Chapter 202: Chapter 202

Qi Ruwen immediately showed a ’I knew it’ expression.

Rong Zhi casually spun the stylus from his index finger to his little finger, glanced at his expression, and spoke calmly and indifferently: "What’s wrong?"

"Just curious," since he knew they were on the same side, Qi Ruwen relaxed a lot, with no one around, he dragged a chair over and sat down, asking mysteriously: "How long have you known Mr. Su?"

"Don’t laugh, huh, we’ve been around Mr. Su for quite a while, but we’ve never seen him give his personal items to anyone."

Rong Zhi heard a certain title in his speech, squinted slightly, and replied nonchalantly, "Not long, almost four months."

Qi Ruwen shook his head, full of disbelief.

Rong Zhi didn’t explain, her thoughts drifted to another matter.

Qi Ruwen and Qi Ruiqin are biological brothers, so... does he know that Qi Ruiqin is actually working for a big shot?

Also, why did he call Bai Su, Mr. Su?

The pen tip tapped on the tablet, she drew another line, looking at the completed design draft in the tablet, all quite straight but somewhat messy.

Research projects since entering the Mechanical Engineering Institute have been without any break.

Since Li Hao and the others left, Zhao Hecheng came up to the third floor the next day asking if she needed more people, Rong Zhi said no, and took on Li Hao and the others’ work herself. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel⸺fire.net

She is still busy with the drawing work in hand, yesterday’s piece looked increasingly messy to her, so she scrapped and redrew it.

The transparent smart glasses were placed aside, different from the model used in the Engineering College she had developed, she glanced at it during drawing gaps, somehow remembering the smart glasses that fell in the garden when she went to rescue Bai Su.

Unsure if anyone picked it up, those glasses were quite valuable, just with a broken frame, finding a professional to fix and resell it could fetch three million.

Thinking of this, Rong Zhi’s fingers tightened slightly, the gunshot wound at the corner of her eye suddenly ached faintly.

If she hadn’t acted quickly at the time, Bai Su’s gun wouldn’t have hit her eye corner, but rather her head.

She poked the screen, her eyes deep.

Jiang Gujun fiddled with the scattered parts on the table in front, assembling them piece by piece. Half an hour later, just as he was about to celebrate the freshly assembled frame, a ’plop’ sound scattered them all.

Clearly, it was easy to disassemble, why is it so hard to assemble back?!

"I can’t do it, Mr. Su, maybe you should try Old Fan, apart from programming he loves researching mechanics the most," Jiang Gujun sulkedly pushed the parts forward, took out his phone to message Old Fan, while his lips moved swiftly, "Or maybe try Mr. Rong; she knows this too!"

The indoors were heated very well, covered with a thick layer of wool carpet on the floor. Bai Su sat cross-legged, the white thread sweater he wore was somewhat loose, the neckline slantingly revealing a piece of cold white skin, fiddling with incense pills in the incense burner with interest.

Upon hearing, he lifted his lids indifferently, but Jiang Gujun inexplicably sensed disdain.

Is it fair to blame him for being out of his professional field?!

Bai Su used an incense spoon to poke the incense ash, poured another incense pill from the porcelain bottle, placing it on the side slide, the pill followed the carved path swiftly into the incense burner, the air gradually filling with a light scent of wood and agarwood.

Jiang Gujun quietly watched him play with the incense, pursed his lips, and chatted with Old Fan somewhat self-deprecatingly.

Old Fan: [What is this thing? You’ve torn it into pieces, what did it originally look like?]

Jiang Gujun picked a picture from the album and sent it over, taken when Bai Su picked up the smart glasses unexpectedly finding it useful now.

Old Fan’s nickname turned into typing mode, he waited a few minutes without receiving a message, and just as he was about to ask how Old Fan was doing, got a reply instead, with a somewhat surprised tone.

Old Fan: [Are you sure these glasses are picked up? This is Qianji Pavilion’s latest R611 model smart glasses, not yet launched!]

"Qianji Pavilion?" Jiang Gujun held the phone and exclaimed.

Qianji Pavilion’s international reputation is both righteous and evil, specializing in selling various information and tech products, weapons, etc., every member within the Pavilion is just like the Pavilion Master, addicted to .killing., yet still upholding the final shred of human conscience.

Their forces mainly are entrenched in A State, the Pavilion Master is reportedly a young boy, but no one has really seen him, under whom twelve gods, each manages the Pavilion’s forces within and beyond A State.

Jiang Gujun fiddled with the parts, thought for a moment, and simply sent Old Fan a WeChat message.