Shen Qingfeng was burned by the frivolity between her eyebrows. He quickly looked away and poured himself a glass of water and drank it down.
He put the cup down before saying, "Hmm."
"Although the institute conducts group assessments every month, generally only the results of the December group assessment are considered. The results of the December group assessment will also determine who can use the Level 8 laboratory next year."
He estimated that as a newcomer, Qiao Nian might not understand what it meant to have access to the Level 8 experiment for a whole year, so he patiently explained it to her.
"The Level 8 lab contains data on the institute's advanced experimental projects, and you can also have the opportunity to watch the Level 8 lab members doing research, and you may even meet the head of the Level 8 lab, the deputy director of the institute. Everyone dreams of watching an academician do an experiment in person, and this opportunity is hard to come by! That's why everyone wants to fight for this opportunity."
"If he takes a liking to me, my future will be limitless."
Qiao Nian understood. She put her elbows on the table, took few bites of food, and sat like a big boss. She concluded, "Oh, so it's just to get a chance to do odd jobs."
Shen Qingfeng: “…”
Xue Zhu: “…”
Shen Qingfeng was silent for two seconds, then thought about it carefully and found it funny again. He actually nodded in agreement: "You are actually right."
They are just the young generation entering the research institute, and their minds are full of the glory of working in a level 8 laboratory.
Actually, to put it bluntly, Qiao Nian was not wrong. He just got a chance to watch, do odd jobs, and serve tea and water to the members of the Level 8 laboratory.
It doesn’t seem that high-end.
Qiao Nian'en said, and just at that moment her cell phone rang.
She took out her cell phone and took a look. It was Wen Ruxia calling.
Wen Ruxia never looked for her unless there was something wrong.
Since you called her, there must be something going on.
She picked up her phone, stood up, and said to the two people in the box: "I'm going to go out and answer a call."
"Okay, go ahead." Shen Qingfeng nodded.
Qiao Nian pulled out the chair and left first. …
In the corridor outside.
The girl didn't go far, she just found a relatively quiet place and answered the call.
"Hello."
The voice is quite hoarse, but quite polite.
On the other end of the phone, Wen Ruxia thought her phone was not with her and was about to give up, but then she heard a girl's voice coming from the headphones.
She immediately parked the car at the intersection, turned on the car's Bluetooth, and said with a gentle look in her eyes, "Niannian, are you home? I'll come find you."
Qiao Nian leaned against the wall, her head tilted, her baseball cap pulled down low, the light from the corridor casting a bright and dark light under her nose.
She lowered her eyelids and said nonchalantly, "I'm not at home, do you have something to talk to me about?"
Wen Ruxia has a good relationship with Nie Mi.
Qiao Nian had met her a few times, and their relationship was not particularly close, but not bad either.
"Is that so?" Wen Ruxia was a little disappointed, but she quickly cheered up and said to her with a smile: "It's like this, I have a friend abroad who likes the sound source of 'Nirvana'. He wants to use your sound source in an art short film. Are you interested in promoting it? The price is negotiable."
Qiao Nian hummed, without any consideration: "Not for sale."
She has no shortage of money.
She never trades the music she plays as a commodity, and none of the songs she puts on the platform are paid for.
Of course, there is no need to commercialize it now.
"I just play around with them, just for fun. It would be great if someone gets interested in traditional instruments after listening to them. It doesn't matter if they don't understand them, at least they can learn about our traditional music. As for other things, I haven't thought about it."
(End of this chapter)