"I'll forget it if it's too long. Write it down on my phone and I'll jot it down."

Jiang Jianzhi took his mobile phone and wrote down his email number on the memo.

[Brother, I don't believe you have a boyfriend, you must be lying to me, right? 】

[Brother, I really like you, I don't understand why you are avoiding me so much now, weren't we good before? 】

[I finally saw you smiling again today, brother, your smile is still so pretty...]

The sudden pop-up of several text messages made Jiang Jianzhi's typing hand pause, and then he handed the phone back to Qi Bai with the same expression.

Jiang Jianzhi also asked for Qi Bai's email account, saying that he would send the bank account number to Qi Bai via email, without much delay, the two parted ways.

When he arrived at the community, Qi Bai, who exchanged contact information with people for the first time in nearly ten years, exchanged email accounts, suddenly reacted, and made things complicated by himself——

What email do you want? He can go directly to the store next door to exchange cash for Jiang Jianzhi!

No matter how bad it is, Jiang Jianzhi can directly leave the bank card account number, and he can transfer the bank directly on the palm of his hand.

Jiang Jianzhi's impact on him was so great that Qi Bai couldn't turn his head.

Jiang Jianzhi also forgot that there was a simpler solution, so he gave himself the email account.

Today's contact with Jiang Jianzhi surprised Qi Bai.

Thinking of the books "Three Sentences, Let the Rich Woman Spend 180,000 for Me", Qi Bai thought in tears while holding the book:

Mr. Jiang really worked hard.

The author has something to say:

Let me tell you in advance that the book and sand sculpture notebook were not bought by Professor Jiang!

Chapter 7 Mail

A lot of people don’t read books, but in order to pack themselves up and make themselves look a little more aggressive, they will buy a lot of books and put them in ashes. Those who are distressed about money will go out of their way to buy empty shell book covers that look very sophisticated and put them at home to pretend.

"Necessary for Men with High Emotional Intelligence" and those thick original books are too incompatible. Although Qi Bai doesn't think the latter is a pretense that Jiang Jianzhi bought back to fill the scene, he also believes that the other party will be familiar with the research. , definitely the former.

After all, those original books are hypnotizing just by looking at the outer shell.

Thinking of the small characters on the cover of the book "High Emotional Intelligence", Qi Bai felt that if Jiang Jianzhi really followed the book to learn, he would probably offend the customers.

He actually admired Jiang Jianzhi quite a bit. At that time, so many people in the bookstore were watching, and Jiang Jianzhi could not change his face and heart while holding "How to Appeal to a Rich Woman", with a look of aloof indifference.

Calm and composure, at first glance, it is a person who has experienced a big scene.

As if it wasn't him who wanted to catch rich women.

After Qi Bai got home, he immediately turned on the computer and sent an email to Jiang Jianzhi, asking the other party to send the bank card account number.

After all the emails were sent, Qi Bai opened the drawer and saw the handkerchief lying quietly in the drawer, and followed another letter:

[Mr. Jiang, your handkerchief is still with me. 】

After posting, Qi Bai saw something was wrong, and continued to make up:

[The handkerchief has been used by me. If you don't want it anymore, I can also give you the money for the handkerchief. 】

That square handkerchief doesn't have any logo, and what Qi Bai knows best about fabrics is canvas, but looking at the texture and workmanship of this handkerchief, it doesn't feel cheap.

A few minutes later, Qi Bai bit his fingers and continued typing:

[If you need it, find a time that is convenient for you, and I will send it to you? 】

At this time, Qi Bai was unreasonably glad that Jiang Jianzhi did not give him an address and asked him to send him a letter with a handwritten stamp.

From this point of view, Mr. Jiang can at least surf the Internet. Although he is a little old-fashioned and old-fashioned, he is not completely abandoned by the times.

【For today, thank you. 】

Qi Bai is accustomed to using WeChat, and the email was accidentally turned into a real-time chat by him——

In less than three minutes, he had already sent five or six emails to Jiang Jianzhi.

But on the other hand, the recipient did not respond in real time.

After Jiang Jianzhi left the bookstore, he went straight back to the research institute, and handed the "Necessary for Men with High Emotional Intelligence" and those few notebooks with neat paintings to his colleagues.

Zhu Junliang took it with his hands as if he had grabbed the last straw: "Thanks, I'll transfer the money to your account."

Seeing that Zhu Junliang was very satisfied with the notebooks, and he was flipping through the notebooks with joy, Jiang Jianzhi reminded aloud:

"Reading this kind of book is a waste of your time."

"You don't understand." Zhu Junliang sighed and looked at Jiang Jianzhi sadly:

"Yesterday was my thirty-sixth blind date failure. The woman said that she had nothing in common with me, and I had to find foreign aid."

"..." Jiang Jianzhi looked at the foreign aid in his hand: "Do you think this kind of book is useful?"

"Existence is reasonable." Zhu Junliang didn't want to answer: "It is better to ask for help from this kind of book than to ask for help from you who have no worldly desires."

Jiang Jianzhi: "..."

Zhu Junliang smiled and said to Jiang Jianzhi:

"Professor Jiang, do you know? The graduate students under you all say that you are a cold-blooded and ruthless devil, a working machine without emotion."

Demon King Jiang didn't care what others said about him behind his back, he put on the experimental protective suit, turned around and entered the laboratory.

Zhu Junliang said with a "tsk" behind his back, thinking that the fact that the hairline of a working machine like Professor Jiang is still so superior can be ranked first among the ten unsolved mysteries of their research institute.

Looking at Jiang Jianzhi's tall and straight back, Zhu Junliang, who was thirty-three years old, sighed with emotion:

"You're still young."

Don't look at Jiang Jianzhi's calm behavior, but Jiang Jianzhi is the youngest in the entire institute, except for students, assistants, graduate students, and handymen.

Due to his excellent grades, Jiang Jianzhi skipped grades one after another while he was studying.

If Jiang Jianzhi's parents were worried that he was too young to integrate into the surrounding environment and would not allow him to skip grades, he might have gone to college at the age of thirteen.