When the gin knocks on the door

Chapter 209 How does this thing work?

Admittedly, how a country is not just a handful of people.The evil done by some people cannot be blamed on all people.

See when a government is indifferent to this bad behavior, it means that the root is rotten.

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw in the news that many people expressed anger at the incident of dumping nuclear wastewater, but this did not affect the decision-making of the upper management in the slightest.

For capitalists, sacrificing the interests of all people in exchange for their own interests is a matter of course, and it is not something worthy of guilt.

And the government is incompetent and can't do anything.

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt a burst of deep sadness.

But to be appointed as an undercover agent, his will naturally has nothing to say.

Adjusted quickly.

Isn't their generation just to build a better country?Japan here is not his real motherland after all, but a similar country.

If this kind of thing really happens in his own country, neither he nor Ling will definitely not sit idly by and have no responsibility!

Zhu Fu Jingguang sat on the sofa, and went back to his room to rest after a while.

Only the TV series Conan sat on the sofa and watched intently.

Zhu Fu Jingguang returned to the room and continued to study the mobile phone.

Soon I discovered the magic of the mobile phone.

He found station b and saw all kinds of videos.It quickly got out of hand and I was immersed in the ocean of video.

Conan and Zhu Fu Jingguang, two completely different people, each found their interests through different tools.

Listening to the sound of the TV from the living room, Ming decided to play games in the room peacefully.

Sure enough, the Internet is better, and they are bored by finding something to do for them.

Conan watched TV in the middle of the night, was forced to turn off the TV by Mingjue, and had to go to sleep.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's stopping power is very good, and he didn't indulge in it for too long. He soon discovered other software and went to study them.

In the room, Conan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, his mind was full of detective Sherlock.

My heart is itchy, I really want to see the follow-up.

Hearing that there was no sound, and feeling that Mingjue should go back to his room to sleep, Conan opened the door, poked his head out, and then tiptoed out.

Mingjue's room is next to the TV, he has to keep his voice down so that Mingjue won't hear him.

He turned on the TV quietly, and was soon blindsided.

What's on this screen?The detective Sherlock he just watched, why is it gone?
He held two remote controls, minimized the sound, and then squatted in front of the TV, studying the various buttons on the remote control by the light of the TV.

After researching for a while, he clicked left and right, and the interface on the screen changed back and forth, but there was no detective Sherlock he was looking for.

"How does this thing work..."

Watching the commercials that popped up on TV, Conan wanted to cry but had no tears.

It's just watching TV, as for making it so troublesome...

He can't even use the TV...

After fiddling for a while, Conan gave up and went back to his room to sleep.

Fortunately, Ming never knew about this, otherwise he would definitely laugh out loud.

Now this TV is getting old and complicated, and there are even several remote controls. Not to mention that Conan can't use it anymore, even he has studied it for a long time before using it.

If it weren't for the convenience of this screen, he usually doesn't like to watch it.

The next morning, Conan woke up early.

Even Zhu Fu Jingguang didn't get up yet.

After washing up casually, he slipped to the TV and tried to study it again.

However, after working on it for a while, the TV screen went black and it didn't see what it wanted to watch.

He resigned himself to knocking on Mingjue's door, and called out Mingjue who was soundly asleep.

Mingjue, who was woken up, suddenly regretted showing him this. He should find him some mystery novels, so that this guy won't be able to fire him...

But there is no medicine for regret in the world. I have already watched half of it, and if I don't show it to him, this guy will definitely not give up.

Mingjue resigned to his fate, turned on the TV, and called up Sherlock, the detective.

Conan watched carefully this time, and wrote down every step of Mingjue.

"Look slowly, I'm going back to sleep." Mingjue yawned, and went back to his room to catch up on sleep.

A good morning is all about sleeping in.

What kind of TV are you watching? It's a waste of youth.

Mingjue didn't wake up until about nine o'clock, and Zhu Fujingguang unexpectedly didn't wake up yet.

Mingjue guessed that he might have overslept because he played with his mobile phone too late last night.

This is easy to understand. People who have little access to the Internet can easily ignore time when they first come into contact with it.

He wasn't worried that he would sink into it, that is, there was some freshness at the beginning, but after the freshness passed, it would no longer be like this.

Mingjue ordered a takeaway and bought breakfast for three people.

By the time Zhu Fu Jingguang got up, breakfast had just arrived.

"Your breakfast, I wish you a pleasant meal."

Mingjue took the breakfast and closed the door, just in time to see Zhu Fu Jingguang coming out of the room.

"I just woke up, I bought breakfast." Ming Jue shook the bag in his hand.

He bought buns, spring rolls, meatloaf, soy milk, and fried dough sticks to ensure balanced nutrition.

There was a gurgling sound from Conan's stomach. He was already hungry, but he was addicted to watching the drama and ignored it.

Being mentioned by Ming Jue, the hunger is hard to control.

He ran to Mingjue, took a breakfast, and ran back to the sofa in a hurry.

Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head and laughed, this kid is really fascinated.

"Don't look at it for too long, it's bad for your eyes."

Conan said without looking back, "Understood."

"Go wash up." Ming Jue patted his shoulder.

"Ah."

Mingjue drank soy milk and ate deep-fried dough sticks, sitting at the dining table chatting with Zhu Fu Jingguang.

"Are you going out today?"

"No, I want to continue researching mobile phones." Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head. He is very interested in mobile phones now, and there are many functions of mobile phones that he has not figured out yet.

"The organization also gave us a mobile phone, but currently it only has the functions of communication and sending and receiving emails." Looking at this now, it doesn't look like the same creation.

Zhu Fujingguang's voice was not loud. Conan watched the TV intently and didn't pay attention to the conversation here.

"It's normal to have few functions at the beginning, and it develops slowly like this."

"About the discharge of nuclear wastewater from Fukushima..."

"That, don't bring yourself into it. You are not from this world, and have nothing to do with you, and you don't need to apologize."

Although the matter is really hateful, it really has nothing to do with them.

"Hmm..." Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent for a while, then lowered his head to eat the buns.

"Does your phone still have power? I'll get you a charger if it's out of power."

Zhu Fu Jingguang took a look, and the battery of the phone was only 15%.

"Not much."

"I'll bring it to you later..."

(End of this chapter)