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At the end of the story, the boy named Yuanluo fainted and fell into Ansheng's arms.
Xu Qingyuan's The Second Dream came to an abrupt end.
This boy gave Xu Qingyuan an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if they had met somewhere before.
The feeling was so strong, but if they had really met, why did she have no impression of it?
However, if there really is a friend who participated in the mermaid experiment ten years ago and is present in one's life, how could he not be aware of it?
Moreover, every time the dream of Xu Qingyuan wants to enlarge the image of the young man's face in his mind, that easily accessible face becomes unattainable, starts to blur, until he can no longer see the face of the young man clearly.
"Ding ding ding." The alarm clock rang.
For someone who goes to work with resentment, this old-fashioned explosive alarm clock has always been the most effective wake-up tool.
Xu Qingyuan A beautiful day turned sour when I saw Lin Moyu's message.
Xu Qingyuan Just turned on my electric toothbrush, switched on the Robot butler, and started making breakfast when I received a bombshell message from Lin Moyu.
"The director is back. I've already informed your uncle about the loss of seven security personnel. Good luck, brother."
For Xu Qingyuan, who had woken up early that morning, this was truly a bolt from the blue—his uncle, Xu Zhuolin, had returned.
No one wants to deal with him, mainly because his temper is too bad.
This underwater research institute was invested in by Xu Qingyuan's father's company over a decade ago. Since his uncle is the director, Xu Qingyuan always feels like he hasn't escaped the control of the Xu family.
From childhood to adulthood, whether it's at school or while traveling, there are always people watching him to some extent. This is simply because when he was very young, the family's nanny fed him spoiled food, which led to a long hospitalization. As a result, his busy parents always felt guilty and tried to make it up to him in every way possible.
Alright, I know what you're thinking.
Yes, that's right, I am Xu Qingyuan, the second generation of wealth. Well, strictly speaking, I am the nth generation of wealth. In my father's words, "There has never been a poor person in our family since my father's father's father."
Although this statement sounds arrogant, it is indeed a fact.
Having graduated from a prestigious school and worked at this research institute for over two years, I, Xu Qingyuan, am almost reaching my thirties.
Sigh, it's really sad to say, but I haven't had a girlfriend yet. I don't know where things went wrong. After all, I, Xu Qingyuan, am considered somewhat handsome. How come no one appreciates that?
At this moment, Xu Qingyuan was narcissistically gazing at the alloy glass door of the director's office, and reflected on the smooth convex surface was Xu Qingyuan's face.
"Come in." Accompanied by that familiar irritable voice, the slight curve at the corner of Xu Qingyuan's mouth instantly flattened.
Xu Zhuolin was organizing the materials he had brought back from the headquarters meeting when he saw his dull-witted nephew walk in.
Recalling the news he had seen a few days ago, about seven security personnel being swallowed whole by an unknown and bizarre creature due to the negligence of some laboratory staff, Xu Zhuolin felt a surge of anger.
"I only went to a meeting for less than ten days, and you caused such a big mess. Are you afraid that our Xu family won't make it to the center of attention?"
Xu Zhuolin picked up a stack of documents he had just organized and threw them at Xu Qingyuan.
In an instant, the white paper scattered and fluttered like falling butterflies, landing at Xu Qingyuan's feet.
"Hey, uncle, don't be angry. I know you're feeling really bad. I've already reflected on this matter. I do have a great responsibility, but for the mistakes that have already happened, instead of regretting, we should try to make up for the wrongdoing."
Xu Zhuolin gave a slight glance, no longer looking at Xu Qingyuan, and continued to tidy up his own things.
"You talk big, but why don't you tell me how you've made up for your mistakes."
Knowing Xu Zhuolin's temper, seeing him like this, most of the anger dissipated. After all, everyone who enters the research institute has signed a death agreement in advance, and their safety cannot be guaranteed.
If you are not prepared to sacrifice for scientific research, then don't sing the praises of justice here.
Xu Qingyuan smiled, stepped back with his right foot, squatted down, and began picking up the documents and pages scattered on the ground. "In addition to the insurance money stipulated in our research institute's agreement, I also provided an additional five million yuan in compensation to these families."
Xu Zhuolin On that aged face, there was a momentary pause in expression. With glasses on, without lifting his head, he asked in doubt, "Five million for seven people?"
Xu Qingyuan met Xu Zhuolin's gaze, shrugged, and raised an eyebrow, "How could that possibly be enough to silence them? It's five million for each person."
Xu Zhuolin sneered, "Hmph, all you can do is embezzle the inheritance your father left for you."
After finally picking up the scattered pages from the ground, Xu Qingyuan walked to the table, tidied up a bit, and prepared to put them back in place.
And at that moment, Xu Qingyuan's eyes swept over the top few lines of large characters, and in the prominent information of Yizhong, he found an incredible harvest.
"Cabin 12, Class S."
Compartment 12 is where Ansheng is located, and Rating is the danger rating for him.
The author has something to say: I'm sorry, these days I've been writing other articles and temporarily forgot about this book. Mainly because there are very few readers, I feel that it's because my writing is not very good, and I've thought about giving up. However, when I saw someone leaving a message for me in the comments section, I was deeply moved. As long as there is one reader following this article, I have the motivation to continue. Although I don't know why I can only see your messages in the background and not in the comments section, I am still very happy. Thank you for reading my book.
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