My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

After sending Jiang Che to school, Feng Lanchu rushed to work.

Fortunately, there was no traffic jam today, and Feng Lan hadn't arrived at the office yet when she first arrived at the office.

She leisurely walked into this dilapidated building and returned to her department.

Feng Lan thought it was early enough, but old Uncle Qian walked out of the laboratory in a white coat.

Feng Lanchu looked shocked: "Old Uncle Qian, have you stayed up all night?"

"Ah, Xiao Chu is back." Old Qian greeted her with a smile: "The old man can't sleep for long, and when he wakes up, he still looks at the ceiling. Why don't you come to the office earlier."

Some time ago, one-third of the samples they collected from the nearby area were still untested.

At present, he is the only one on duty in the office, so why don't we hurry up and work overtime? If possible, I really want to divide one person into two.

Before, he loved spending time in the laboratory. When there was no urgent task, he could take over all the work in the laboratory, and he would be angry with anyone who robbed him.

But this moment, that moment, now I just hope that someone will come to help him soon.

"Uncle Qian, pay attention to your body and don't carry everything." Feng Lanchu shook her head disapprovingly.

"Don't worry, I'll save it. By the way, you remember to go to the dean's office later."

After Old Uncle Qian finished speaking, he took a sample test report from the file wall and returned to the laboratory.

In the huge office, there was only Feng Lanchu. The coffee machine left by Old Uncle Li was covered with dust, the green plants on Uncle Zhao’s desk were also withered, and Uncle Sun’s desk was tidied up and turned on. There are no snacks or anything.

It's really miserable, the people with capital letters are withering and dying.

Seeing that it was time to go to work, Feng Lanchu took the initiative to go to the dean's office.

Not long after the dean sat down, his eyes lit up when he saw Feng Lanchu who knocked on the door and came in: "Xiao Chu is back."

"En." Feng Lan nodded obediently.

"My heart is relieved when you come back. You know about Lao Zhao's situation, right?"

The dean rubbed his eyebrows and asked while turning on the computer, Feng Lanchu continued to nod.

"Well, the aging of our hospital is getting worse and worse, and the problem of underrepresentation is becoming more and more prominent." The dean said and handed a recruitment document to Feng Lanchu: "Our unit wants to recruit new people, so let's see how we can do it." .”

"I?"

Feng Lanchu looked puzzled.

Although Old Uncle Qian had vaccinated her in advance and said that the recruitment might be handed over to her, but in Feng Lanchu's understanding, this kind of "handling" refers to collecting forms at job fairs and coming back to sort out the number of applicants , Prepare to prepare for written tests, interviews and other chores, instead of reading this document?

"You are the backbone of our school. You are responsible for taking on the responsibility of being the future leader and carrying forward our sect."

In addition to work, the dean is also a fan of martial arts novels. He likes to read books in his spare time, and occasionally engages in a few paragraphs of novels with them.

Feng Lan took the file without any surprise at first sight.

"Dean, I have no experience."

"It's okay, the secretarial office will assist you with such trivial matters as the recruitment process." The dean patted her on the shoulder: "What you have to do is to lead the overall situation and take care of recruiting talents."

The dean thought about it, they really should pass the baton to the young people, and while they are still alive, they should be trained well, so that they will collapse suddenly one day, and there will be no one in the courtyard who can talk.

And Feng Lanchu is the only 'heir' he can see so far, whether she wants it or not, the mantle has to be handed over to her.