1936: Sister Nian: So You All Are Fighting for a Chance to Do Odd Jobs

Sister Nian: So You All Are Fighting for a Chance to Do Odd Jobs

Shen Qingfeng was burned by the lightness between her eyebrows. He hurriedly looked away and poured himself a glass of water.1

After drinking it, he put down the cup and said, "Yes."

"Although the research institute holds a group assessment every month, we usually only depend on the results of the group assessment held in December. This assessment will also determine who can use the Level 8 laboratory next year."

He guessed that Qiao Nian, a newcomer, didn't understand what the right to use a Level 8 laboratory for an entire year meant. Thus, he patiently explained it to her.

"The Level 8 laboratory has data on the advanced experimental projects of the research institute. We also have the opportunity to observe the research of the members of the Level 8 laboratory. We might even meet the person in charge, the deputy director of the research institute. Everyone dreams of being able to watch Fellow Shi conduct an experiment with their own eyes. Such an opportunity can only be chanced upon by luck! This is why everyone wants to fight for this opportunity.

"If he takes a liking to you, your future will be limitless."

Qiao Nian understood. Resting her elbows on the table, she sat like a big boss and concluded, "Oh, so you all are just fighting for a chance to do odd jobs."

Shen Qingfeng was speechless.

Xue Zhu was speechless.

Shen Qingfeng was silent for two seconds. Thinking about it carefully, he found it funny and nodded in agreement. "You're actually right."

They were just the younger generation who had entered the research institute. Their minds were filled with the glory of coming into contact with the Level 8 laboratory.

Actually, to be honest, Qiao Nian wasn't wrong. They were vying for a chance to watch, do odd jobs, and serve tea to the members of the Level 8 laboratory.

It didn't seem to be that grand.

Qiao Nian nodded.

Her phone rang at this moment.

She took it out and glanced at it. It was Wen Ruxia.

Wen Ruxia had never looked for her for no reason.

Since she had called her, it was most likely something important.

She grabbed her phone, stood up, and said to them, "I've to take this call."

"Alright, go ahead." Shen Qingfeng nodded.

Qiao Nian pulled out her chair and left.

…

In the corridor outside.

The girl didn't go far. She just found a relatively quiet place and picked up the call.

"Hey."

Her voice was hoarse, but she was still polite.

On the other end of the line.

Wen Ruxia thought that her cell phone wasn't by her side. She was about to give up when she heard a girl's voice from the earpiece.

She immediately parked the car at the intersection, turned on her Bluetooth, and said with a gentle expression, "Nian Nian, are you home? I'm heading there."

Qiao Nian leaned against the wall and tilted her head. Her baseball cap was lowered, and the light from the corridor cast a dim light under her nose.

She lowered her gaze and said casually, "I'm not at home. Why are you looking for me?"

Wen Ruxia was on good terms with Nie Mi.

Qiao Nian had interacted with her a few times. They weren't especially close, but they weren't on bad terms either.

"I see." Wen Ruxia was a little disappointed, but she quickly perked up and said with a smile, "It's like this. I have a friend overseas who has taken a liking to the sound source of Nirvana. He wants to use it on art short films. Are you interested in promoting it? The price is easy to negotiate."

Qiao Nian nodded without hesitation. "No."

She was not short of money.

She had never played music as a commodity to be sold. No sound source she placed on the platform required payment to be played.

There was naturally no need to commercialize it now.

"I just did it for fun. It's just an interest. It's best if someone listens to them and is interested in traditional instruments. It's fine if they don't understand. At least they understand our traditional music. As for the rest, I haven't thought about it."

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