After the meeting, Wayne dragged Lawrence to the office building to find the chairman. Now that this guy is here, of course he has to make the best use of it, right?
"It's classmate Wayne..." The assistant lady who arrived at the top floor and her work station was at the entrance looked apologetic to him.
"Mr. Chairman, it is stipulated that all visitors, regardless of their status, must make an appointment one day in advance. So I'm afraid I can't introduce you today, but I can make an appointment for you tomorrow." She said.
Wayne decisively picked up Lawrence behind him. On the way here, Wayne had already stressed the importance of [investigation qualifications], and Lawrence also understood what kind of mission he had on this trip.
So he said in a sultry tone: "This beautiful lady, how about you be accommodating?" The assistant lady pursed her lips and smiled, but still shook her head.
Lawrence suddenly became unhappy.
"Why can Richard not make an appointment?"
"That is His Royal Highness Prince Richard after all." The assistant lady said shyly.
"How can I let others reject him~" Lawrence's expression twisted into a ball after hearing these extremely disgusting words.
He thought for a moment and said, "Is Richard that good?"
"Yeah!" The thirty-year-old assistant nodded, as shy as a young girl in her prime.
"But he has someone he likes."
"It's annoying. He just wants to take a look at him from a distance, so he doesn't have any dirty thoughts!" Lawrence hesitated for a long time, feeling that he couldn't continue the conversation, so he had to turn back to look at Wayne.
"What should I do?" he asked in a low voice.
"Didn't you say that if you were asked to do anything, you would be able to do anything?" Wayne replied calmly,
"If you can't handle this little thing, what's the use of you?" After being hit by him, Lawrence was unconvinced and went out to fight against the enemy again.
I saw him speaking to the assistant lady angrily——
"I can tell you Richard's itinerary so that you have the opportunity to 'encounter' him." As soon as these words came out, there was silence outside the chairman's office for several seconds.
After a while, the assistant lady's face turned slightly red.
"I will not betray Mr. Chairman for such a reason." She said firmly.
"But—" She stood up.
"Seeing that you are very perseverant, I will make an exception to introduce you." Wayne was amazed.
It turns out that this is also possible... Strange bribery knowledge has increased. Before entering the chairman's office, she also deliberately winked at Lawrence and whispered in an extremely low voice: "Don't forget to tell me secretly." Then, she pushed the door open and entered.
"Mr. Chairman..." she greeted loudly and lively. However, the moment the door was opened, there was a clanging sound in the office, as if something had been knocked over.
The assistant lady paused before she could say the next words. Um? What caused such a big reaction?
Wayne poked his head out of the door curiously and looked into the office. For the first time, Chairman Harold did not sit on a chair, but stood upright by the floor-to-ceiling window, with his head slightly raised.
It seems to be looking at the sky and bathing in the sunshine. At his feet, the standing telescope that was as tall as a person had fallen to the ground.
"Chairman." The assistant lady's voice turned gloomy.
"You couldn't be... using binoculars to spy on the female teachers in the academy, right?" Wayne:! !
! Lawrence was equally shocked when he suddenly learned Mr. Chairman’s little-known secret.
Harold jumped as if his tail had been stepped on.
"Who's peeping! I'm not peeping!" He shouted: "I'm just conducting astrology research!"... If you weren't guilty, why were you panicking when you opened the door just now?
Wayne was speechless at his poor defense. Sure enough, the assistant lady refused to believe such a lame reason.
"You're tricking a ghost! Can you see the stars during the day?" she sneered. Harold's expression turned serious for a moment.
"Astrology is not just about observing the stars, but also observing and recording the positions and states of the moon, the sun, and other celestial bodies at every moment. Only by following their guidance can we understand where we are in this world. Explain and predict what happens." Astrology?
Wayne mused.
"Really?" The assistant lady was doubtful.
"Then tell me, when can I get married?"
"Miss Beatrice, the stars will not answer such specific personal doubts. We must use other methods as assistance to reluctantly come up with a vague answer." Harold resumed his posture as the chairman of the board and sat down again. Returned to the chair behind the desk.
"But now, it's better for us to solve more pressing problems first." He looked up at Wayne and Lawrence.
"Two classmates over there, what's the trouble?" Although he didn't mention making an appointment one day in advance, his attitude was not very enthusiastic.
Wayne walked in. After the assistant lady closed the door, he revealed his purpose.
"Mr. Chairman, we want to apply for investigative qualifications to conduct research on bloodlines." Harold's expression was stunned.
"Bloodline research?" He repeated the word inexplicably.
"Yes." Venn explained in detail the causes and consequences of homework assignments in the social philosophy class in front of Harold.
After listening to his speech carefully, the chairman pondered for a while.
"As a matter of common sense, I would not give the average student the qualifications to conduct this kind of dangerous research," he said.
Wayne nodded understandingly.
"Understood. But we just want to complete the subject assignments better, and we don't necessarily want to achieve specific survey results." He explained: "So, we mainly focus on text-based data research, and the risk is not great." Even with Wayne's repeated assurances, Harold still hesitated.
He began to subconsciously fiddle with the magnifying glass on his desk again. Wayne and Lawrence did not say anything to urge them, but stood aside and waited quietly.
After a long time, he spoke again: "For the sake of Tasia and you being the top one or two in grade, I can give you special treatment."
"But... before your research report is officially submitted, you must submit a copy to me." His request was a bit strange, but Wayne agreed.
Harold pulled out a fixed-format investigation qualification license from under his desk, filled in some information, and threw it sideways.
Wayne caught it with one hand accurately.
"If there is nothing else, you should go home early." He issued an eviction order. (Search on Baidu on mobile phone for [My Sister is the Villainous Daughter + New Book] Click to read on mobile phone to turn pages, eye protection. Power saving. Data saving function)
