Zhang Heng was woken up by his mother's knock on the door.

He ran to the bathroom in a daze and washed his face. Suddenly, Zhang Heng felt refreshed in his mind. When he walked out of the bathroom, his parents had already set up supper in the living room.

After dinner, Zhang Heng planned to continue his sleeping career, but his father suddenly knocked Zhang Heng's head with chopsticks.

"what?"

Zhang Heng was shocked and thought that he had done something wrong again, which made his father unhappy.

"Do you tell Xiaoxin whether you have developed something?" Zhang's father asked with a glaring look.

"Not yet." Zhang Heng shook his head blankly. Xiao Xin in Zhang's father's mouth was Zhang Heng's sister. Her sister was four years younger than Zhang Heng. She is in her third year of high school this year. She lives in the headquarters of Bashu Middle School and can only go home once a month.

Speaking of Bashu Middle School, the first reaction of people in Chongqing is almost the iconic slogan, "I am proud of Bashu today, and I am proud of Bashu tomorrow."

In addition, it is probably the well-known title of "Prodigal School".

Bashu Middle School is a veritable aristocratic school. There are so many rich people like crucian carp trees crossing the river, but the academic style is very strong, and it ranks among the top five in the college entrance examination rate in Chongqing. Therefore, many ordinary people would rather spend a lot of money than send their children to this school.

And Zhang Heng's sister is like this.

During the high school entrance examination three years ago, Zhang Xin did not perform well because she was nervous on the spot, and her score was only enough for her third-rate high school. So Zhang's father resolutely decided to lead the whole family to save money and send Zhang Xin to the aristocratic school Bashu Middle School.

For this reason, Zhang Heng almost didn't collect enough college tuition for that semester.

Boys must be raised in poverty and girls must be raised in wealth. This is the life principle that Zhang’s father has always implemented. It was just that Zhang Heng was forced to develop the habit of hard work and independence since he was a child.

However, Zhang Heng did not feel unfair. If he had not developed a strong personality since childhood, he would not have survived in the Resident Evil plane. Faced with the problem of insufficient tuition, Zhang Heng just worked an extra job and gritted his teeth and survived.

For this reason, Zhang's father often feels sorry for Zhang Heng.

In fact, my family’s financial situation was so tight before, which was related to Zhang Heng’s sister’s school in Bashu. Not to mention the tuition fee, the sponsorship fee of more than 30,000 yuan was enough for an ordinary family to drink a pot.

"Go, you go and drive your sister back. We will go to the restaurant to celebrate tomorrow." At this time, Zhang's father said while smoking a cigarette after dinner.

"Now?" Zhang Heng was stunned and subconsciously looked at the time.

"Today, the school is on holiday." Zhang's father waved impatiently, "Go and go back."

"Okay." Zhang Heng was speechless. It was not a day or two that the old man had been partial to him. Zhang Heng had already gotten used to it, so he had to pick up the car keys and leave the door.

After leaving the house, Zhang Heng did not go directly to Bashu Middle School, but looked at the time. There were still three hours before his sister went to the evening self-study. Zhang Heng must not even be able to enter the school gate when he arrived at the school, so he simply drove to the commercial street in the city center and spent half an hour changing his outfit.

When he came out of the commercial building, Zhang Heng's street stall was completely replaced with a bird gun. He was wearing a light blue woodpecker casual suit on his upper body, a white shirt inside, a pair of Versace jeans on his lower body, and a pair of Iron Lion Tony casual war boots under his feet.

Looking at his cool and handsome appearance in the rearview mirror, Zhang Heng nodded with satisfaction, and finally put on a pair of Armani polarized sunglasses. Then he drove to Bashu Middle School again, and dialed his sister's phone number at the same time.

"Hey?" A soft voice came out of the phone.

"What are you doing? I'm your brother."

"Brother, why are you calling me well?" The voice on the phone seemed a little nervous.

Zhang Heng felt that his sister's tone was wrong. After listening carefully, he could vaguely hear the loud heavy metal music sounds on the other end of the phone. He immediately raised his eyebrows, "Xiao Xin, where are you?"

"I..." The voice on the phone seemed a little panicked, "I'm studying in the study room. Oh, the teacher is coming soon, I'm going to hang up." After saying that, a beep came from the phone.

Zhang Heng snorted coldly, not believing in this clumsy trick at all, so he called again, but before the call was reached, a prompt sound of "The user you called was turned off."

Zhang Heng suddenly had a headache. His sister was good everywhere. She was beautiful and had a tall figure. However, under her father's doting, she developed the habit of being rude and playful.

Her outstanding appearance and playful personality meant that she would suffer more value impact than ordinary people in high school.

