What is this that Liu Chunfang asked
Even if you insult your own IQ, you also insult others.
The judge next to me couldn't stand it anymore, so he took one of the books and said, "Miss Liu, take a break and I'll ask you a question."
When Liu Zhipeng saw Hans taking the book, his eyes almost fell to the ground.
Who is Hans? Germany's most famous field surgeon, with excellent medical skills and a notoriously eccentric temper.
Even if someone he doesn't like takes the initiative to say hello to him, he may not even respond, and now he actually wants to give Su Mian a question...
The opportunity to ask questions that she had finally won was snatched away. Liu Chunfang's face was cold and she did not dare to get angry. Hans was notoriously difficult to mess with. Although Liu Chunfang was used to being arrogant, she did not dare to offend this man.
Hans, bearded, in his fifties, with determined eyes.
He turned to a random page and looked up at Su Mian, "When the war camp was closed in 1947, how many soldiers died of illness?"
"Did you see that what people are asking is so impressive!"
"This is a question, okay? What Liu Chunfang asked just now is a piece of shit. Su Mian answered her only to give her face. If it were me, I would refuse directly."
"You are really mentally ill to ask that kind of question!"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience. If it weren't for the global live broadcast, Liu Chunfang would have left the meeting long ago, suffering from this anger.
Do these people know who she is? Dare you slander her like this? Do they know who her husband is
When the meeting is over, she will make these people look good!
Several leaders were worried about Su Mian. This question was too difficult. Just seeing the numbers was annoying, and they had to remember them.
Zhao Bo had seen Su Mian's memory, and he was drinking tea leisurely.
On the other side, Huo Jingrun was sitting at the work table expressionlessly, looking at Su Mian, waiting for her answer.
He has read all of Val's diaries, but he doesn't have the ability to answer this question.
It would be good if you could remember the general plot, but how could you remember such precise figures
Liu Hui crossed her arms and looked at Su Mian with a mocking look on her face, waiting for her to make a fool of herself.
"233!" Su Mian replied quickly.
The audience in the audience were more eager to know the answer than Su Mian.
"Really? What's the answer? Who can announce it!"
"You just made it up randomly, you answered it so quickly!"
"Who can remember such a number?"
"Reveal the answer quickly, is it right?"
Hans twitched the corners of his lips and laughed, making his beard explode, "Correct answer!" He really didn't expect that there were people in the world who could read so carefully and remember any number so clearly. Then he gave Su Mian a thumbs up and said, "Su Mian, I believe you have a solid theoretical foundation! Chinese people are amazing!"
"Fuck, that's really right..."
"Maybe she just saw this, so she was very impressed!"
"I'm impressed. If she answers one more question correctly, I'll accept her!"
Another judge next to Hans snatched the book away.
Su Mian:…
What the hell, is this still a field surgery exchange meeting? Why does it feel like it's her personal question-and-answer session
Liu Zhipeng pretended to look at the time, but he was really afraid that these people were addicted to playing and couldn't stop it. "Everyone, due to time constraints, let's give Su Mian another question!"
He didn't say it was over, because this was Hans's good friend Jack, who had an equally bad temper!
Jack took the last volume directly, flipped through it casually, and looked at Su Mian, "Dr. Mongrie is called the Angel of Death. He used 3,000 pairs of twins to conduct experiments..."
"Only about 200 pairs survived!" Su Mian answered directly before Jack could finish reading.
"...all of them will be able to answer!"
"I just want to know if the answer is correct!"
"No need to ask, it must be right. Look at the shocked expression on the judge's face!"