Gao Wu: I Incarnate As Yama In The Underworld To Judge Life And Death

Just when Qin Yi drew the reward from the underworld carousel.

North District of Nanjiang City, Xinri Laboratory, reception room.

The walls of the room are hung with portraits of various top researchers in Daxia today.

Also framed are many excerpts from scientific newspapers and periodicals.

A thin, white boy with glasses sat on the sofa, looking a little nervous.

This person is Qin Yi’s good friend Zhou Ming.

Opposite him, the director professor of Xinri Laboratory, Wei Hui with gray temples, and a middle-aged man with a mustache were sitting upright.

"Xiao Zhou, drink water."

Wei Hui smiled and handed over a glass of warm water.

Zhou Ming took it with some fear: "Thank you, Director Wei."

For a scientific research laboratory established with official approval, the chief professor is the largest manager and project leader.

In terms of social status, he is not inferior to some famous fifth-grade martial arts masters.

Zhou Ming is a young assistant who is still a high school student.

Facing such a big shot, he was naturally a little frightened.

Of course, Zhou Ming also had some guesses about what he was looking for.

Some time ago, the laboratory conducted a project and encountered difficulties. When everyone was at a loss, Zhou Tianming came up with an idea.

In the end, it actually helped the team get out of trouble.

At that time, the project director promised that if signatures were divided according to contribution, Zhou Ming would definitely be in the top five.

According to the rules of the scientific research community, if the top five contributors to a project with this argument are counted as the main scientific researchers of the project.

I have this resume.

It is absolutely not a problem to enter a first-class research university through internal recruitment.

So Zhou Ming was extremely excited.

When Qin Yigang came back from the training camp, the two of them shared excitedly while having dinner at Yunxuan Tower.

Today, Wei Hui came to see his little assistant in person. What else could he do besides this?

Maybe let me go to a research university while retaining a position in the laboratory, so as to retain my talent.

Zhou Ming analyzed secretly.

Well... Xinri Laboratories treats me well, and this proposal is not impossible to consider.

After all, if I stay in Nanjiang in the future, I can be closer to my parents.

After a brainstorm, Zhou Ming took a sip of the warm water and then said carefully: "Director Wei, when will the scientific research report "Forging of Hull II Type Meteorite at High Temperature" be published."

"I have contacted several first-class research universities, and they are just waiting for this report to be published, and then I will go for an interview..."

Hear this.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the face of the originally stern-faced man with a mustache became even colder.

This made Zhou Ming feel an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

Wei Hui smiled awkwardly.

"Xiao Zhou, I came to you today just to discuss this matter with you."

"That's all, you young people like to talk quickly, so I don't need to make any detours, just keep it short."

"Regarding the signature of the project report "Forging of Hull Type II Meteoric Iron at High Temperatures", I originally promised to place you in the top five."

"But...there are some emergencies now, and I'm afraid there will be changes."

"What?!" Zhou Ming suddenly stood up and exclaimed.

His face turned red and his lips were trembling.

Then he screamed excitedly.

"How could this be? My last sprint time was all spent on this project!"

"Xiao Zhou, calm down."

"Now those universities are waiting for the report with my signature to be published, so that I can let them go?"

"Don't get excited, listen to me first."

"If I miss it now, what will happen to my future? What will happen to my future?!"

"So we still have a compensation plan here, Xiao Zhou, please sit down first."

“If it weren’t for my vision, this project would still be stuck there!”

Wei Hui stood up, pressed his hands down, and continued to persuade.

But Zhou Ming just screamed to himself in excitement.

This was related to his future. He had devoted countless days and nights of hard work, and it was finally about to bear fruit, but was wiped out by a single word.

How to be calm and not angry.

At this moment, he couldn't listen to anything, and the buzzing in his head kept echoing.

Qi and blood surged up, and he clenched his fists.

Suddenly, the whole living room was filled with noisy quarrels.

Sudden.

The mustachioed man who had been sitting there had a look in his eyes, grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it on the ground.

Snapped!

A crisp sound came out.

"Quiet you, didn't you hear me?!"

The man with the mustache glared and yelled.

The sound gathered into an invisible wave and pushed hard towards Zhou Ming.

Let his mind go blank for a moment and stand there blankly.

There was blood coming out of the nose.

The fear of death spreads in my heart.

Such a method is to use the secret method of sound. It is obvious that this man is at least a fifth-level martial artist who controls the power of heaven and earth.

"Hmph, if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

Hearing that the living room became quiet again, the man with the mustache muttered again.

In his opinion, he is just a young boy.

As the chief professor, Wei Hui was able to come and explain to Zhou Ming in person, and it was already good to have a compensation plan.

When Wei Hui saw this, he also sighed.

"Hey, just listen to what I have to say."

"It was just a scientific research report on a project, and you did make some contributions."

"Young man, as the college entrance examination is approaching, I would like to give you a fifth rank. This can be regarded as an encouragement for your hard work during this period."

"But things are different now."

"The senior researchers in the laboratory are in urgent need of this signature. The quota is too tight."

"Of course, there must be compensation."

"I will personally invest and give you 200,000 Daxia coins as a hard-earned fee."

"Just think of it as a little affirmation for a young man like you."

In fact, originally, this signature sequence was given to me.

But today Wei Hui suddenly received news that a huge change had occurred in the Nanjiang Martial Arts College Entrance Examination, and the cracks in the assessment points were contaminated.

Then personnel from the Nanjiang Space Research Institute rushed to rescue.

The incident was resolved very efficiently.

