Old Hand did not go to the factory today, saying that he was not feeling well. He stayed at home to give himself some time to catch his breath.
In fact, his body was indeed slightly injured. Diving 180 meters deep into the water and staying there for a long time, even with the support of his equipment, was too harsh for an old man.
He leaned on the sofa, but he was not idle from time to time. His fingers were constantly moving in the virtual workspace, drawing the "foundation structure" that was formed or not.
Shelter …
This was a good thing, but the situation outside was very tense. The Soul Order, which had been developing in a low-key manner, suddenly became the target of everyone's curses, and for such an absurd reason.
Even from afar, the 'veteran' could smell the scent of a conspiracy.
Not to mention whether the Soul Order was innocent or not, how could such a job be passed down? How to learn? It was all a matter of brain power.
Some people, once dead, would throw difficult problems at him …
His wristband vibrated, and a call came in. Seeing the caller ID, Old Hand raised his head, but quickly picked up.
"Hello, Secretary Yin. Yes, I'm not in the factory. Do you want to continue?
"Looking for a studio? Looking for me? President Okupinrong San can definitely recommend better than me … Hehe, I'm not a professional! But if Mr. Mo insists, I can indeed help from a technical point of view.
"Come over to pick me up? There's no need, right? Alright, I won't stand on ceremony. "
After the short call ended, Old Hand scratched his gray and white hair. He could not help but wonder, Does the Bloodflame Order want to break through from me? Where did I get the face to do so?
In any case, Mr. Mo was still quite respectful. Even that arrogant female secretary called him "Master Shou" the next day. Her attitude was very proper. Old Hand fell for it.
What was more troublesome was that he had been looking for people too frequently in the past two days. His own rhythm had been completely disrupted.
"Alright, stop the research. Although death is a big deal, life has to continue … Brother, just wait a little longer."
Old Hand had seen many life and death situations in the wilderness. Although he did not have a heart of stone, he could still take it easy. He erased all the graphics he had copied and studied in the virtual workspace, tidied up a little, and prepared to deal with it again when he went out.
As he was about to leave, he remembered something and dialed a number. Ten seconds later, the other party picked up. The voice was hoarse and tired.
"Uncle Shou?"
"Xiao Jiang, did you stay up late again?"
"It's okay, I'm used to it. Uncle Shou, speak. "
"Oh, I see."
The veteran briefly explained the conversation and asked, "I think that Mr. Mo's attitude is pretty good. It seems like he's sincere about acquiring the company. Today, you said you're looking for a studio, but I think it's just an excuse. You still want to talk to us … You're our leader. Why don't we take this opportunity to meet? "
"I'm just here in name to make things easier for everyone. I won't be participating in the specifics. Uncle Shou, you can make the decision. "Little Jiang's voice was soft but firm.
In the end, she reminded him again, "Of course it's good if we can negotiate, but if we can't, there's no need to force it. After all, Bancheng is xenophobic, and the trade market is not a good place …"
"We've already crossed the ocean to get here. Why should we care so much?"
The veteran was open-minded. "The infected people are still resources. They won't be cleared out so quickly, but they won't let go so easily either. Since we've come to Bancheng, we probably won't be able to return within a generation. It's good to have a foundation to let everyone settle down. "
A soft sigh came from the other side. "Uncle Shou, thank you for your trouble."
"I should be the one thanking you. At this age, I don't have to worry about anything, but I can't help but take care of those bottles and cans, old and young. I can't do it, and it's all thanks to you. "
"Uncle Shou. I said it a long time ago, this is to repay my conscience … "
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. How are things on your side? Has the ownership of the laboratory been decided? "
"Not yet."
"Heh, LRCF has been asking for a long time to buy it all together. It's been more than half a year, and they still haven't come to an agreement. Are they waiting for the Great Ze Church to collapse so that they can directly collect the trash? "
"From a long-term legal perspective, LRCF's current investment and funding model will be less troublesome. But if there is a clear direction and we try to advance the project faster, it will be more efficient to integrate. I really want to know their direction … but looking at the situation in Bancheng, if we wait a little longer, collecting 'trash' might also be a good business. "
"Veteran" laughed out loud, but in the end, he couldn't laugh anymore. Bancheng was in turmoil, and ordinary people like them, especially the "living assets" who were detained on this piece of land, wouldn't have an easy time.
Jiang Zhong was right, the peaceful trade market wasn't a good place. To put it bluntly, buying property here was just to create a beautiful bubble, to comfort the people.
The call ended.
"Veteran" sighed, patted his clothes, and went out.
During the day, the peaceful trade market was centered around the trading center, and the prosperity radiated outwards, gradually decreasing. When he arrived at "Veteran's" nest in Linshan, it was already very quiet.
