Silent Crown Chapter 272: On the shoulders of giants (top)

Under the same moonlight, a dim light was shining in the silence. ⊙. ⊙

Between the rows of huge bookshelves, an old man in a white coat sternly swept across the rows of heavy bookshelves.

He looks like he is in his forties, his hair is about to fall out, the few remaining gray hairs are scattered unkempt, the white research uniform is covered with dirt and dust, and it seems that he has not been cleaned for a long time. It exudes a strange sour taste, like pickles and lees that have been left for too long.

Like a beggar, but when he stares at the book and thinks, his eyes are deeply invisible.

"Charles, I always thought: I succeeded because I stood on the shoulders of giants. What do you think?" he said suddenly.

"Sneez!" The blonde young man snorted coldly, then sniffed: "What do you want to think?"

"No, I'm asking..." The old man jumped vigorously, then stepped on his feet, with a cheerful expression, as if he was about to dance a happily tap dance:

"How does it feel for you to be this'giant'?"

Under his feet, Charles carried the damned old man humiliatingly: "...Can I swear?"

"Yes, you can't scold me anyway."

The old man named Newtondi stepped on his shoulders, blew a whistle, and took an old book from the top of the sixth shelf. He couldn't help himself with excitement: "Ahahahaha, I finally found it! Charles, you have made a great contribution as a'mountain'! On behalf of the Academy, I would like to commend you!"

"...Recognize a ghost!" Charles's expression twitched, and the sound of his teeth rubbing like a kitchen knife rubbing on a pallet, wishing to devour the old man alive.

As the saying goes, there are people outside of people, there are people outside of cheapness, and people outside people. Charles, a **** who has been with Avalon for so many years, did not expect that there was such a big hole waiting for him.

If you accidentally sign a work agreement with the Royal Academy, it's fine. After coming to work happily, he was kicked into the gutter by this **** old man.

Nominally, he reached the sky in one step. Become the world's leading mechanical engineering master, the test assistant of the dean of the Royal Academy, and a personal secretary.

But after I went to work, I realized that all my colleagues were looking at me with pity.

"Don't try to keep up with me."

Newton said at the time: "Mediocre, like you can't understand the realm of genius, so do your own thing obediently. Silently glow in places where others can't see it.

I don’t need how boring contributions you can make in experiments and research. Anyway, your brains are about the same as if they don’t... Well, for the specific work content, just show the fire ring obediently for me to reduce Just press for fun. "

In short. Charles's job is to be fancy tossed by this old man... For example, in order to satisfy his desire to take a bath while overlooking the beautiful scenery of Avalon, he ran all over the city to find construction teams and materials to add a swimming pool on the top of the research institute.

Well, private, with a full set of fine wines and the best bartenders.

Then at the ribbon-cutting ceremony on the day that the cover was completed, the world’s top bartender traveled thousands of miles to report in an aristocratic reserved and cordial tone. The **** of Newton...in front of him Blew up that swimming pool!

"Well, it's nothing to do with you, you can go back."

He looked at everyone dumbfounded and laughed. Overjoyed.

One-third of the entire research institute's budget this month was lost by him!

So, it’s not terrible to be neurotic. What's terrible is that after this person is neurotic, there are all kinds of idiots who have tried their best to come and give him money to burn.

In this regard, Charles can only say: There is something wrong with this kind of person!

Fortunately, after using all kinds of incredible methods to burn up the budget of the entire institute for the month, the budget review agency of the first department of Anglo sent a euphemistic letter stating that you have been playing for six months. It's time to finish it, so hurry up and get to work. Otherwise, we will not be able to reimburse all your bills for brothels and private clubs in Avalon this year.

The wording is very euphemistic, because this guy used to work as a financial consultant for Anglo National Bank for a month, eating, drinking and having fun for a month, and by the way, he solved the problem that the previous appointment could not be solved for decades. .

In fact, he got the proposal to solve the problem on the first day of work. For the remaining twenty-nine days, he was gambling with prostitution. If the secretary hadn't discovered it early, he could still play like this for six months!

In short, since the patience to give Uncle Qian is almost exhausted, Newton used his lower body to think about it and decided to keep his VIP membership. It's better to pay more attention to work.

So, Charles's tortured career began like this... Within a few days, fighting against this old man, in order to keep his ‘decent job’, he continued to start a career with blood and tears.

