After the meeting, Wien dragged Lawrence to the office building to find the chairman.

Since this guy is here, of course he has the best use of everything, right?

"It's Wien..."

Arriving at the highest floor, the assistant lady at the entrance showed a sorry look to him.

"Mr. Chairman stipulates that all people who come to visit must make an appointment one day in advance regardless of their identity. So I am afraid that I cannot introduce you to you today, but I can make an appointment for you tomorrow's itinerary." She said this.

Wien decisively took out Lawrence behind him.

On the way he came, Wien had already emphasized the importance of [Investigation Qualification], and Lawrence also understood what mission he was carrying on this trip. So he said in a harsh tone: "How about being compatible with this beautiful lady?"

The assistant lady smiled with her lips pursed, but shook her head.

Lawrence was immediately unhappy.

"Why can Richard not have to make an appointment?"

"After all, it's His Highness Prince Richard." The assistant lady was shy and timid, "Why do you want to reject him~"

Hearing these extremely flirtatious words, Lawrence's expression turned into a mess.

He thought for a while and said, "Is Richard that good?"

"Yeah!" The assistant lady in her thirties nodded, shy, like a young girl in her prime.

"But he has someone he likes."

"I hate it. I just want to look at him from a distance, so I don't have any dirty thoughts!"

Lawrence had been stuttering for a long time, and felt that he could not continue to say this, so he had to turn around and look at Wayne.

"What should I do?" he asked in a low voice.

"Didn't you say you can do anything?" Wien replied calmly, "If you can't do this little thing well, what's the use of you?"

After being hit by him, Lawrence was dissatisfied with fighting again to face the enemy.

I saw him say to the assistant lady with great momentum—

"I can tell you about Richard's itinerary and give you the opportunity to 'meet' him."

As soon as these words came out, the chairman's office was silent for several seconds.

After a moment, the assistant lady's face turned slightly red.

"I would not betray Mr. Chairman for such a reason." She said firmly.

"but--"

She stood up.

"Seeing that you have a persistent perseverance, I will make an exception to introduce you to you."

Wien's eyes were marveled.

So that's OK... The strange knowledge of buying has increased.

Before entering the chairman's office, she deliberately winked at Lawrence and gave a very low voice: "Don't forget to tell me secretly."

Then, he pushed the door open and entered.

"Mr. Chairman..." she greeted loudly with a lively look.

However, at the moment of opening the door, a clanging sound came from the office, as if something had been knocked down.

Before the assistant lady could say anything, she stopped there.

Um?

What's so responsive?

Wien poked his head out of the door in curiosity and looked into the office.

Chairman Harold did not sit in the seat for the first time, but stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with his head slightly raised.

It seems to be looking at the sky, but also seems to be bathing in the sun.

At his feet, a man-high vertical telescope had already fallen to the ground.

"Chairman." The assistant lady's voice became gloomy.

"You might be... peeping at the female teachers in the school with a telescope again?"

Wien:!!!

Lawrence's expression was also shocked when he suddenly learned the unknown little secret of the Chairman.

Harold jumped up as if he had been stepped on his tail.

"Who has peeped! I haven't peeped!"

He shouted, "I'm just doing astrological research!"

...If you weren't guilty, why did you panic when you opened the door just now?

Wien was speechless at his poor defense.

Sure enough, the assistant lady refused to believe such a bad reason.

"You are coaxing ghosts! Can you see the stars during the day?" she scoffed.

Harold's expression became serious in an instant, "Astrology is not only about observing stars, but also about the positions and states of the moon, the sun and other various celestial bodies at every moment. In this way, according to their guidance, we can explain and predict what is happening in the present world."

Astrology?

Wien thought something.

"Is that?" the assistant lady was skeptical, "Then tell me, when will I get married?"

"Miss Beatrice, Xingxing will not answer such a specific personal doubt. Other methods must be used as aid to barely get a vague answer." Harold returned to the chairman's attitude and sat back on the chair behind the desk.

"But now, it's better for us to solve more pressing problems first."

He looked up at Wien and Lawrence.

"What are the troubles with the two classmates over there?"

Although he did not mention the matter of making an appointment a day in advance, his attitude was not really enthusiastic.

Wien walked in.

Only after the assistant lady closed the door did he reveal his purpose.

"Mr. Chairman, we want to apply for the investigation qualification for blood research."

Harold's expression was stunned.

"Bloodline Research?" He means repeating the word inexplicably.

"yes."

Wien explained the causes and consequences of the social philosophy class assigning homework in detail in front of Harold.

After listening carefully to his speech, the chairman pondered for a while.

"As usual, I would not give ordinary students the qualification to conduct this type of dangerous research," he said.

Wien nodded in understanding.

"I understand. But we just want to complete the subject assignments better and do not necessarily want to achieve specific survey results."

He explained: "So, the main focus is on the research of textual data, and the danger is not very high."

Even after Wien repeatedly promised, Harold was still hesitant.

He began to subconsciously fiddle with the magnifying glass on his desk again.

Wien and Lawrence did not urge and stood aside and waited quietly.

After a long time, he spoke again: "For Tasia and you are the top two in the grade, I can give you special treatment."

"But... before your research report is officially submitted, you must submit a copy to me."

His request was a bit strange, but Wien agreed.

Harold took out a fixed-format investigation qualification license from under his desk, filled in some information, and threw it over horizontally.

Wien accurately caught it with one hand.
Chapter completed!