Most of the people went to work or to do business, and the entire residential area seemed empty, which was more in line with the traditional style of Bancheng.
"Veteran" stood on the side of the street, waiting for Secretary Yin to come over. He was old, and he didn't have a good rest last night, so he couldn't help but yawn again.
At this time, from the corner of his eye, he saw a high-end black MPV approaching from the opposite side of the street. In this residential area, there were fewer such vehicles, so he thought it was Secretary Yin's car, so he turned his head and took a few more glances.
At this time, he received another call.
"I'm on the side of the road, and I saw … Hey, you guys haven't arrived yet? No, no, no, don't worry, I saw wrong.
"Oh, yes, it's here."
As he spoke, the black MPV that he had mistaken for slowly drove past him. Coincidentally, a similar black MPV drove over from the corner of the street a little further away, and the two cars passed each other on the relatively narrow street.
Later, this car stopped next to "Veteran".
Yin Le deliberately got out of the car to formally greet "Veteran", and helped him open the door of the main compartment. "Veteran" saw Mr. Mo smiling at him from inside the compartment, and his wheelchair was placed next to him.
Previously, Secretary Yin didn't mention that her boss was also coming over.
Unexpectedly, the 'veteran' was a little overwhelmed by the unexpected favor.
If one was unaccountably solicitous, one would definitely have ulterior motives … Could it be used here?
Hundreds of thoughts flashed through his mind, but he didn't delay. He bent over to get into the car, and said with a smile, "You guys are too polite."
"It's what I should do."
Mr. Mo invited "Veteran" to sit next to him in the guest seat, and said in a soft voice, "I'm going to stay in Ban City for a while, but my mind isn't idle. It's very important for me to have a suitable workshop to try some things out. I'm very grateful that Master Shou can help me. "
"You're too kind. If you don't find it to your liking, please don't be angry."
Mr. Mo smiled again. His smile rarely had the sophistication of an adult, but it made his face, which didn't show much of his age, look even younger.
"Veteran" couldn't figure out what kind of person this person was, and what kind of personality he had.
In any case, he was a professional.
"Veteran" had seen many businessmen, but he had never seen someone like "Mr. Mo," who entered the factory as soon as he came, and found a workshop to do experiments within two days.
Yin Le also got into the car and sat in the front passenger seat. She turned her head and asked "Veteran", "Master Shou, where should we go first?"
"How about going to Jidokucho to pick up someone? I have an apprentice who used to work in customer service, but now he's in business. He's more familiar with the market than I am … "
"Of course."
The car started again.
Mr. Mo looked through the window and sized up the street. "Master Shou's residence is very quiet, but it's a bit remote. How's the peace trade market? "
"Well, I can only say it's okay … You also know that there are a lot of immigrants here. We vagrants from the wilderness, as well as modified humans, can't have a get-together every day."
"I see."
"Mr. Mo, if you're more concerned about this, I'll take it into consideration. In fact, as long as it's a good workshop that can be rented, it's filled with expensive things, and the location is quite particular. "
Mr. Mo smiled and didn't say anything.
The car drove away from the street. And just half a minute later, another black commercial car that had just driven past "Veteran"'s place turned around and came back.
This car looked like a business car on the outside, but the space inside was stingy and full of equipment and personnel. Only the main and front passenger seats were spacious.
At this moment, the man with a crew cut in the front passenger seat was giving orders. "Team Three, go in. Follow Supervisor Bai's instructions and do a good job. Don't rummage around like you're doing a forced search. We haven't reached that stage yet!"
As a frontline commander, his instructions were too long, and his lazy attitude had already affected his subordinates.
Someone asked, "Captain Jimmy, how long will 'that stage' take?"
"Heh, go ask our beautiful Supervisor Bai."
Captain Jimmy watched as the members of Team Three sneaked into the suspect "Veteran"'s house and put down the intercom. Suddenly, he thought of something and turned his head, his gaze stopping at the back half of the main car.
"Perhaps you can also ask our honorable Mr. Neo. Come, use your brain and contribute a little more to the real world. "
At the end of Captain Jimmy's line of sight was a man in a hospital gown. His body was perfectly straight, but in fact, he was firmly confined by magnetic rings. At the same time, seven or eight tubes of different thicknesses were inserted into his mouth, nostrils, and even the skin on the back of his neck. They went up to his brain, and the ends were connected to the equipment on the side.
This Mister "Neo" had a blank expression, but the various electric signals extracted from his body formed a rather effective stream of information. A large number of blurry and shaky images were displayed in a specific projection area.
There were some relatively clear figures inside, and they were constantly changing, including "Veteran."
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