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430 time to force an apology

430 hours, forcing an apology

Qin Ting's mouth twitched. Should she tell Professor Lin clearly that she was married?

But when she thought of Professor Lin's appearance of being a scholar, but actually gossiping about good things, she got a headache. It was better not to tell Professor Lin about the marriage. Otherwise, he would definitely blame her for not even telling him about the marriage.

Then he took the opportunity to get angry and punish her.

Qin Ting sighed quietly, having an ignorant mentor was really nerve-wracking.

"Professor Zhou, you know that I am married, right?" She remembered clearly what she told Zhou Yongheng.

Zhou Yongheng pursed his lips and snorted coldly: "I know."

"so……"

Zhou Yongheng didn't wait for Qin Ting to finish speaking, and said: "Professor Lin asked me to contact you. If you have any dissatisfaction, just tell Professor Lin."

Qin Ting held her forehead, only focusing on Professor Lin's headache, and almost forgot that Zhou Yongheng also had a difficult temperament.

"Professor Zhou, I will not go that day." Qin Ting said firmly.

Zhou Yongheng was silent for a moment and said, "Well, I'll talk to Professor Lin."

"Wait!" Qin Ting stopped Zhou Yongheng before he hung up the phone, and said in a soft tone: "Forget it, I'll talk to Professor Lin myself. Professor Zhou, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Yeah." Zhou Yongheng's lips raised slightly and he hung up the phone with satisfaction.

When Zhou Yongheng hung up the phone, a student who was about to graduate happened to come over and ask about the topic of his thesis. Seeing that the professor he had followed for almost five years could actually smile, he was surprised and said immediately: "Professor Zhou, you seem to be in a good mood."

Zhou Yongheng immediately showed no expression on his face and said impatiently: "What's the matter?"

Seeing Zhou Yongheng's look, the student was immediately powerless. It had been five years and he had yet to please Professor Zhou. It was so sad that the student was dejected and began to ask questions.

After Qin Ting hung up Zhou Yongheng's phone, she hesitated and called Professor Lin. When Professor Lin saw that it was Qin Ting who was calling, his face immediately turned pale. The old professor had a habit of asking people to reply to him immediately when sending out emails.

It's not enough if it's meaningless. It's been almost 24 hours since Qin Ting received the email. Of course Professor Lin is not happy.

Before Professor Lin could get angry, Qin Ting smiled and said: "Hello, Professor Lin, I am Qin Ting."

"I thought you would never call your mentor again."

Teacher...

The corners of Qin Ting's mouth trembled slightly, and she continued to smile: "Professor Lin, I saw your invitation letter. I happen to have something to do that day, so I may not be able to go. I will visit you alone when I have time."

When Professor Lin heard this, he frowned and said, "It doesn't matter! Look at which day you have time, I'll ask them to change the day! Do you still have any questions?"

"……there is none left."

"Well, what day?"

Qin Ting raised her forehead and said, "You decide, I can do it any day."

Professor Lin immediately beamed, "Okay, see you then!"

Professor Lin had been bored for a long time and finally found something to do. Of course he enjoyed it. He immediately started to contact each other. He looked at the time and felt that starting after a week was too slow, so he decided to start as soon as possible. So Qin

When Ting received the invitation letter again, the time had changed to the day after tomorrow.

Qin Ting could only accept this change. But other students who attended the party, besides vomiting blood after seeing the time change, also had the same choice as Qin Ting. Who called their old professor, their mentor stubborn?

It's hard to deal with.

After two busy meetings, Qin Ting returned to the office. It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, a piece of news had spread to every corner of the Internet.

A memorial ceremony was held at the Golden Triangle. Representatives from Vietnam and the United States both came to the memorial service. It was originally an ordinary memorial service, but it became politically charged because of the forces involved.

Golden triangle.

He Liuyang himself also came to the memorial service. He Liuyang went out only after Wu Xiongming told He Liuyang that representatives from Vietnam and the United States had arrived.

Few people knew that the commander-in-chief of the Golden Triangle was also present today. He Liuyang was very low-key, and even his clothes had changed. Except for a few people who felt that this officer had a different temperament, he did not attract much attention.

Representatives from the United States and Vietnam came in at the same time. When they saw He Liuyang, they both thought he was an ordinary officer.

"Hello, please come this way." He Liuyang greeted him personally.

The two followed He Liuyang to the front of the mourning hall. When they were about to bow in mourning, He Liuyang stopped them.

The representatives from Yue Fang and Mi Fang frowned and looked at He Liuyang.

He Liuyang raised his hand, and Wu Xiongming and Zhang Dalong came over with incense and handed it to the Vietnamese and Mi representatives.

He Liuyang said: "According to the practice of our country, in order to show respect for the deceased, you must hold up incense and bow three times. For the sake of the peace of the deceased, I hope you can abide by this rule."

When the translator heard what He Liuyang said, he was stunned on the spot.

When did the Chinese official memorial service have this requirement?

What's more, the other party is a representative of the two countries, and the ones on the spiritual throne are just thirteen ordinary fishermen. Besides, this kind of ceremony of holding incense and bowing, even if it exists, should be used by the younger generation to pray for the elders, or to pray for forgiveness to the deceased!

"translate!"

The translator accompanying the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was immediately excited when the cold and stern voice shouted, and he quickly translated.

After hearing this, the people from Yue Fang and Mi Fang frowned and mumbled.

The translator said: "Chief, they said they have never heard of such a regulation in China."

He Liuyang said: "Just say, this is the custom of fishermen who go to sea, and they must do this, otherwise they can leave this memorial service." But by then, the people will spray them to death. At today's memorial service, He Liuyang has secretly

If you control the media, you also control the right to speak.

The Vietnamese personnel glanced at He Liuyang and saw that he had a cold expression and did not look like he was being trifled with. Considering that the Vietnamese side would have to negotiate with China later, they said a few words to the Mi side personnel. The Mi side personnel then

Nod in agreement.

In this way, everyone looked at the representatives from the Vietnamese and Mi sides, holding incense and respectfully bowing three times to the thirteen fishermen.

Seeing the actions of the representatives from Vietnam and the United States, all the Chinese people present unconsciously straightened their backs. Then, everyone bowed three times to the memorial tablets. Their death was a sacrifice of interests and rights, not for the country.

It's not for my family. All I can do is let them rest in peace as much as possible.

After everyone bowed, the media reporters present remembered that they wanted to focus on interviewing the person in charge of the memorial service. However, the young man just now was nowhere to be found. A reporter from hxs finally caught up with him and was about to take a photo.

Before the camera shutter was pressed, I was met with a pair of extremely cold eyes.

"Stop, no photography is allowed here!" Zhang Dalong and Wu Xiongming raised their hands to block the situation and spoke coldly.

The reporter reacted and wanted to take another photo, but only captured one figure.

By the time the news was spread back to the country, printed in print and presented to the public, it had become an ordinary memorial service. Except for the people present, all the various deeds in it were left to history. Maybe one day

, someone will dig it out, but now we have to keep it secret.


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