My Boss, the White-haired Nun

She raised her hand to cover what Gong Ming wanted to say.

"But from the perspective of a Valkyrie, it is also our responsibility to fight for the good in this world."

"So since you can't make a promise, let's make a promise."

Raiden Mei revealed a childish smile.

"On this day next year, I will also be here..."

She and Gong Ming looked at each other.

"Everyone, everyone."

(End of the whole volume)

Author's message:

ps:

By the way, I also only found out this year when I saw that all Shukes were discounted.It is about the price increase of Shuke.

Uh... I learned about this.Probably something like this.

Shuke's subscription fee has always been the lowest on the entire network, and everyone should know about this.

Therefore, with the same subscription, the same number of words and the same results, the manuscript fee received by Shuke authors is only about half of the starting point.

Therefore, the loss of Shuke authors has been serious in recent years, and a considerable number of authors have transferred to the starting point after their achievements in Shuke.

After all, the author has to eat too.

So in the end, under the balance between the two sides, Shuke chose to increase the price slightly.

But please rest assured that Shuke was the lowest on the entire network before the price increase, and Shuke is still the lowest on the entire network after the price increase.

After all, I am the beneficiary of this matter, so my position is rather embarrassing. At this time, it seems a bit painful to stand up and talk.

But really, I hope that everyone can understand Shuke and the author on this issue.After all, the price increase is not high.It is still a more appropriate point between the benefits of readers and authors.

and also.

Since today, I have owed more changes, and I have added [-] more, and the current number is one.

Don't worry, there are still 7 days left, let's take it slowly.

〇⑥ Ode to Righteousness and Reason

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[-] January [-], London, Heathrow Airport.

Accompanied by the loud roar of the aircraft engine, a white passenger plane landed slowly on the airport, and under the guidance of the ground personnel, it accurately stopped at the predetermined position.

Gong Ming, who was carrying a briefcase and wearing a gray hat, walked out of the economy class cockpit like an ordinary office worker, mixed with the passing tourists, and walked out of the airport.

In this economic society, where there is demand, there will be no shortage of supply.When Gong Ming walked out of the airport, he looked up, and soon saw the neatly lined up taxis waiting there.

He raised his eyebrows, put down the mobile phone that had already turned on Uber in his hand, walked to the window of a taxi and knocked on it, signaling that he wanted to get in the car.

Soon, the taxi's door opened.

"Mr. Driver, Imperial University No. [-]." Gong Ming said with a skilled London accent after getting into the car.

"Huh? Listen to the accent. Is the sir a local?"

The middle-aged driver put out the cigarette dangling from his mouth, and when he heard Gong Ming speak, he started the car and said with a smile.

For this red-haired man with an oriental face, he was somewhat surprised when he said this.

The Rotten Country is a very xenophobic country in every sense. In such a cultural environment, it is undoubtedly a very close thing for local people to find a point that resonates with you. .

"Based on the accent, I thought you would take me as a Northern Irishman." Gong Ming put the bag by his side and said with a smile.

"I'm not considered a local, although I have lived here for many years. But I stayed here a long time ago, at least taxi drivers at that time didn't know how to use things like apps."

"That's quite a few years." The middle-aged driver laughed. "When did things like APP start to be used? 2012 or 2011? You missed a lot of things this time."

"I came here much earlier than 2011." Gong Ming shrugged his shoulders, "When I was on the plane just now, I almost thought that I would not be able to speak on my side."

"How old are you? You can get there as early as possible." The driver didn't care. "Are you coming back to school or to play this time?"

"How old am I?" Gong Ming laughed. "Mr. Driver, I'm in my forties. I used to work here. This time, it's also a gathering of some colleagues who quit the job. I just chose the location at my old employer."

"Over forty? My God. You look so young!"

"Maybe it's because my ancestors have some Chinese blood." Gong Ming said as if he was used to it, "[Orientals never age], don't they. In London, you should often see Chinese students who come to study abroad, right?"

"If you can see it, you can see it, but the Chinese people are more interesting. Most of the students are very bored, so it is difficult to distinguish them from the people in the Far East. But the older Chinese people are generally more noisy. It can be seen at a glance.”

"Ha, it seems that you have really met a lot of Chinese people. This summary is quite incisive."

"After all, in our line of work, these are the only things worthy of praise."

……

About half an hour later, after paying the fare, Gong Ming said goodbye to the middle-aged driver with a smile, and walked slowly into the gate of Imperial University.

In a sense, this university can basically represent the technological frontier of this country.He even enjoys a very high status even in the world.But when you really walk into this university, you will find that this place is not full of high-tech high-rise buildings, but various ancient clock towers can be seen everywhere, full of British-style humanistic atmosphere.