Zhang Heng also experienced the chaotic period of high school, so he knew very well that high school years were at the intersection between adults and minors. Many people made mistakes there and experienced the first time in countless lives.

The first time smoking, the first time drinking, the first time fighting, the first time skipping class, the first time falling in love; even the first time to taste the forbidden fruit...

It is precisely because of the chaos in high school that Zhang Heng once warned her with his sister: "If I know that after you go to Bashu Middle School, you don't study hard but fall in love secretly, I will break all the legs of you and your partner!"

Of course, breaking legs is just an exaggeration. Zhang Heng just couldn't stand his parents getting up early and going to bed late every day, setting up stalls and doing business until late at night, but the money earned by sweat was wasted by his sister.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng's expression gradually became colder. If he heard it correctly, he heard heavy metal music that could only be heard from the bar on his sister's phone.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng called his sister's best friend again. His best friend was named Yang Yang, who lived in the old community like his own family. It was precisely because of the close distance between the two that they became inseparable close friends.

However, unexpectedly, Zhang Heng found that Yang Yang's phone number was the same as his sister. As soon as he dialed, he heard a busy voice, as if he had just hung up after seeing the identity of the caller.

Zhang Heng's expression was even more serious. At this time, he had already concluded that his sister had something to hide from him. The next moment, he immediately sent Yang Yang a message:

"I know you are in the bar now. You and Xiaoxin remember to protect yourself. If someone invites you wherever you go, don't agree! Even if that person is a classmate you are familiar with, do you understand? I want to pick Xiaoxin up now. Can you tell me the address of the bar? Liang... Zhang Heng will thank you very much!"

After sending the message out, Zhang Heng took a deep breath. For some reason, he felt an irritable feeling in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

At this moment, Zhang Heng's cell phone suddenly rang, and Zhang Heng didn't even look at it and hurriedly answered, "Hey, is it Xiao Xin? You..."

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Heng, I am the president of the Chongqing Prefecture Branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, my name is Li Lian." On the phone, a middle-aged man's dull voice came over.

Zhang Heng was stunned and swallowed what he had originally wanted to say back into his stomach, "Hello, what's the matter with me?"

"I have reviewed your information from the Provincial Human Resources Department and think that you are indeed remarkable in virus bioengineering. I wonder if you are interested in working at our Chongqing Branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences?" The voice seemed to be used to giving orders. Even when complimenting, he was very stiff and without any slightest beat around the bush, and he directly expressed his purpose.

"Sorry, no." Since the other party was so straightforward, Zhang Heng was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he refused and hung up the phone at the same time.

The other party must have come to him because he knew that he was the inventor of T-1. Although Zhang Heng instructed Li Jianguo not to reveal his identity, he could only hide it for ordinary people. Facing the country, Zhang Heng had no intention of hiding his identity, because that was impossible.

However, as soon as he hung up, the phone rang again immediately. Zhang Heng picked it up and saw that it was still the same landline number as before.

"Hey, I have something very important to do now. If possible, please don't bother me!" Zhang Heng pressed the answer button impatiently, and without waiting for the other party to speak, he refused without hesitation. At this time, he was worried about his sister's personal safety, so where can he have time to talk nonsense with the other party?

"Mr. Zhang Heng, if you don't want to join us, of course we won't force it, but I don't know if you can give us a copy of the information about T-1? Our Chongqing Branch is willing to exchange it at the cost." The voice continued to say slowly.

Zhang Heng was stunned, and the next second he suddenly fell into alert, "I don't know what you are talking about, what T-1? Are you calling the wrong phone number?"

"Mr. Zhang Heng, please don't get me wrong. We are indeed from the Chinese Academy of Sciences. However, for some internal reasons, we have to wait until a month to obtain the permission to check T-1, so..." The voice on the phone seemed a little awkward.

Zhang Heng shook his head irritably and said without hesitation, "Sorry, I really don't have time now. I'll wait until I have time to say something, OK?" As he said that, he hung up the phone again.

At this time, not far from the suburbs of Chongqing, inside a state-owned military base, a middle-aged man wearing a dark green military uniform and major general's shoulder flowers on his shoulders hung up the phone with a pale face.

Beside him, a group of researchers with gray hair and white coats covered their mouths and laughed secretly, as if they were very happy to see the middle-aged man being defeated.

"Hehe, Li Xiaozi, you, the dean of the rank of major general, personally invited you, and the other party ignored you. It seems that your identity is useless." An elderly man with all white hair laughed unceremoniously.

"Hmph, if he were my soldier, I would have tied him up long ago!" The middle-aged general, known as Li Xiaozi, snorted coldly and unwilling to order the two young researchers next to him, "Call him once a day in the future. If he changes his mind, remember to notify me immediately!"

"I understand!" The two of them quickly stood attentively and saluted.
Chapter completed!