At the end of the award ceremony, professor Rudolf Wagner walked through the crowd and enjoyed the best moments of his life. Zheng Ren, on the other hand, stood at the side, waiting for the banquet to begin.
"Boss, what did you mean by that?" Su Yun asked.
"Nothing, I just thought of little stone." Zheng Ren said,"don't you think that standing under the 'n' shape's projection light is like standing on an operating table? At that time, my hands were a little itchy. "
"Then you're going to tell the king that it's meaningless?"
"Who knows? it's hard to define meaning. He said that my work was meaningful, so I thought of little stone." Zheng Ren said indifferently.
"Heh, you're the only one who can say that." Su Yun understood Zheng Ren's thoughts. This fellow probably did not think too much about it. It was as if he was standing on the operating table and chatting, and he just casually said what he was thinking.