Therefore... the superiors should prepare for large-scale promotion of personnel at the Nanjiang Space Research Institute.

This creates a problem.

That is to say, there will be a large number of vacancies in the original staffing of the Space Research Institute!

You know, the Space Research Institute is not set up in many city-level survival bases!

It is a high-level official organization.

They are also the current key directions for the development of human science and technology in Daxia and even on Blue Star, which can be compared with the field of alloy weapons.

The preparation is far from comparable to that of a laboratory.

There is a huge difference in terms of salary and prospects.

There are countless scientific researchers in Nanjiang City, all of whom are eyeing this vacant spot.

There are more wolves and less meat.

Who to recruit?

How to recruit?

At this time, resume is very important, especially the signature of recent projects, which can represent the activity of scientific researchers.

So... it is normal for Zhou Ming to be replaced.

After a heart-shaking scolding, Zhou Ming gradually recovered.

He glanced at the man with the mustache in horror.

He understood that with this man's strength, killing him was as easy as pinching an ant.

Although in the city, this guy shouldn't dare to kill people blatantly.

But the status gap between the two sides is so huge.

There are still many opportunities and methods to make people disappear without anyone noticing.

For example, in a rift invasion, disguised as the scene of a monster being killed, who can find fault?

Even though humanity in this world is facing many crises.

But everyone is united and it’s still a joke.

Where there is black, there is white. There are selfish worms everywhere, and there will be no shortage of them.

What's more, Zhou Ming's qi and blood were pitifully low.

The murderous aura emanating from the other party was enough to make him panic and make it difficult to think normally. Fear is natural. This is the instinctive awe of the weak towards the strong.

"No, I don't agree."

Even in the face of such tremendous pressure, Zhou Ming still gritted his teeth and refused.

"I don't want any compensation, I just want my own signature sequence."

"Director Wei, please."

“It is very important to me whether I can enter a first-class research university this year.”

"My parents...My parents have been waiting for this day for too long. In order to provide for me, they worked day and night."

"If you don't pass the exam this year, it will be too difficult to get in later."

At the end, Zhou Ming's words even had a hint of crying, and he began to plead.

You know, when recruiting assistants in a laboratory like this, not only do you not get a salary, you even have to pay study fees every month!

Just here, there are still many students pursuing the scientific research path who are trying their best to get in, just to experience themselves.

Being poor in literature and rich in military affairs is only half right in this world.

Martial arts practice requires medicine, guidance from famous teachers, and the purchase of martial arts techniques, all of which require a lot of money.

But what about the path of scientific research?

Bringing a new hand technician sometimes wastes a lot of materials and time, and the cost is not small.

Unless you are really talented.

For example, for someone like Lu Qianhan in martial arts, even if his family background is not good, the country still has a lot of resources at its disposal.

Or in the field of scientific research, if your mind is wild and you can always put forward constructive suggestions, you can also get key cultivation.

But for ordinary people like Zhou Ming, who are slightly more talented, if they miss some opportunities, they will really miss them.

His family background is better than Qin Yi's.

Both parents are ordinary workers, and their combined income occasionally exceeds 10,000 Daxia coins a month.

Support him to persist for another year?

Too difficult.

And except for first-time fresh graduates, the admission requirements are increasing year by year.

The truth is very simple, you have to practice until you are thirty years old before taking the martial arts college entrance examination.

The difficulty level has not increased, and the same points will give you the highest score.

But your talent is much lower than those of those teenagers. The country has a lot of resources to train you, isn't it a waste of blood?

"do not talk!"

When Wei Hui heard that Zhou Ming still disagreed, his face couldn't help but darken.

The original plan was for him to be the popular one and the man with the moustache to be the bad one, but he didn't expect that the conversation would come to this point, and Zhou Ming still couldn't get enough of it.

Wei Hui became a little angry.

"Don't think that your contribution is very big. If it weren't for the conditions and projects provided by our laboratory, how would you have the chance to play it?"

"Okay, if you understand your parents' hard work, then you should use 200,000 to buy some food and honor them."

"If you write ink again, the lab won't give you the money!"

"Think it over carefully and call me after you think it through."

"see a visitor out!"

As Wei Hui said the last two words in a deep voice.

The man with mustache stood up and came to Zhou Ming.

Pushed him out of the door.

Facing this irresistible force, Zhou Ming just lost his mind and kept muttering: "No... you can't do this."

"can not be like this."

Boom!

The door is closed.

The man with the mustache came back and sat on the sofa again.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly.

"Director Wei, about my brother's signature sequence..."

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged." Wei Hui frowned, rubbed his nose and said.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart.

The habits of these warriors are really indecent.

I don’t know if these bad habits from hundreds of years ago can be passed down. Cigarettes...the smell makes me feel uncomfortable.

Of course, as an item that can stimulate the Qi and blood of powerful warriors, the ingredients of today's cigarettes are also very different from those hundreds of years ago.

The mustached man noticed Wei Hui's expression.

He also pressed the cigarette into the tea on the table.

Sizzling——

The fire went out.

"Sorry, Director Wei."

"This is my only hobby for people who go through life and death on weekdays, hahahahaha."

"There is nothing we can do. We warriors are not like you researchers. We just have to work in the laboratory. There is no danger to our lives."

"It's very stressful."

Listen to this apology and explanation.

Wei Hui was even more unhappy.

Self-righteous guy.

The same virtue as his brother.

Compared to these two brothers, he was actually more pleasing to the young man Zhou Ming, who was more down-to-earth and willing to work.

However, this society does not mean that decisions are made purely based on preferences.

Most of the time, profit is the biggest driving force...