Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1272 Overgrown (2)

Li Zongze didn't speak, put his rough arms back into his pockets, and looked at the sea.

As the sailboat gradually approached Chekli Island, the bad feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

I always feel that they are entering the tiger's mouth, and they will never return.

The woman got down from the bow and jumped off the deck.

I happened to meet a few people who were traveling with me, and they said hello one by one.

"Sister Yu'er, morning!"

"morning."

"Breakfast is ready, Miss Yu'er, go down and eat."

The woman nodded, went down from the deck, and entered the cabin.

Several people got on the deck and looked up at the sun.

Today's weather is quite good again, and the wind speed is also suitable.

It looks really inspiring.

Just as Lin Zi leaned against the boat, he couldn't help but let out a whimper.

The expression is comfortable, and there is a bit of eagerness to try.

"Brother Li, when can we arrive?"

Li Zongze put his hands on the bow of the boat and didn't look back.

"Tomorrow, if you hurry up, you can arrive at five or six tomorrow morning."

Lin Zigang nodded.

Yes, it only took half a month from departure to arrival.

Counting back and forth, one month can make them multi-millionaires.

Thinking of this, he touched the man beside him.

"Hey, after you have money, how do you plan to spend it?"

The man's name is Song Dewen, and like him, he is an employee of a company.

This time they came to Chickley Island together because of a news report offering a reward, saying that as long as they can get a document from Chickley Island and bring it back safely, there will be a bonus of [-] million.

So, this time, they went to sea with a total of six people, planning to share the [-] million after they got the documents.

According to the average score, he can also get 5000 million.

Earning 5000 million a month is simply blood money.

Song Dewen's face was not very good, and his face was always a little sad.

Shaking his head, he said in a low voice: "I want to take money home to see a doctor for my child, and I don't know...whether my daughter can last until I go home."

"." Lin Zigang fell silent.

Well, asking the wrong person.

He shrugged and looked again at a man who claimed to be a biologist.

His name is Liu Wuhui, and he often holds an English book in his hand that he can't understand, and keeps flipping through it, not knowing what he is reading.

Lin Zigang kicked him.

"Hey, you got the money, how do you spend it?"

Liu Wuhui was a little seasick, squatting there, his face a little pale.

He was still holding the broken English book, reading it.

It wasn't until Lin Zigang kicked him that he pushed his glasses and looked up at him.

"I?"

He looked so thin that he could fall if pushed.

Lin Zigang couldn't bear it, and snatched his book, "What do you read all day long?"

"You've been reading this broken book for half a month and haven't finished it yet?"

"You you you—you are not allowed to touch my book!"

Liu Wuhui stood up immediately and snatched his book back.

Hugging tightly, like holding some baby.

He pushed his glasses and stammered, "I am not like you."

"Award... I don't want the prize money, share it with you. I'm here this time just to see it."

Lin Zigang and Song Dewen looked at each other.

"Look at what?"

Liu Wuhui hugged his book tightly and said, "Look...look at the laboratory."

Speaking of this, his pale face finally had some expression.

"Don't you know, the Chekley Laboratory used to be a famous biological laboratory..."

(End of this chapter)