If it's just the financial revenue, Chen Qiangsheng can still muddle through for him, but he has no idea about the foundation.
“…… I don't know how to make a draft if I lie! " Chen Qiangsheng thought indignantly in his heart.
Compared with Chen Qiangsheng's worried face, a number of foreign journalists have already been happy.
They found a breakthrough.
"Professor Qin, please answer my question head on." The reporter who asked the question before asked in a loud voice.
Answer?
Qin Luo certainly wants to answer.
Qin Luo smile, eyes on the people swept by, smile said: "qinluo foundation."
Qinluo foundation?
Has anyone heard of the name? Or is this Qin Luo coming?
Compared with the former, they think the latter is more likely.
Of course, it's not just a group of journalists who think so.
Even Chen Qiang Sheng thinks so.
After hearing Qin Luo's words, Chen Qiangsheng almost didn't fall off the bench.
Others just doubt, but he can confirm!
Qin Luo foundation is the God of God. Qin Luo will come here with his mouth open.
"Cough" Chen Qiangsheng gave a dry cough and gave Qin Luo a glance.
However, let him cough, Qin Luo did not look at him all the time.
He didn't know whether Qin Luo didn't hear it or whether he did.
But no matter what, Chen Qiangsheng will say: MMP!
"Chen Bu, don't worry. Since Qin Luo said that, he must have his own ideas." Looking at Chen Qiangsheng's dark face, Fu Zhendong hastens to round the scene.
"Ideas? Bullshit! I think this guy is determined to make big news! " Chen Qiangsheng eyebrows a pick, a face of warm anger, said: "it is usually even if it is done, but now what is the occasion? The draft of the school reform has just been released, and the focus of the world is on it. "
"Once it is screwed up, it will not only have an impact on Qin Luo, but also a disaster to the whole Chinese academic community."
Yes, Qin Luo represents not only himself, but also the whole Chinese academic circle.
Reporter's question, although very sharp, but Qin Luo can also prevaricate in the past, there is no need to point to wheat awn.
"Or I'll take him?" Hearing Chen Qiangsheng's words, Fu Zhendong's eyebrows wrinkled.
La?
You can pull before you start.
But now that the words have been put out, how can we do it?
Stopping Qin Luo now is equivalent to stealing the bell!
"If you are forced to go out by yourself, even if you are kneeling, you have to finish it!" Chen Qiangsheng said helplessly.
You say you pretend to be forced. There is no need to put it on the surface.
Qinluo foundation! Listen to me. It's just so crazy.
Fu Zhendong gave a bitter smile and shook his head helplessly.
Qin Luo is good at everything, but this nerve is too jumping off.
If one word doesn't agree, it makes a big news.
He could have foreseen that Qin Luo would be tortured like this later.
Sure enough, just in the moment when the idea flashed in Fu Zhendong's head, the reporter had already opened his mouth.
"Qin Luo foundation, Professor, is he flaunting himself?" A blonde journalist in the crowd raised his hand.
Flaunt?
I didn't expect you to guess it.
Of course, if you want to return, Qin Luo can't say it.
Qin Luo chuckled and looked at the reporter who asked the question with a smile: "I'm very curious. What would you say so?"
"The reason is very simple. How can you use your own name as the name of the foundation?" Said the blonde with a smile.