Chapter ３

Jose smiled with satisfaction, which convinced the young man, for he was sure to give Arun his task, but he didn't say anything, and the other person seemed to know, so he said it first.

"The doctor called to ask me to take care of it."

Jose didn't argue, but simply nodded and said.

"To be honest, I really want to take care of myself, but you know, I have a lot of work to do recently, and recently I was assigned to see the students' research. I checked your schedule, so I need your help."

Allen really frowned, trying to put his face in crooked to let people know that he was not satisfied.

Even though, as Jose says, his research plant care schedule is not full yet, it is almost full, and now he hardly needs to sleep. But he also understands that Jose's work is busy, because besides Jose is the director of this organization, he also serves as honorary professor of national universities in this field. His schedule is tighter than Leon Lai Ming.

"I can't promise that I will do my best."

Although inevitable, Allen couldn't help but reply that he was tired. Although he seems to take his daily work seriously and is more infatuated with plants than human beings, it is not that he does not want to rest.

Jose already knew Arun would come, so he pried open the small stake he had prepared.

[Taxonomy is to divide organisms into categories according to phylogeny, determine the general names of categories and species of organisms, and determine the scientific names of organisms. Through classification, the creatures on the earth are divided into five categories: animal kingdom, plant kingdom, plant kingdom (semi-plant, semi-animal), listening heart kingdom (fungus) and mirage (bacteria).]"Come on, Alan, help me. Our organization has lost government support for many years. If your research is successful, it will become a great discovery of mankind. You know the taxonomy work is not over yet, and if you find a lot of plants, you don't need to work here to fund your master's degree unless we can fund your research. I mean, is it bad that the government is free? "

When I heard the word free funding, Alan couldn't hear it. He was tired of living in Brazil and studied and worked for two years. It seems that it will cost a lot to return to the motherland.

"Alan, let me pin the hope of this organization on you."

This is not only the hope of the company, but also Allen's hope. At first, he didn't want to accept the job, but from then on, if his research was successful and accepted, until he finished his work. It is worth a try.

"Dr. Vlad has given me a task. When can I refuse it?"

Joe Allen replied ambiguously that he could not refuse Yue Se's request, which was true. He never turned down Joseph's duties, just some jobs he didn't go all out for, but when he did. Jose knew Arun was well prepared for the job, and if he wasn't interested, he would accept the job without saying a word as he is now.

"Well, do you need a team? I'll arrange someone to help you."

Jose offered to ask for help, but Arun shook his head.

"No, I like to work alone. Many people work very annoying."

It's normal that he never asked you. Yue Se knew, just asking politely.

"Well, if you have any questions, just call me. I'm still running back and forth here, and I will pick up the report regularly."

Arun nodded, and when Jose gave a few more orders, the other party would leave to do his work, which made Arun sigh long and looked at the oval vine in front of him with distress.

The elephant started again.

I mean, the elephant is not real, it suddenly becomes an elephant. Jose returned from his afternoon work and said that an influential professor of botany in Brazil was interested in the study of elliptical vines. First of all, I hope to report it as soon as possible, so as to help enterprises apply for financial support from the government.

It's almost day, and it's time to start working today, although he should have time to clean up other work first.

He returned to the greenhouse with the recording board, holding tightly with his other hand the stick that Joseph had initially poked at the vine with his hand, and then walked around on the vine.

In appearance, almost nothing was twined vines, until it became an oval, almost two meters high, and besides the twined vines, more than a dozen young vines and old vines grew. Old vine, dark brown, bright red buds. I don't know what it tastes like yet. Can I eat it? Or what it does. This is the part that Chao Arun needs to study further.

He spent the whole day conducting a thorough preliminary investigation, so engrossed in his work that he forgot to have lunch at Josephwan and asked one of his police officers to bring him a sandwich, so that he realized that he should give something to his little stomach.

He grabbed a little canvas chair, set it in front of the plants he studied, and placed his lunch on it, and he kept exploring around until his stomach made a protest sound before he decided to rest.

When he went straight to the chair, his foot tripped over a big vine, which almost crushed his face to pieces. If the vine had stayed where it was, he would not have been angry. He walked without breaking his legs, as if he were deliberately putting on airs.

"You are too upset, I will cut it off."

Allen said nervously that this was not the first time the vine had moved, he had been moving, like an octopus-shaped rides at an amusement park.

He said in an understatement, but it was surprising that the vines suddenly stopped moving, not just one vine, and each one made the young man frown.

It's like communication. Threatening and listening.

When I started studying plants, my head and eyebrows became tighter. I met plants for the first time, and I communicated with human beings for the first time.

No, it didn't start with studying this plant. I have to say that he has encountered this plant since he was born. If he comes across this plant in Thailand, then he may put his fingers with his lottery ticket.

Allen, however, was not sure it would communicate with him. Perhaps coincidentally, he decided to try again and deliberately threw his stylus on the ground. Look left and right, no one speaks.

"Give it to me."

Watch your face, watch your back. If anyone comes in and sees him talking alone, he will think he is crazy and gossip about him. Then he will be gossiped and don't know what to say.

After only a moment, a small vine moved away from the base, crept gently along the cold floor tiles, and put the stylus into the air. Allen couldn't help gasping for air. He watched stunned until the vine moved a little, as if urging him to accept it. When he came to his senses, he reached for the pen, and the vine loosened and returned to its place.

He hasn't returned to his hometown yet, so you hastened to call him at first

"Wait, wait."

The Vine stopped suddenly, and Allen clutched his mouth tightly and thought for a moment whether it should be done before deciding to say it.

"Give me your hand... the vine."

Give me your hand. That's a dog, but this is not.

I decided to do it because I wanted to make sure he was right in the first place.