Teaching Assistant, Seeking Monthly Tickets, Recommendation Votes

Tin City, the afternoon sun made people feel drowsy.

However, due to the pollution from nearby industrial exhaust, the entire city was shrouded in a hazy brown mist, making the sunlight lose its softness.

Gallo was currently in conversation with a young engineer.

"Regarding the issues you mentioned about the sealing and fatigue strength of piston rods in high-pressure steam environments..."

Gallo said to the well-dressed young man opposite him, his speech steady and clear: "I suggest you focus on consulting the following books..."

The young man opposite took out a small, portable notebook, holding a pencil in his other hand, waiting to record.

Then, Gallo fluently recited the book titles and their locations:

"Outline of Applied Thermodynamics, by Hobson, in the engineering foundation section of the New Knowledge Journal Press, green cover; the third chapter discusses the characteristics of sealing materials under different pressures in detail.

Metal Fatigue and Mechanical Life, on the third shelf on the east side of the second floor at Aofan Bookstore, black spine; it contains case studies on micro-crack propagation under alternating stress, which is highly relevant to your problem.

Additionally, John Joe Bookstore recently received a new batch of Frontier Technology Applications compiled by the Imperial Academy of Engineering; the second issue of this year has a short article introducing a new type of highly adaptive metal composite gasket technology adopted by the empire, which might provide you with some new ideas."

The young engineer recorded rapidly, a look of sudden enlightenment appearing on his face: "Thank you so much, Mr. Gallo! The books you recommended will save me a great deal of time! You are a unique existence in this field."

He readily paid the two Fenso book-finding consultation fee and hurried away, eager to find those books.

Gallo put away the coins with a calm expression.

Consultations like this regarding steam engine improvements and mechanical optimization had been frequent lately; students from the Imperial Industrial University and some young engineers were his regular customers.

These young engineers were mostly fresh graduates who encountered problems at work and returned to school to seek help from their former mentors and relevant professors, only to hear about Gallo from other students by chance.

At present, Gallo had even established quite a reputation among the student circles of the Imperial Industrial University; his efficient and precise guidance, built upon massive reading and a terrifying Memory, was the foundation of his foothold in Lubo Lane.

He had just picked up his teacup, preparing to enjoy a moment of tranquility, when he saw a young man in a slightly wrinkled suit and an anxious expression walking straight toward him.

The other party first glanced at the black GG Sign next to Gallo, then asked tentatively:

"Are you Mr. Gallo?"

The other party's voice carried obvious anxiety, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead. After seeing Gallo nod, he continued to ask: "Sorry to bother you, but have you seen Professor Vanason today?

Because the professor often mentioned you to me; he told me before that his greatest interest in coming here to drink coffee every day was to chat with you for a while."

Gallo was stunned for a moment, then a plan surged in his heart. He first invited the person in front of him to sit down, then spoke to him in a deliberately lowered voice to avoid being overheard by others.

At this moment, Gallo showed just the right amount of confusion: "Professor Vanason? No, he hasn't been here today."

He paused, as if recalling: "Come to think of it, it is indeed a bit strange; the professor... seems to have not come for coffee for a few mornings.

I heard from the shop assistant here that Professor Vanason usually comes here to sit for a while before going to work.

And I haven't seen him during the day either."

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a still lake, making the anxiety on the teaching assistant's face even heavier.

"Yes, that's exactly it!

The professor hasn't been to school for three days, and there hasn't been any news!

He didn't ask for leave from the department, and on the day he didn't come to school, I went to the professor's house to visit, but there was no one home.

This is too unusual!

There are still classes in the department, and I have no way to explain it to the students.

Some documents also need his signature..." He spoke almost incoherently.

Gallo frowned slightly, showing concern and contemplation.

He was silent for a few seconds, then leaned forward slightly, continued to lower his voice, and said in a tone that was slightly uncertain but logical:

"Don't be too anxious.

Professor Vanason is a very authoritative scholar and wouldn't disappear for no reason.

I remember... he was very concerned about Professor Jeffrey's expedition in the Southern Continent before." He deliberately mentioned Jeffrey's name and observed the teaching assistant's reaction.

"Professor Jeffrey?" The teaching assistant was stunned.

"Yes." Gallo's voice was even lower, as if sharing a reasonable guess.

"Think about it, Professor Jeffrey just returned from the Southern Continent and brought back so many important research materials.

The two professors are also long-time friends and co-authors of well-known history books.

Could it be that the professor... is too focused on studying those new discoveries with Professor Jeffrey, to the point where he temporarily forgot the time, or even forgot to notify the school?

Major breakthroughs in academics can sometimes make scholars forget to eat and sleep."

He said this in a reasonable and logical way, completely in line with an outsider's imagination of a scholar's working state.

He did not directly say that Vanason must be at Jeffrey's place, but provided a direction that seemed most likely and could best awaken one's thinking.

The teaching assistant's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a straw: "Yes, yes, yes!

It's very possible; Professor Vanason is very likely at Professor Jeffrey's residence, studying with him. How did I not think of this!

And Professor Jeffrey also applied for leave from the school department; he must be at home now."

They used to often discuss things in each other's offices until they forgot the time and forgot to go home. It even reached the point where, when I went to the office to look for them the next morning, they had been heatedly debating for an entire night without resting.

He seemed to have found his next objective, the panic on his face diminishing significantly, replaced by an expression of eagerness to verify the truth.

"Thank you, Mr. Gallo, I will go to Professor Jeffrey's place and take a look right now." The teaching assistant hurriedly expressed his thanks, turned around immediately, and left the Moonlight Cafe at almost a jog.

Watching the figure of the other party depart, Gallo picked up his teacup and took a slow sip, an Eye of Spirituality manifesting above the head of the departing teaching assistant.

This was something Gallo could arrange for him, as it would allow him to keep track of the teaching assistant's movements; he had just successfully lured the assistant into following the line of reasoning he had proposed toward Professor Jeffrey's home.

Because Professor Vanason had been intimidated by Malcolm, he was scared into hiding, and now, as this teaching assistant headed to Professor Jeffrey's home, it might allow the Empire's official organizations to discover that Professor Jeffrey's death was tainted by the influence of some extraordinary power.

The current situation was, all things considered, quite favorable for him.