Great Power

The faint voice was dull and far away, but when it fell in Yuna's ear, I saw Yuna's hand pointing to the room, throwing a word out and ran away: "Don't come out inside—"

"Bang bang—"

When Zheng Jianguo was turning to enter the house, there were two more noises. The male policeman and the policeman who was examining the body turned around together, each took out their waist guns and ran away along the corridor. He also turned around and closed the door, and looked around. Pushing the two sofas in front of the dining table behind the door, the decision in my mind is how to move away: "Sure enough, it is free American shooting every day. Living in school is also a good choice?"

Closing the door and sitting on the sofa, Zheng Jianguo pricked his ears and heard that there was no more movement. Soon there was footsteps in the aisle outside the door, and Yuna's voice followed the knock on the door: "Zheng, it's okay, someone just now I fired my gun after getting drunk, and now I am subdued—"

Zheng Jianguoyuan opened the sofa and opened the door with his eyes open. Yuna shrugged and tore a page from the notepad in her hand and said: "It's all right now. This is my phone number. If you find out If someone treats you like the last time, call me and I will help you deal with it."

"OK!"

Subconsciously taking the note, Zheng Jianguo glanced at the numbers on it, and then raised his head, only to see the back of the distance. At this moment, the male policeman who had come with her quickly appeared in front of him and said, "Zheng, Yuna is still a newcomer. She is more jealous and hateful. If there is anything that offends you, please forgive me, then I won't bother you-should you go out?"

"Yes, I should go out half an hour ago."

Putting the note into his pocket, Zheng Jianguo looked at the Modu watch on his wrist, and saw Rebecca walking closer in the aisle, staring at him, and patrolling the faces of him and the police, and Zheng Jianguo also watched. The white tooth on the ground said: "There is something wrong with Kasana. When the police came to investigate, the two men knocked on the door with guns—"

"They won't have accomplices?"

Rebecca's face flashed in panic, Zheng Jianguo turned to look at the male policeman next to him, and the latter answered, "We will arrange a police car here. Don't open the sealed room inside. "

"Oh--"

The probe looked at the two seals hung on Kasanna's room, and Rebecca nodded and said with curiosity, "What happened to Kasanna? She was kidnapped?"

"Kasanna committed suicide, I should go now—"

Zheng Jianguo dropped the shocked Kasana and went to the room, took out the camera, and took the battery pack across the corpse in the doorway, brushed shoulders with the two policemen who came in, and entered the elevator, flashing in his mind. It was Yuna's one-shot shooting technique. Even the male policeman wanted to praise her, and she felt that this American lady was too hot.

I got out of the elevator and looked at the oncoming policeman in the aisle with a body bag in his hands. When Zheng Jianguo and the policeman passed by, he glanced at himself and nodded as if he had said hello and left the unit door.

In June, Boston finally felt like spring, but the wind was still cool in the morning and evening. Zheng Jianguo looked at the watch on his wrist and carefully stuffed the camera into the back seat in front of the black Plymouth sedan.

Since Fan Dailin left, he has started to learn to drive. Serena will let him practice for one hour during the day and one hour at night. So at this moment, Zheng Jianguo sits in the driving position and fastens the seat belt as he remembers. Start to drive out.

As the time enters June, Harvard Medical School is almost time for vacation. What the teachers teach is already finished. Most of the remaining courses at this time are summaries and reviews to prepare for the semester exam.

This point is almost the same as in China. Except for the difference in the weighting ratio of the scores, the examination before the end of the semester only accounts for 70% of the overall score, and the other 30% is evaluated by the completion of the usual classwork. , And eventually become the overall evaluation of this academic year.

Of course, there will be no specific differences in domestic scores at this point, but ABCD plus plus and minus signs form a more detailed scoring table than domestic good and bad, but this is similar to the score in Zheng Jianguo's view, with D- as The base is calculated by 8 points for each level, D+ is 24, C+ is 48, B+ is 72, and A+ is 96——

Driving out of Lighthouse Street, Zheng Jianguo did not drive directly south to the school. Instead, he turned a corner and ran to the gun shop called "So Big". After getting out of the car, he took out his driver's license and walked in. When the bell sounded, the two tall men inside looked over. He stared at the two of them to the counter and handed over the driver's license in his hand: "Boss, I want to apply for a bulletproof vest at home. I don’t know how much it costs?"

