"President Zheng! Yun 'er!" Fan Tianshui jogged to 912, his muscles exuding a high-spirited energy.
Zheng Ren was rather envious. If elder fan could be digitized, his energy value would probably have reached more than 2000.
Zheng Ren was not thinking about anything else. The most important thing he was struggling with was his energy. As long as he could solve the problem with his energy points, he would definitely win ten consecutive Nobel Prizes. The eye of truth was too powerful.
Fortunately, the big pig trotter gave him a way out, so he could accumulate it bit by bit.
"Let's go,"he said. Zheng Ren said.
"We are ..." Fan Tianshui knew that something must have happened, so he asked immediately.
"There's a group food poisoning incident. We need to cooperate with the health Bureau and Public Security Bureau to investigate." Zheng Ren said.
