Pokémon Invasion Marvel

After settling the matter of accommodation and meals, Emerson already had a good understanding of the era he lived in, so he knew the name of this era very well.

Emerson pointed to the courtyard that was only a dozen steps away in front of him, "I just saw that all the people coming out of this were cultural people, so I was curious about where this place is."

The cultural man was shaking his head. How could Emerson know this when he just came over? He just saw the man's dress, so he gave him a small compliment in his words.

"This is an archaeological team that is being formed, and I'm here to apply."

The young man didn't hide anything, he told the answer directly, and then he sighed softly: "Alas!"

Without waiting for Emerson to ask, he continued: "It's just that their review is stricter."

The rest of the matter was not mentioned, but Emerson could guess what happened next. It was just that he was not successfully selected.

After a casual chat, Emerson separated from the young man and walked towards the small courtyard not far away.

"You still can't believe me, these two friends of mine are definitely experts in this field, that's it!"

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, Emerson heard a slightly exaggerated voice saying something. However, due to the angle, he could not see the situation inside the room, so he did not see the owner of the voice.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

A tall and thin man saw Emerson and walked up to ask him why he was here.

The man looked very young, in his early twenties, with very loose stubble on his chin.

Because Emerson's temperament was unique and majestic due to his years of experience, the young man subconsciously felt a little afraid, and his voice couldn't help but become a little softer. If Emerson's hearing hadn't been so good, he might not have been able to hear it.

Maybe the young man noticed something on his own. He was still young and energetic, and a flash of red instantly appeared on his face. He raised his voice and asked again.

"I heard that there is an archaeological team here. Since I am more interested in this convenience, I came over to take a look."

Emerson's experience made him clearly aware of the psychological activities of youth, but he did not care about it. He was very patient when facing his compatriots.

"Wait a moment, I'll inform the teacher."

The young man smiled apologetically and signaled to Emerson that there were guests inside, so he could only wait here for a while, and he quickly entered the room.

Emerson nodded with a smile, indicating that he could just go and just wait here.

Soon, a shorter middle-aged man accompanied an old man with gray hair and walked out. However, Emerson's eyes were not on the two people who were obviously in charge, but on the people who were following him.

Behind the two men stood a lean man. A gold tooth in the man's mouth shone brightly in the sunlight.

At this moment, Emerson suddenly felt that he might have understood which world this was!

"Big gold tooth?"

He tentatively called out to the lean man.

"Why?"

Da Jinya, who was whispering next to the old man, suddenly heard someone calling him. He raised his head and looked over subconsciously, but found that he did not recognize this person.

However, he is a thoughtful person, so he was only stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face returned to his face in the next second, and he bowed his hand to Emerson in a decent manner: "Oh, I didn't know, brother, you are...

"

When he said yes, he obviously slowed down his speaking speed and lengthened his tone, waiting for Emerson to answer.

Emerson also understood what he meant, so before he could finish his words, he casually found an excuse: "A friend of mine mentioned you. This gold tooth is a symbol. I want to see it when I return to China this time."

A fine product from the hands of Brother Jinya."

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

When Big Gold Tooth heard what Emerson said, he didn't care whether it was true or not. Anyway, he couldn't close his mouth.

However, the two of them were going back and forth like this, which made the middle-aged man wearing glasses a little dissatisfied. He first said to the big gold tooth behind him: "Mr. Jin, we still have something to do here, so why not

Sent to you."

Then he looked at Emerson who was standing in the yard, but this time his tone was not so harsh. He softened his tone and persuaded politely: "Sir, this is a professional archaeological operation.

Know if you have relevant experience?”

Emerson's aura once again worked, otherwise he would never have received such 'friendly' treatment.

While he was talking to Emerson, the old man with white hair was explaining to Big Jinya apologetically: "Xiao Jin, I am a student who is not very flexible in this regard. Why should I not be treated well?"

I apologize to you for him."

"Hey, what are you talking about? I was about to leave, right? I'll have my two friends come over some other time. I still have some things to do today."

After saying that, without waiting for the other party to respond, he turned to Emerson and left a message: "Brother, come to Panjiayuan when you have time. Brother, treat me!"

Then he left without looking back, obviously not without any grudges about it.

"well."

The old man sighed helplessly and said nothing more.

As a student, I am already so old, but I don’t understand anything about human nature.

Then he turned to look at Emerson: "Sir, let's go into the room and chat."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to lead the way and led Emerson into the house.

The middle-aged man with eyes wanted to ask more questions because Emerson didn't answer his question, but he swallowed the words under the old man's eyes and didn't say anything.

Sitting on the teacher's sofa in the room, Emerson looked at the old man in front of him and knew that the plot he was in now should be about the ancient city where ghosts blow out lights.

"You still don't know your last name, sir?"

The old man, Professor Chen, sat down opposite Emerson.

"My surname is Qiao, just call me Xiao Qiao."

Almost subconsciously, Emerson reported his last name in his previous life.

"Oh, does Mr. Qiao want to participate in this archaeological operation?"

Professor Chen asked speculatively.

Compared to his students, he has decades of experience in reading people, so he can see more things.

When I first saw Emerson, I knew that he was not only an extremely confident person, but also a person in a high position.

So he didn't quite believe that this person was applying for a position that was lacking in the archaeological team.

That's why there is such a temptation, just to elicit Emerson's true purpose.