Zheng Fa sat on the black sofa for guests in the dean's office.
Outside the door, the researchers sat straight, not looking around or speaking, diligently working, resembling dedicated old workhorses.
It seemed, however, that everyone had throat issues, lining up for water and passing by the office door one after another.
Zheng Fa assessed the environment of the office.
This small two-story building was probably a decade old. Though it seemed to have been cleaned and organized, the bulges on the roof surface and the yellow stains on the desk still revealed the institute's decline.
Or rather, backwardness.
Seeing him looking around, a trace of nervousness appeared on the face of the research institute's dean.
Clearly afraid of revealing inadequacies.
Zheng Fa glanced around, smiled at him, seemingly comforting.
He indeed didn't mind; before coming, he and Tang Lingwu had already researched the technical reserves of this institute.