"Fill out the form—"

The tall boss took the driver's license and took a look, then put it in front of Zheng Jianguo and took out a signature plate from the side, and said: "You need to fill in the application form before ordering. The handling fee is five dollars. There will be a reply in about three weeks. ——"

"Thank you~"

Zheng Jianguo took the signature sheet and looked at it. The densely packed multiple-choice questions on it were covered with two A4 paper-sized papers, starting with the words of FBI. He picked up a pen and quickly filled it in, and then he touched five yuan ten in his pocket. Yuan’s US knife paid the handling fee, and then nodded at the boss with a bright smile: "I will come again on June 28 in three weeks."

"Okay, Zheng, you are welcome to go shopping, if you have a phone, I can notify you--"

The tall boss said in a gentle manner that Zheng Jianguo knew that he had recognized him. He immediately smiled and saw an old man's face appeared on the TV on the counter. His complexion was vicissitudes of life and his eyes were puffy and he said to the camera: "Harlan The Te family just made a wrong investment and was over-intervened by the state. This led to the Harrant family becoming the biggest victim of the silver crisis. It is well-known that many people have made fortunes. Hong Kong Island’s Fan, the Republic The Zheng of France, Serena of France, and countless small speculators who follow suit-this is unfair to the Harrant family."

As the old man’s voice called the name, photos of Fan Dailin, Zheng Jianguo, and Serena appeared on the TV. The man next to Zheng Jianguo who had not spoken quickly turned his head and looked at him, exclaiming: "You are Zheng? No wonder buying a body armor and keeping it at home—"

"Yes, I am Zheng, I didn't buy it because I had money."

Zheng Jianguo smiled stiffly and nodded. He found that both of them were looking up, and then he said: "Well, you should know it at noon. Sorry, goodbye, I have to go to school."

"Did something happen? Did you call the police?"

The boss's complexion changed slightly and he asked with concern, Zheng Jianguo nodded and said: "Yes, the police have already called the police. At that time, um, the police had already dealt with it. I think it's not too late. I hope it is not too late."

After leaving behind the idiom, Zheng Jianguo felt that it was not a problem to dress like this. Then he got in the car and started the car and turned into a cheap clothing store. Finally, he took a sweater and changed it in the car and went straight to the school. Later, I found two people standing at the entrance of the parking lot, and stopped the car. Seeing the two approached in front of him, Jiang Lu handed out the bag in his hand: "Brother Zhao has returned to China, Cheng Mi will arrange for me to send this to you. Jianguo, I heard that you are going to build a laboratory in China?"

"Yes, I have finished the arrangements."

Zheng Jianguo looked at the young man next to Jiang Lu, and saw that there was a smile on his face, he smiled and nodded as if he had seen him, and he took the bag from Jiang Lu and remembered what the brother said earlier: "Brother Zhao transferred back?"

"No, it's going back to China for business."

Jiang Lu subconsciously glanced at the young man next to him, and then continued to speak: "Jianguo, you have also met Mr. Blanco before. Brother Zhao will accompany him on the establishment of the Institute of Biological Laboratory of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. On inspection, the Rockefeller Foundation intends to help the Institute of Science to donate to build a biological laboratory. If it is only RMB, it would be okay to say, but we need to raise some foreign exchange by ourselves—"

"Okay, I will let someone contact Brother Zhao."

Zheng Jianguo nodded his head as an answer, and then saw Jiang Lu look dazed, but the young man next to him quickly said: "Okay, Jianguo, then if you have nothing to do, we will leave?"

"Well, Brother Jiang, slow down your journey."

When he glanced at the reporter who was moving towards him in the distance, Zheng Jianguo knew that there was nothing he could say. He didn't know if there were other people staring at him in the distance. He also watched the two nod their heads and then turned to leave. Then he carried the bag. When I got out of the parking lot, I was blocked by reporters: "Zheng, what did those two give you?"

"The family letter, the family letter is worth ten thousand dollars."

Zheng Jianguo was thinking that going on like this would be a waste of favor. After all, it would allow embassy staff to run errands. This is an act of taking advantage of the country, even without thinking about it, it would definitely provoke a lot of people.

