another, asking when her father would be back. This made Director Cheng even more anxious, and he even wanted to ask for leave and leave directly.

When he was having a meeting to discuss and comfort his daughter at the same time, Director Cheng's mind was a little confused. He subconsciously typed a line of text on the communication software:

[Dad has a wonderful house, what do you think its spell should be?]

After typing this line, he was stunned for a moment. Before he could withdraw the text, his daughter had already sent a four-second voice message.

This kind of fishing behavior made him very unaccustomed. He looked back at his colleagues around him, thinking about pressing and holding the voice to convert text to text to see what his daughter said.

--Ding

The phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from Wu Ting.

Director Cheng shook his hand and played out his daughter's voice message.

"Dad, I know, to summon the magic weapon Mickey Mouse, the spell is: Miska, Muska, Mickey Mouse~~~"

Director Cheng turned his head stiffly and looked around. The female colleagues around him all gave him aunty smiles.

"Lao Cheng, your child is so cute."

Director Cheng forced a smile and hoped that they would stop discussing this issue. Mr. Zhao's eyes in the distance began to look wrong.

He was also complaining about Wu Ting in his heart, why did the information come so coincidentally?

At this time, Mr. Zhao waved his hands to quiet the people around him. He drank some water to moisten his throat and looked at Director Cheng, "Comrade Cheng Jun, have you thought of anything?"

"No...no." Cheng Jun, who always showed a serious image, couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't tell his boss that he was trying to send a message to his daughter.

"I seemed to have heard some kind of spell just now. If you have any ideas, no matter what they are, please come forward and share them." Mr. Zhao said seriously.

Seeing Mr. Zhao say this, Cheng Jun had no choice but to walk to the front. The colleagues around him who knew what really happened couldn't help but snicker.

Mr. Zhao looked at Cheng Jun expectantly. He had always felt that this young man had great potential.

Cheng Jun never thought of making up a random spell to fool people, but this Mickey Mouse is too shameful, right?

Cheng Jun finally thought of a good idea.

He said shamelessly: "The valuable advice provided by my daughter, the secret words may be: Miska, Muska, Mickey Mouse."

"Wait a minute, what is it?" Mr. Zhao thought he had heard wrong. How could the always serious Cheng Jun have such an idea.

"Miska, Musca, Mickey Mouse..." Cheng Jun repeated it again, feeling that his face had become hot.

After this meeting is over, I might as well go back to my place to retire.

"How did you come up with this... strange secret language?" Zhao Laoxuan said the word "shame".

"My daughter came up with it." Cheng Jun quickly explained.

"Okay, if the secret message is correct, your daughter will come to work tomorrow." Mr. Zhao felt that the atmosphere in the conference room was a bit dull, so he joked with a smile.

Sure enough, everyone showed kind smiles and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

Mr. Zhao took a deep breath and repeated the secret words he just heard in a very unspeakable voice, "Miska...Muska..."

"Mickey Mouse." Cheng Jun reminded from the side.

"Mickey Mouse."

——Shua

Mr. Zhao disappeared in full view, and the others stood up suddenly. Having experienced singular point battles many times, they were still shocked by this sudden change.

——Shua

Mr. Zhao suddenly appeared in the conference room again, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

He patted Cheng Jun on the shoulder with a complicated expression and said earnestly: "Ask your daughter to report tomorrow."

At this point, this green-quality prop is completely under the control of the Celestial Empire. Apart from the extremely shameful secret words, there seems to be no shortcomings worth complaining about.

When he thought of having to shout "Miska, Musca, Mickey Mouse" every time he opened the Miaomiao House, Mr. Zhao felt mixed emotions.

"You all come in and take a look. This Jianguo has given us a big treasure." Mr. Zhao waved his hand and motioned for his colleagues to line up, and then stuffed them all into the Miaomiao House.

Cheng Jun stood at the back of the team, taking the opportunity to flip through his phone. He was a little curious as to why Wu Ting, who had always been able to handle problems alone, was sending text messages to him in this world.

The message was very short, but it also made Cheng Jun a little stunned.

[Zeng Jun is missing and cannot be located.]

Cheng Jun knew that he really had to go back early. The disappearance of an ability user was never a trivial matter.

Especially those with abilities who are still editing.

He sent back a message:

[You need to look for it on your own first, I’m in BJ now, try to get back as soon as possible!]

The message was sent successfully and Cheng Jun entered the Miaomiao House. Mr. Zhao waved his hand and he disappeared into the conference room like his colleagues.

——

After receiving the reply from Director Cheng, Wu Ting analyzed where Zeng Jun might go.

Because special people often encounter danger, sending secret codes to each other every day to confirm safety is what they must do.

It was also because of this that Wu Ting guessed that there was a problem with Zeng Jun.
Chapter completed!