The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 118: Square and upright
"What do you mean?" Liu Sheng didn't quite understand.

Su Yanjun wanted to continue talking, but suddenly saw someone coming from the back hall, so he quickly stopped talking.

Liu Sheng noticed her look and looked back in confusion, only to see a short and fat middle-aged man standing in the hall.

"Uncle Zhao." Su Yanjun recognized the man.

"Miss Su." Zhao Bo nodded slightly to Su Yanjun, then turned to Liu Sheng and said, "Liu Menshi, please follow me. Fangyuan is looking for you."

It seems that Zhao Boying is Fang Yuanzheng's attendant and is highly respected, so he is indifferent to Su Yanjun, who is a relative of his.

However, what was strange was that he was extremely respectful to a small doorman like Liu Sheng.

It seems that Fang Yuanzheng's decision to look for her might be related to the Honghu Project, and then she thinks about what Su Yanjun just said.

[Hmm... I'm afraid...]

Liu Sheng and the others all had some guesses in their minds.

Liu Sheng glanced at Su Yanjun, but saw that she lowered her head and did not dare to look at him, and he understood.

"Please come in." Zhao Bo said, his words calmly, but with a hint of strong urging.

"it is good."

Liu Sheng responded and followed Zhao Bo through the Wanshi Hall and into the weaving house.

Uncle Zhao took Liu Sheng along the way. Occasionally, when they met someone else, they would greet Uncle Zhao politely, and then look at Liu Sheng strangely.

Everyone in the Weaving Institute went in and out of the Wanshi Hall every day. Now they were familiar with Liu Sheng's appearance, so they were naturally curious about why Fang Yuanzheng would summon such a small doorman.

After many twists and turns, we finally arrived.

The office of the director of Qinghe Weaving Institute was not built on a hill like the Lixian Weaving Institute. Instead, it was located in the center of the weaving institute, which was convenient for official exchanges. It was plain and simple, and there was not even a plaque on the door.

It can be seen that Fang Yuanzheng's approach is indeed as simple and pragmatic as the rumors say.

Zhao Bo brought Liu Sheng to the door, knocked on it, and announced, "Director, Liu the Gatekeeper is here."

A deep voice sounded: "Let her in quickly."

"Yes."

Before entering the door, Zhao Bo could see Liu Sheng's trepidation and whispered, "Don't worry, Liu Menshi, I wish you a promotion in advance."

Liu Sheng remained silent and stepped into the room.

The rooms in Fangyuanzheng are the same inside and outside, simple and without any unnecessary decorations.

The same is true of Fang Yuanzheng himself, a middle-aged man with simple appearance and clothing.

It was a look that Liu Sheng would never remember if he saw her outside.

At this moment, he was sitting behind a pile of documents on the desk, writing attentively. He put down his pen and smiled warmly when he saw her come in.

"Miss Liu, please take a seat."

For some reason he didn't call her by her title, but just pointed to the chair opposite the desk and asked her to sit down.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any tea sets here, so I can only ask you to drink some water."

As he spoke, Fang Yuanzheng personally poured Liu Sheng a glass of water.

Liu Sheng did not refuse and just watched quietly.

"Miss Liu, it is indeed my fault. I was so busy with official duties that I didn't pay attention to the personnel matters, which led to such a big oversight."

Fang Yuanzheng didn't care about Liu Sheng's cold attitude. He slapped his thigh, his face full of grief, as if he had lost money.

"I really didn't expect that group of people would be so blind as to allow a talent like Miss Liu to work as a doorman at Wanshi Hall!"

"The doorman is also very good, serving the people." Liu Sheng said.

"Yes, yes, yes." Fang Yuanzheng said hurriedly, "But it's really a waste of Miss Liu's talent!"

"You may not know yet, but the June issue of "Cultivation Theory" is about to be published, and your article is published as the first one!" Fang Yuanzheng took out a brand new "Cultivation Theory" and placed it in front of Liu Sheng.

Liu Sheng opened it and saw that her article "Breadth and Depth: Research on Technical Improvement of Strange Object Analyzers" was indeed placed on the first page.

"This is the advance print version I got in advance. I'm giving it to you as a souvenir." Fang Yuanzheng looked very proud, thinking that this must be of great significance to Liu Sheng.

"Thank you." Liu Sheng nodded and accepted it.

Fang Yuanzheng's kind smile bloomed like a chrysanthemum, but his eyes were narrowed and there was no smile.

"But Miss Liu is really too low-key. Why didn't she tell the institute? If Editor-in-Chief Mei hadn't asked, I wouldn't have known that there was such a talent in Qinghe Weaving Institute!"

[Pretend! Keep pretending! ]

[I'm just testing this! ]

[If it weren’t for Miss Wen’s advice, I would have almost believed it. ]

[Can you please act better when you are smiling from the outside? I feel so sorry for the audience.]

Liu Sheng naturally did not show any abnormality. His mind was in turmoil, but he simply said, "After all, I don't know if I can pass, so I dare not say more."

"You are too modest. You really are too modest. Miss Liu has such talent. There is really no need to be so modest." Fang Yuanzheng laughed.

"Analysis of strange objects has always been a top priority for the court. His Majesty has been suffering from the lack of breakthroughs in the analysis of strange objects for a long time. Now that he has received Miss Liu's article, he can be said to be very pleased!"

Fang Yuan was laughing, but when he saw that Liu Sheng didn't react, he stopped laughing awkwardly.

There was a moment of silence, and the two looked at each other.

Liu Sheng didn't say anything, wanting to see what Fang Yuanzheng had to say.

Fang Yuanzheng remained silent, thinking about how to start the conversation.

It was a bit difficult to speak to a twenty-year-old girl who was indeed very talented.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Yuanzheng took the initiative to say, "Ahem, I see you asked Master Zhang Chunxue to recommend you to the Honghu Project, didn't you?"

[After going around in circles, are we finally getting to the point? ]

[I'm tired from listening to this, so I just played some Go. 】

[I bet he will go around again. If I lose, I will lose a hair.]

[If you lose your hair, isn't that me losing my hair? 】

Liu Sheng stroked his hair and nodded without comment: "Yes, Fang Yuanzheng. But is there any problem?"

Fang Yuanzheng was waiting for Liu Sheng to say this. He slapped his thigh and said with a look of regret: "Oh, this is a big problem!"

"You don't know that this Honghu Project is different from the one hundreds of years ago during the reign of Emperor Mingyuan, when everyone could participate. In order to prevent the National Academy from expanding, a recommendation system is implemented, with all levels of organizations in the Tang Empire recommending talents to participate."

"So, even though you have been recommended by Master Zhang Chunxue, this position still has to come from our Qinghe Weaving Institute."

"It's just that Master Zhang Chunxue didn't greet us earlier. Isn't this awkward?"

Fang Yuanzheng sighed heavily.

Liu Sheng just watched quietly without saying anything.

Fang Yuanzheng was being stared at by Liu Sheng's clear eyes, but he continued calmly, "We have already decided in April to recommend Feng Jingyun from the Special Research Department to study in the Honghu Program."

"So, according to the first come first served principle, Monk Feng still has to go." Fang Yuanzheng looked at Liu Sheng with a serious gaze. Although he had a smile on his face, his tone was firm and unquestionable.

"Has Monk Feng's recommendation been submitted? When?" Liu Sheng only asked one question.

Fang Yuanzheng's smile deepened.

"Yes, it was reported this morning."

(End of this chapter)