Dean Xu and others thought it was normal for Wang Zan’s request. Although they did not have much hope in their hearts, they had to treat it as a living person.

Not long after, President Xu and the others left. Maybe they felt a little worried about staying here. Whether they saw Wang Zan or the ancient painting on the table, they would be destroyed.

Wang Zan yawned, looked down at the painting on the table, rubbed his chin and didn't know what he was thinking.

Judging from Wang Zan, the contents in this painting seem to be something wrong.

Time flew by a few hours, and Wang Zan squinted his eyes and was about to fall asleep. Tan Lusi and another young man named Zhao Ming walked over and saw cigarette butts all over the floor and sleepy Wang Zan. Both of them frowned a little. Wang Zan raised his head and stretched his waist and said to the two: "I don't know if your funds are too tight, or do you think you don't take me seriously. I'll come to help you solve the problem, why don't you even care about the meal? I just don't use it anymore, so I'm still a personal one. It's not good to be hungry, right?"

Tan Lusi pulled a chair and sat opposite him and asked, "Then what do you want to eat?"

Wang Zan grinned and said, "Come hard dishes and order me a few more bottles of wine. You have to watch here at night. I'll drink and wait."

Zhao Ming immediately asked a little confusedly, "Since you are watching, what if you drink too much, what should you do if you have been guarding? Besides, the professor and the dean cannot say when they will come over. Isn't that good?"

Wang Zan waved his hand boredly and said, "I know what you can do. You can get it first. This belly hasn't touched oil for many years. Let me tell you, if I don't eat well, there may be problems with inspiration..."

Not long after, Tan Lusi ordered a few dishes for Wang Zan in the hotel, plus a dozen beer, and then he sat directly at the table in the conference room and started drinking, looking at his condition like he was eating and drinking.

Over the years of traveling around the world, Wang Zan began to have a similar temperament to his father, that is, he didn't know what his face was, and he always adhered to the attitude of being at ease when he came.

At this time, Tan Lusi chatted with Wang Zan and asked, "Director Xu didn't say clearly before, what exactly are you doing, can I ask?"

Wang Zan drank a big sip of beer, then wiped the wine from his mouth and raised his head and said, "What do you think? You may not have heard of the one you made. The ancestral inheritance is the skill of a knife credit man, do you know?"

Tan Lusi and Zhao Ming both looked at each other and shook their heads. Indeed, for young people today, the knife credit has become an extremely rare word. In fact, let alone them, Wang Zan thought about himself, and he has been tied up by foreign affairs in recent years. It seems that his knife credit credit skills have not been thrilled for a long time. Wang Zan also felt that when these private affairs could pass, he still had to pick up this industry, otherwise the inheritance of the Wang family might be broken by him.

"Like us, the people who make a knife, mainly go through Yin and Yang, look at Feng Shui, and ask for divination." Wang Zan explained, and then said: "You can also regard me as a martial arts warlock. If you believe me, I may have a few brushes on me. If you don't believe me, most people call us a martial arts lie."

After Wang Can finished speaking, he picked up the wine and drank it. Tan Lusi raised his eyebrows. Zhao Ming next to him seemed not to believe it, so he whispered to her: "Director Xu was fooled? Can such a person be invited specifically? Is he really desperate?"

Wang Zan ate and drank with them while chatting casually. Before he knew it, the sky was already dark outside, and the last bottle of wine was gone. He dug the beer bottle, then knocked it on the table with a few bangs, and said, "It's hard to fall asleep in the long night. This little wine is enough to stuff the teeth. I have to have a few more bottles. That, beautiful girl, please call me some more?"

Zhao Ming couldn't help but say, "It's enough, buddy. You're drinking too much. If our teacher sees this, you'll be not a liar and you'll have to be labeled as a hat."

Wang Zan waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's okay, we won't look at the process, we only look at the results. I'll show you a way to solve the problem at that time."

Suddenly, Tan Lusi asked in surprise: "What did you say? Can it be solved?"

Wang Zan pointed to the empty bottle and said, "Please bring me the wine and I will tell you..."

A moment later, Tan Lusi ordered a dozen wine from the hotel to deliver it to him. Wang Zan said with a smile: "Don't look at the advertisements I made, you mainly need to look at the efficacy."

Tan Lusi was speechless for a moment. There was a grassland in her heart. Ten thousand alpacas rushing by. She grinded her teeth and said, "Drink slowly, don't choke yourself to death!"

Not long after, it was around 8 o'clock in the evening. Tan Lusi and Zhao Ming both became a little nervous because this painting had happened many times in the past and changed at this point in time.

So, at this time, Dean Xu and several other professors also came to the conference room, but when they saw a table of beer, leftovers, and cigarette butts all over the floor, they frowned.

If it weren't for Song Laohu's face, Dean Xu might have left on the spot. To be honest, Wang Zan's style is indeed not suitable.

Actually, Wang I feel a little bitter. I have been having dinner with Mr. Song in the Forbidden City these days. The old man’s taste is quite dull and I have hardly ever been involved in meat and fish, so I ordered some good wine and dishes, just to satisfy my cravings.

Several professors shook their heads and sighed. Someone whispered to Dean Xu and either let’s take back the painting, let’s stop here today.

President Xu thought about it, but before he could speak, Wang Zan suddenly said, "You have been waiting for a day and you don't have this time, why don't you give me a trip back to waste?"

President Yuan Xu nodded and said, "Okay, then wait a little longer. After today, let's find a way tomorrow."

"Gudu Gudu" Wang Zan picked up the last bottle of wine on the table and tilted his head and fucked them all. Then he made a drink with no image and squinted his eyes and said, "I'll tell you a gossip, but don't be anxious. If I said that your attempts over the past year were going to be a detour at all, I don't know what I think?"
Chapter completed!