Chapter 1080： Find a backer to do things well

The expressions of Mu Hanlin and Sang Lao grew darker because of Qi Anran's words, but they had to admit that what Qi Anran had said could possibly come true!

In this world, it's not a blessing to suffer as people said before.

If you are going to suffer from this dumb loss, the other party will have a way to make you suffer a greater loss!

"Then the clarification method you just said is..."

"It's very simple. If theory can't be used in practice, then it will never be elegant."

Mu Hanlin's eyes lit up slightly: "You mean to turn all those theories into reality? Can it succeed?"

Qi Anran smiled: "I told you before that I will not take out semi-finished products. Now that they are taken out, it must be something that has a theoretical basis and can become a reality."

Mu Hanlin was pleased on his face, but quickly reduced his smile and frowned: "But in this way, those people may want to find you even more crazily, find us, and take these things as their own."

"So, it's time for us to find a reliable backer."

"Backing?" Mu Hanlin and Sang Lao looked at each other, becoming more surprised.

"A Zhen told me before that that Uncle Bai is in charge of all of my patents. If that's the case, he should have guessed that I am Ai Zhen a long time ago."

Mu Hanlin understood: "Are you planning to... let President Bai come forward?"

Old Sang snorted coldly, eating the taste: "Azhen Azhen, you remember what he said."

"Of course, he is my husband. If I don't remember his words, who else can I remember?"

Old Sang: "..." Hey, I'm so angry, Xiu En Ai Xiu came to the old man, won't your conscience hurt?

It was the bad boy who broke An Ran, how good An Ran was before, so he wouldn't be angry at him by saying this.

Far away on the border, Huo, who was sleeping and sleeping in various hardships, silently carried a pot.

Mu Hanlin pondered for a moment, but he agreed with Qi Anran's proposal: "It might be a good idea to ask President Bai to help, but is he really willing to come forward?"

"Leave this to me, and I will try to convince him."

"Then is there anything we can help?"

Qi Anran thought for a moment when he heard the words, and shook his head: "I really need someone to help me, but I'm afraid you won't be able to help with this."

Mu Hanlin and Sang Lao were shocked and at a loss.

Mu Sihan felt that this year might be really a fleeting disadvantage. He thought that a pie fell from the sky and hit him, so he entered the coveted teacher Sang laboratory.

But when he arrived in the laboratory, he finally realized how far he was from these real geniuses, and spent a day in the laboratory in a muddle-headed manner.

After finally getting home, before he could catch his breath, Mu Sihan discovered that his male **** was plagiarized by a somewhat famous senior.

Mu Sihan was unbelievable at first, and after seeing the unprovoked accusations and curses of the old man, he rolled up his sleeves decisively and fought against the keyboard guys who cursed the plagiarism of his own male **** for three hundred rounds.

As a result, because the battle was too high, he didn't pay attention to the time, coupled with the fight against the Confucianism, and the anger surged, Mu Sihan was inevitably angry and sorrowful.

Mu Sihan, who stayed up late until two or three o'clock in the morning of the next day, got up the next day with heavy head and feet, her throat was still sore, and her voice was dumb.

If it weren't for the thought of just entering the laboratory the next day, just so hastily absent, it would most likely leave a bad impression on the people in the laboratory, and Mu Sihan would just lie at home.