Almighty is a real daughter, her vest has been torn down again

Ren Zidong didn't say anything in the end. He just said "It's up to you" and asked Richard to take out the information.

This is also the main purpose of the three of them gathering here and not talking nonsense.

Richard said "wait" and went out. Nearly ten minutes later, he came back with a cardboard box.

The cardboard box was not small, and the things inside were not light either. He could barely hold it, and when he put it down, there was a dull "bang" sound.

Richard was still busy muttering:

"It's really not that I'm delaying coming back on purpose. They're all paper materials, and there's a lot of them, and they're scattered across several different databases. I can only separate them a few times, and they can't appear consecutively... Is it easy for me? Maybe coming back to do experiments will be easier than smuggling this!"

Jiang Yining took a look at the things in the carton and couldn't help laughing.

What Keno brought over was probably less than one-tenth of the total, and it was probably mixed with some information that could be easily found outside to make up the number.

Ren Zi and Richard's attention was on the cardboard box, and neither of them noticed that she was laughing out of anger.

"This stack of notes is the itinerary plan that Mr. Jiang made for himself. All the recommendations he participated in should be included in it."

"This part is the record of the internal SIM meeting he participated in. It is quite scattered and I am not sure if the data is complete, but this is all I can find."

"In addition, the remaining records are other people's records, and they contain traces of Mr. Jiang. Anyway, I brought them back as well."

There was no other way. It was not easy to make a round trip, so he tried his best to bring back all the relevant things at once.

He took out the documents from the carton, sorted them out one by one, and placed them in front of Jiang Yining.

He picked up the empty cardboard box and smiled evilly:
"These are all original manuscripts. From now on, SIM will not have anything from Mr. Jiang except for the information shared by the members. Lao Ren, when you have time, find a hacker to delete all the shared information!"

If the influence of SIM still exists, it would be nice to restore Mr. Jiang and let him become internationally famous as one of the founders of SIM.

but now--

The SIM card is almost reduced to an empty shell, so it’s better for Mr. Jiang not to get involved.

Oh, he was even more afraid that SIM would eat Mr. Jiang’s blood-stained bun again!
Ren Zidong said "hmm" lazily, but his eyes were fixed on Jiang Yining, as if waiting for her to speak.

Jiang Yining reached out and picked up a handwritten note and gently opened the cover.

Notes written more than 20 years ago, no matter how good the paper is, cannot withstand the erosion of time.

What's more, these were neglected and forgotten notes, and the handwriting on the inner pages had long since spread out, making them look a little blurry, with some places even sticking together.

You can still tell who wrote the words; the pen strokes are sharp and vigorous, and there is a sense of publicity between the lines.

The notes were written in English, but there were many Chinese complaints written in different pens scattered around the main text.

Some of them must have been drawn with pencil, but the lead color has completely disappeared, leaving only a mark with faint traces of the words.

Bored, always doing stupid things, you can do it if you can...

All unexpected words.

I don’t know if it’s because she has always used the image of an elder in her family to portray Jiang Zhengxue, but the impression of him in her mind is that of a serious and dignified person.

When he wrote these, he should have been about the same age as his elder and second brothers, right?
Jiang Yining subconsciously put himself in the shoes of his elder brother Jiang Yiran and shuddered involuntarily, thinking, my elder brother would never say such a thing.

Maybe... Jiang Zhengxue's personality is more like the third brother than the eldest brother.

He is a bit edgy and his impatience will show on his face when he encounters something.

Apart from these complaints, Jiang Zhengxue seems to like drawing... flowers.

A simple flower with a circle and four petals.

There are flowers on almost every page, and there is even an entire page filled with these simple flowers, just like they were doodled unconsciously while daydreaming.

A childish yet powerful person.

This adjective popped into his mind, and Jiang Yining couldn't help but laugh.

The contrast of cuteness probably refers to someone like him.

dong dong——

The heavy knocking sound pulled her back to reality from her notebook. When she looked up, she saw Ren Zidong's dark and smelly face.

"how?"

As soon as she asked, she thought about something and said:

"You can look."

Isn't it tacit approval to let him and Richard come to this meeting room together?

It's impossible for her to hold it and present it to him!

Ren Zidong's face didn't get better, but became darker instead.

Obviously she didn't guess what the other person was thinking.

Jiang Yining: “?”

Sorry, she is not a worm in his stomach. She can tell what is in his mind just by looking at his eyes.

They stared at each other for nearly two minutes.

A possibility gradually emerged.

He didn't say it, because he couldn't say it.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Ren Zidong moved his lips, his voice was a little hoarse, with an imperceptible plea:
"Go make a copy... of the original and give it to me, okay?"

really.

I can't say it because I know it's impossible.

Things like asking the deceased's family for personal belongings.

Jiang Yining looked at him expressionlessly and said nothing.

Richard seemed surprised, too.

"Old Ren, what are you thinking about?!"

Even a foreigner felt that it was a bit inappropriate, let alone the Chinese who value tradition.

Ren Zidong wiped his face vigorously, then looked up with a cold and hard expression:
"forget it."

The atmosphere in the conference room became inexplicably depressing.

Richard glanced around, held his breath, and tried to speak to smooth over the situation.

"Oh! By the way, some of the information in it is outdated. For example, this..." He flipped through a meeting record. "This meeting record mentioned a biological company that hoped SIM would recommend talents. I checked this company on my way back. SIM did not recommend anyone that year because they went bankrupt after applying but before SIM responded.

More than 20 years have passed. Even if the companies didn’t go bankrupt then, there must be many that have gone bankrupt later. I think the workload is still quite heavy. Does Mr. Jiang want to find someone to help with the screening? Mr. Ren is pretty good. He’s very familiar with these things!”

Jiang Yining didn't think much and refused directly:
"No, I can do it myself."

The atmosphere seemed to become even more tense because of the girl's refusal.

Ren Zidong sat there, half-closed his eyes, and said nothing.

Richard's scalp tingled with embarrassment.

This old man, even if he is shameless, he has to consider the occasion! Look!
Hiss, nonsense! When has he ever considered the occasion?
After Jiang Yining finished speaking, he also realized that her refusal at this time was almost like kicking down the steps of the ladder.

"..."

What is this all about?

She, a junior, actually went to coax this old man.

Suddenly I thought of that skillfully hand-painted figure picture——

Forget it, just think of it as giving way to your elders.

"What I mean is, I want to investigate on my own, and if Director Ren wants to investigate as well... we can exchange information." (End of this chapter)