Of course, these abdominal defamation can only be hidden in the stomach. If Zheng Jianguo refused before, he was asked about it, and he took this opportunity to complain: "China and the United States have established diplomatic relations for more than half a year, this email Direct mail has not yet been opened, and it is only when the trustee returns to the country. It was sent at the beginning of last month. It was not received until June. It took exactly one month—"

"Really? It hasn't been opened yet, this is quite a delay—"

The reporter was obviously a little surprised. After watching Zheng Jianguo's complaint, he changed the topic: "Zheng, in the morning Nelson Harland asked the Ministry of Finance for help to get rid of the silver crisis. Do you know that gold futures have risen? "

"Gold futures rose?"

Zheng Jianguo looked at the reporter with a bewildered look. He really didn't expect the increase so quickly: "Why?"

"Some analysts say that the unstable situation in the Middle East has caused the rise in oil prices and the rise in gold."

The reporter looked at Zheng Jianguo’s little face again, and quickly took a note before he wanted to speak, and another reporter rushed to his mouth and said: "Zheng, I just got news about the shooting in Beacon Street. You were late today than usual. In one hour, do you know about this? Is this related to you?"

"Well, I know about it, someone broke into my residence with a gun—"

Zheng Jianguo said without expression, the reporters all showed surprise: "Ah—"

"Fortunately, there were two police officers in my house at the time—"

Zheng Jianguo was talking as he walked. After a while, more and more reporters have mixed up. Someone has already asked, "What is the police officer looking for?"

"Kasanna, who rented with me, committed suicide today."

Zheng Jianguo said with a heavy expression that the reporters around him were shocked, but he continued without waiting for someone to speak, "I guess the reason may be related to the silver crisis, but the specific incident report is still based on the police report. Oh, everyone, don’t continue this topic—"

"Zheng, did you give a present for Camille Shields' birthday?"

At this time, a reporter yelled, and Zheng Jianguo turned his head to look at it and then said: "This, I really didn't expect it. If I want to come now, I was doing an environmental adaptability test, and you all know mine. The pressure of studying is relatively high. Medical English is still my shortcoming. Of course, there is pressure to be motivated. I feel that I am improving every day-oh, what is her birthday?"

"The 31st, 31st of last month, 31st of May."

Since arriving in the United States at the end of last year, Zheng Jianguo’s character has also been understood by most reporters, knowing that he does not dislike dealing with reporters like other Republicans. On the contrary, he is very talkative when facing reporters, as if facing Friends will say whatever they think of.

So when the reporters were digging up new reports on old topics, they confirmed the latest breaking news from his mouth. The roommate committed suicide because of the silver crisis and was blocked by a gunman, but soon Zheng Jianguo It means that when this topic is over, the reporters who are familiar with him know that they can’t talk anymore, and they quickly turn to a new topic: "Zheng, you will make Camille XI a heartbreak, she said you are like a friend. Know her, but you forgot her birthday—"

"Zheng, are you grateful for the suicide of your roommate? Thank you for quitting earlier?"

"Well, then I have to say a late birthday greeting to her?"

Ignoring the new faces who continued to entangle, Zheng Jianguo turned his head and spoke to a few familiar reporters: "This is really embarrassing. I said this after so many things happened this morning, Camille Xiaosi, I wish you Happy birthday, can you guys do this? Don’t report if I asked about birthdays earlier?"

"NO, Zheng, we are reporters, reporters of regular newspapers, not tabloids, your request is too much—"

"Yes, yes, we are observing the recorders, but not the participants—"

"We will post your late blessing in the newspaper--"

"Well, you are reporters and you are observer recorders, so you won't be able to collect it back. I will be here today, how about?

Zheng Jianguo stopped at the entrance of the education center to ask, and saw that most of the reporters around nodded, when a voice sounded: "Zheng, although your game is selling well, it did not save Fairchild Semiconductor. They It was sold to a French company yesterday—"

"Well, I know this."

Shrugging his shoulders, Zheng Jianguo glanced across the faces of the reporters and said, "Then according to the agreement between Fairchild Entertainment and I, the authorization of "Magic Cube" will be invalidated. You should know that I still own Activision games. One-seventh of the company’s shares-my game is a good game, right?"