Chapter 956: So many burners

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"You ate too much last night? Who asked me?"
"Look for you! Send your address quickly, otherwise I bet you will regret it!"
"Oh my God……"
The residual sleepiness of paper-cutting completely disturbed He Donglou. He confirmed the time again, and finally made his determination, struggling from the bed, ready to deal with this over-excited young man.
"I said earlier, the welfare home, the welfare home of Dean Wan."
"I haven't been there! What about the name, the map?"
"Lan ... Lan Zhen? Seems like it, in the Linqiang area." The paper-cut finally surrendered completely. "I sent you the map."
He Donglou slapped the front seat hard and gave the driver an order: "I will give you ten minutes, Linqiang District, Lanzhen Welfare Home!"
The car started quickly, but the old company next to him said calmly: "It is impossible in ten minutes. It will take at least half an hour from here to the western suburbs."
"That's half an hour, and no more than a second!"
This coincident discovery, what will bring, He Donglou is still unclear, only one thing is certain, this is much more interesting and useful than the planned Huatianjiudi!
At the orphanage, the paper-cutting knew that He Donglou would not be able to get there in a short while, and was not in a hurry, so he put on a pair of pants and went to the bathroom to freshen up. While squeezing toothpaste, he comforted:
"I said, brother Donglou, for the secretary's sake, you said a point, OK, let me think about your idea ... you just said, who came to me?"
He Donglou laughed out loud, and the key information advantage brought him the thrill of crushing IQ. However, this paper-cut person has a really good temper, and he still has the patience to torture others. He Donglou is not good to hang him anymore:
"No one is looking for you. Someone mentioned you, your boss Luo, who is so uneasy ..."
"Well?" The paper-cut just put the toothbrush in his mouth, and the action was fixed.
He Donglou couldn't see the paper-cut, but he could feel the sharply changed mood over there, and became more and more happy. His mind is not open, and now it is a book of "Everyone's way, but also his own body", humming and laughing:
"So it's not that I went to bed late, but that you didn't get up early enough! Ronan started classes in Tee early in the morning, and it seems that there are still scenes ..."
"Open, start classes?"
The sound of paper-cutting was suddenly raised by an octave, and I almost broke my toothbrush.
He Dong's downstairs grinned consciously: "It seems that he will practice some configuration techniques and give lessons to the project team members. The main thing is to do experiments. Now it is being broadcast live."
"Porphy, yuck!"
The paper-cut spit out the half-toothed toothpaste, and he could n’t care about gargle. When he threw the scrubbing utensils, he walked out:
How come there is no news ... Zhang Yingying is with him!

"Isn't that telling you?"
"So why do you talk about me again? Which channel? Link?"
"Link ..." He Donglou asked the next boss, and then gave him an unfortunate news, "The military's internal channel, you can't access it."
"I depend!"
The paper-cut scolded loudly, picked up his coat and went outside, and while maintaining contact with He Donglou, he entered the Ronan group of friends on the Lingbo website through six ears.
Here also hangs the data about the "splitting instrument" sent by Zhang Yingying last night, as well as the follow-up discussion, but what He Donglou said about the "live broadcast" is nothing.
"@ 章 莹莹, wake up soon, boss Luo live broadcast you don't care, the military is stuck in our heads !!!"
Zhang Yingying didn't reply in the first time, but she didn't know whether it was an early octopus or an octopus who didn't sleep at all.
They are all "chapters", but this is not a fart!
"Ah!" When he was out of the door, the paper-cutting found that he was making a mistake. He wore a large pair of pants in the lower body, flashed back quickly, put it on indiscriminately, pulled the waist of the pants, and jumped out.
It was only this time that I came to the corridor, and I saw the grandmother of the orphanage in her clothes, protruding half of her body from the other room, staring blankly. In the rooms on both sides, some children's breathing began to be disturbed, apparently shocked by the uncontrolled amplification of the paper cutting.
"Oh hey!"
The paper-cut whispered, instinctively reached out and even apologized, but forgot to lift the waistband, but also because he was wide and fat, and his waist was blocked, so as not to lose an ugly, but also extremely embarrassed.
At this time, He Donglou's voice came back again, and hesitated: "Well, you feel like you are a negative model."
"..."
Paper-cutting stood on his feet, gritted his teeth, held his breath, and waited until the entrance hall of the Welfare Institute, only to show his throat: "Share, transcribe, remake ... whatever, send me the video immediately!"
For paper-cutting, this is already a rare urgent tone.
"You have to wait for a while." He Donglou was willing to help this, but the operation also took time.
The reason for paper-cutting is understanding, but the emotions are not forgiving, and my heart is more like a cat. In just a few seconds, a layer of sweat has accumulated on the forehead.
By this time, the group of friends had already exploded.
First, there was a queue of dull expressions, then Zhang Yingying also reacted, leaving a sentence "contacted, I went to the scene" to destroy the queue, and then temporarily disappeared.
Almost everyone was blown up, guessing, discussing there, and @ 剪纸, the first-hand news provider. The paper-cut was originally intended to be added, but he was really overgrown in his heart, so that the kid in He Donglou's words made him confused.
What class is Nanzi talking about?
What did he mention me?
Negative model ... Would it be so serious?
In this mixed state of curiosity, ignorance, expectation, and anxiety, the paper-cut walked to the gate of the orphanage, and suddenly someone in the ear called out:
"Uncle Paper, Uncle Paper!"
"... Uh, Uighur?"
It is Zhai Weiwu, the most prosperous little guy in the welfare home, who is also the dry son of Zhai Dongguo, an old friend of paper cutting. This kid is quite sturdy. Even if only one sentence, Zhai Dongguo will definitely go through the procedures to adopt him, but he is still willing to live in an orphanage and live with other orphans in the hospital.
Zhai Weiwu is also a diligent kid who gets up early to exercise every day without any obstacles, and lays the foundation for future practice. Look at the sweaty look on his head, most of it came back after a workout.
"Uncle Paper, let's go now?"
"Oh, I have something ..."
Paper-cut words are stuck in half, because He Donglou starts to transmit data, not live broadcast, but transcribed video.
"I want to improve efficiency, I send it section by section."
"by!"
The paper-cut decisively turned around and walked back.
"Uncle Paper, Uncle Paper?" Zhai Weiwu just felt inexplicable and quickly followed.
The reason for the choice of paper-cutting is simple: no matter how good the infrastructure of the commercial society and Xiacheng is, it is impossible to achieve full coverage of communication signals in such a bad place as the "recycling layer". The Welfare Home is a public welfare place, and it is already the area with the strongest signal around.
He Donglou's decision to send in segments was very wise, the first tens of seconds of video was quickly transmitted.
Because the paper-cutting is connected to the Lingbo net synchronously, there is also a picture presentation there, which is not suitable for projection to the retina for playback.
Zhai Weiwu, who later acted as a follower, wowed:
"Brother Ronan!"
Paper-cutting didn't pay attention to the chaotic name of the children, but just stared at the projection area, seeing ... no, listening to the message conveyed there.
In the video, the simple and stable background of the seaside beach and the focused silhouette image, except for confirming the existence of Luo Nan, have no other value for the time being. Only the sound is really meaningful:
"Chief, why are there so many people ... um, so many burners?"
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