It seems that the two of them have said this, perhaps guessing that Zhang Fengfeng would not take the initiative to ask.
Doing research is to break through bottlenecks, and then there will be new bottlenecks. This is normal, not to mention the research of Dragon Warrior. The problems faced are world-wide problems.
"We have achieved more results than before in Area 52, but it is still not enough. We are running out of time. Now Area 52 has begun to enter the formal stage. Although Professor Luo Wen is on our side, we still need more. Scientists like Professor Rowan!”
The old beggar said solemnly: "We are racing against time. Area 52 is probably already ahead of us. We must work harder. Their blockade of us has never stopped. We must be self-reliant!"
Zhang Feng has also paid attention to some recent news. What the old beggar said makes sense.
"What do you want me to do? Just say it!"
Zhang Feng said.
The old beggar said: "We need more scientists like Professor Luo Wen. Now we have reached out to them. Many people have come, but one of the ten scientists has not come. There is one condition. We I tried many times but couldn’t get it done, so I came to you!”
"Old guy, just tell me!" Zhang Feng was a little impatient.
He is not the kind of person who has a tacit understanding. He can just talk about the task directly. Zhang Feng can't help much with the research of the Dragon Warrior. He doesn't know how to do research. All he can do is menial work, such as going up mountains of swords and seas of fire.
Zhang Feng really wants to do more for him.
Zhang Dashan was a little unhappy: "Talk to your master properly!"
Zhang Feng was stunned and didn't respond.
The old beggar took out a piece of paper from his pocket, which was a photo, and presented it to Zhang Feng.
She is a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She is pretty, but she looks a bit unconventional. I guess she is not a trouble-free person.
The old beggar said: "His name is Bai Jiajia. His father Bai Chen is a world-renowned biologist. His research is exactly what we need. He is now working in a research center in China. He is the kind of person who doesn't listen to orders." The person who keeps making noise all depends on his preferences. I have approached him, and the only condition is that he has someone to take care of his daughter. "
"Bai Chen's wife died in a car accident a few years ago. There were a lot of doubts about that car accident!"
"Taking care of his daughter is not that simple. First of all, he has to get his daughter to agree and have good skills, and then get Bai Chen to agree."
"We have a lot of people who have gone to the last two requests, but only the first condition, his daughter didn't like any of them, so I decided to let you try!"
After the old beggar finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Feng.
"You mean you want me to please her and protect her safety? Bodyguard?" Zhang Feng asked.
The old beggar nodded and said: "To be precise, he is a personal bodyguard! According to the intelligence, people from Area 52 also approached Bai Chen and gave him relatively generous terms!"
The so-called personal bodyguard means round-the-clock protection and living together.
"Okay, I'll take this job!" Zhang Feng said without thinking.
The old beggar and Zhang Dashan looked at each other and smiled.
"What did I say?" Zhang Dashan laughed.
"Haha, okay!" The old beggar smiled happily: "Okay, I won't disturb you anymore, I will send you all their information!"
After saying that, the old beggar stood up and left with Zhang Dashan.
With Zhang Feng taking action, there won't be any surprises.
After a while, Zhang Feng received the information from the old beggar. He sat on the sofa and looked at his mobile phone. Yun Qian was very sensible and took his son out.
Bai Jiajia, sixteen years old, is a sophomore student at Kyoto No. 2 Middle School. She is often absent from classes and is the number one eldest sister in the school. At 1.75 meters tall, she is a headache for teachers.
This is the information coming from the school's reaction, but Zhang Feng is not concerned about this.
She turned out to be from the Qiu Mingshan clan, she played motorcycles, and she was spotted by the police on the winding mountain highway in Quelongshan, thirty miles outside Beijing.
A photo made Zhang Feng stand in awe. She was wearing a tight black leather jacket, a delicate iron chain tied to her belt, and a pair of black high-heeled boots.
The most conspicuous thing is that she wears a red logo on her arm with a few words printed on it: Security Officer.
She has waist-length black hair, a killer figure, long legs, and a celebrity face.
There is also a pair of sharp and unruly eyes, with a raised eagle eyebrow on the eye, and a heroic spirit.
Zhang Feng was a little nervous to deal with such a girl.
No wonder those people failed.
People who can be bodyguards are all from the army. They have good skills, but have old-fashioned and boring personalities. How can a girl like this be liked
Zhang Feng has a headache, because he has already promised the old beggar. If this thing goes wrong, then Zhang Feng's zero-failure memorial arch will collapse.
It can't collapse, it can't be broken in the hands of this girl.
Zhang Feng took out his cell phone and wanted to call his brothers, but thought that they were all in the training camp.
Zhang Feng had no choice but to go to the club alone.
When Zhang Feng went out, a red sports car drove outside and blocked Zhang Feng's car.
A beautiful woman got out of the car and ran over hurriedly. She got into Zhang Feng's car, got into Zhang Feng's arms, sat on Zhang Feng's lap, and hugged Zhang Feng. Feng's neck and kissed Zhang Feng all at once.
The most active, the most fiery, short of breath.
Zhang Feng finally opened his mouth: "Chaoyun, Chaoyun, wait, wait"
Zhuo Chaoyun came up again and didn't listen to him at all. This was not the place to do anything.
But Zhuo Chaoyun seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, so Zhang Feng had no choice but to hold her and let her do whatever he wanted while driving.
The car drove to a quiet corner. After finishing his errands, Zhuo Chaoyun got out of the car after putting on his clothes. He turned around and left without saying anything.
"That" Zhang Feng wanted to talk but knew what language to use to organize it. How could Zhang Feng feel like he was a bus, and it was still free.
Zhuo Chaoyun said: "I just got off the plane and I'm hungry. I want to go back and ask Sister Yun Qian to cook me noodles. I like the noodles she cooks best."
"Oh fine!"
She didn't mention anything about what happened just now, and Zhang Feng hadn't fully adapted to it yet.
Zhuo Chaoyun is a female CEO worth hundreds of billions. To outsiders, she has the image of a cold and beautiful CEO. Her time is very expensive, tens of millions or hundreds of millions per hour.
To put it this way, it was more than 100 million just now. This shot is really expensive.
Zhuo Chaoyun walked back. It was more than a hundred meters away from the Zhang family courtyard. Her car was still parked not far from the door of the house.
Zhuo Chaoyun's personal group has developed rapidly in the past few years. It went public last year, and the group's market value has soared, becoming the world's leading luxury goods group company. It has many brands, occupies a place abroad, and earns foreigners' money.