After carrying the old man as a mount for several hours, he finally found what he wanted from the mountain of archives.

It's just that, he was very curious.

What kind of research data is it worthwhile for Newton, the oversighted bastard, to give up the important secret presentation that is about to begin, and put the pigeons of the entire project team for several hours to look for?

And it's still stored in the extremely secret archive...

"What do you want to see?"

Newton noticed his curiosity with a focused look on his face. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded: "That's okay, you have paid so much for this project. You are indeed qualified to share this great masterpiece with me."

Charle was taken aback. He didn't expect this old man to be so generous. After hesitating for a moment, he leaned in. The old click book has turned yellow and curled, and many pages have been glued together. The key part seems to have been spilled on, and it is extremely blurred.

"Ah, my great knight, soon unscathing your dragon-slaying sword, I can't wait...Ah, what a majestic holy spear, I have been subdued by your bravery...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Come on, my little wolf dog, treat me fiercely..."

The more Charles looked down, the uglier his expression became, until finally he threw the entire book to the ground: "Isn't this a **** yellow book!

You put so many pigeons in the air, and you aired the representative of the Royal Orchestra. You stepped on my shoulder and turned it over for three hours, delaying the final start of the experiment, just to find it in the extremely secret archives. A yellow book! ? "

"What are you saying! This is my collection a long time ago."

Newton picked it up from the ground with a distressed look, and said with a serious look: "Don't you think that the more this time comes, the more you need a little yellow book to add to the fun?"

Speaking, he pointed to the macula above: "Look, I've used it so many times! Originally, for your hard work, I still want to reward it to you."

"Please don't!"

Charles seemed to have seen a ghost, filled with righteous indignation: "Forget the yellow book, but how come they are all aunts?! There is not even a younger one! And he tears stockings at every turn, licks his shoes at every turn... Can’t you have a little taste!"

"You are quite picky, young man." Newton's smile suddenly became mysterious, he leaned over, and lowered his voice: "I have a smaller one. The manuscript of the Marquis de Thad a hundred years ago: "Holy Land"! Nineteen little girls The story of the fall of a child in paradise..."

Charle's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Of course!"

Newton became more and more mysterious: "There are three undisclosed plots, which will definitely make you stunned..."

Under the dim light, the two people whispered, their expressions constantly changing.

For some reason, the original solemn and secret atmosphere of course does not exist, only the insignificant atmosphere that can not be removed-

There were rapid footsteps in the silent corridor. The person in charge who was almost desperate finally expected Newton to appear, followed him, and whispered to the test site.

"Everyone is here long ago. Why have you been missing for another four hours?"

"Why are you dying after only four hours. Then I will go out and play for five or six days and come back again, don't you want to find you all dead?"

"Yes, but the representatives of the Royal Orchestra Corps have waited impatiently."

"What's the use of being impatient? If I'm not happy, don't I have to keep waiting?"

Newton glanced at him and strode ahead.

Seeing that he is full of confidence, the person in charge is almost crazy: "The point is that we have not debugged and repaired at all before, and we will start production after completing the'prototype' in a hurry. If If your calculation is wrong..."

"Fool, do you have to ask? That must be the world's wrong."

Newton shook him away, strode away, leaving the dumbfounded person in charge in place.

Beside him, Charles blew his whistle gleefully and patted him on the shoulder:

"Hey, brother, do you want a yellow book..."

"..."——

In a quiet underground experiment site, there was an anxious atmosphere~IndoMTL.com~All the commissioners who came to visit the actual measurement results sat on those simple chairs specially prepared for them with a dark face. , Drinking inferior lemonade cup after cup. But the anxiety in my heart did not go away, but the bladder was tortured.

Anyone who has been released for four hours will not be very happy. What's more, these are at least real-power commissioners in various confidential departments?

Although the Royal Academy's style has been **** in recent decades, but to such an extent...it's maddening! But they have to wait, just like a dog...

At the very least, the deputy head of the Royal Orchestra Corps who is responsible for guarding Avalon has not shown any impatient expression so far.

From the very beginning, Mr. Andre has been sitting in his place, his eyes drooping, his expression cold, without any anxiety.

It's like a stone sculpture.

Now, the drooping eyes of the stone sculpture finally slowly lifted up.

"Come here."

He said. (To be continued.)