As the pale yellow sun appeared above the distant rooftops, the report session of the chief assistant in the dean's office was also nearing its end.
The pipe in Professor Yao's mouth never went out, like an engine at full speed, always huffing and puffing white smoke, flooding the upper half of the entire office in thick smog.
"Is there anything else?" After discussing the stack of reports on the table, the professor rubbed his tired eyes, removed the pipe from his mouth, and stuffed it with tobacco. He then looked up at the chief assistant in front of him.
The long Q&A session had drained Zhang Yu's energy and made his voice hoarse.
"That's all for the planned work." The assistant said in a low voice: "But there are a few things, we need you to decide a general direction first."
Old Yao took a deep breath, didn't immediately speak, but raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
"Pop!"
