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In the small bedroom next door, three people sat down around a small round table.
This had been arranged in advance by Liu Chenfeng at the request of Xu Dajiang before Qiao Ze had returned.
After all, they couldn't waste the time of Qiao Ze and the two Academician big shots.
Once the three were seated, Chen Yiwen brought over three cups of tea, placed them on the table, and left. Then, Academician Zhang Zhijian asked with a beaming smile, "Qiao Ze, as we get older, our memory isn't what it used to be. Is it okay if we record our conversation?"
As he spoke, the elderly Academician took out a sleek recording pen from his pocket and gestured to Qiao Ze.
Qiao had no objections and nodded indifferently, he truly wasn't very concerned.
"Thank you," Zhang Zhijian said politely, then turned on the recording pen, placed it on the table, and glanced at Sheng Xuening beside him.