The "veteran" didn't go to the factory today, saying he was in poor health, so he stayed at home to give himself some time to breathe.
In fact, he did have some slight health problems. Diving into a depth of 180 meters and staying for a long time, even with the support of equipment, was too harsh for an old man.
He was leaning on the sofa, but he was not idle from time to time. He kept swiping his fingers in the virtual workspace, tracing out the formed or unformed "foundation structure."
Shelter…
This is a good thing, but the outside world is very tight. The Soul Cult, which was originally developing in a low-key manner, suddenly became the target of everyone's shouting and beating, and the reason was so absurd.
From afar, "veterans" can smell the smell of conspiracy.
Not to mention whether the Soul Cult is innocent or not, how do you teach this kind of work? How do you learn it? These are all things that require a lot of thinking.
Some people just die and throw away all the problems...
The bracelet vibrated and communication was connected. Seeing the caller ID, the "veteran" raised his head, but the call was quickly answered:
"Hello, Secretary Yin. Yes, I'm not in the factory. Do you want to continue talking?
"Looking for a studio? Find me? President Okudaira Yoshizo can definitely recommend a better one than me... Haha, what kind of professional am I? But if Mr. Mo insists, I can indeed help from the perspective of a technician.
Reference Reference.
"Come and pick her up? No need, right? OK, I'm not welcome."
After the brief phone call ended, the old hand scratched his gray hair, inevitably wondering: Is the Blood Flame Order trying to open a breakthrough from me? Where did I get this face?
In any case, Mr. Mo is still very respectful. Even the female secretary who is overly arrogant, when she came to talk the next day, she acted like a "master guard", and her posture was very upright, and the veteran would eat it.
This set.
What's more troublesome is that I have been looking for people too frequently in the past two days, and my rhythm here has been completely disrupted.
"Yes, the research is suspended. Although it is said that death is the most important thing, life will continue... Brother, just wait a little longer."
The veteran had seen a lot of life and death in the wilderness, and not to mention having a hard-hearted heart, he could still pick it up and put it down. He erased all the graphic structures of the transcription and research in the virtual workspace, tidied it up a little, and prepared to go out and deal with it again.
Before leaving the house, he remembered something and dialed a number. After more than ten seconds, the person on the other end answered the call, his voice hoarse and tired:
"Uncle Shou?"
"Xiao Jiang, did you stay up late again?"
"It's okay, I'm used to it. Uncle Shou, just tell me."
"Oh, that's right."
The veteran explained the call just now and asked: "I think Mr. Mo has a very good attitude, and he seems to be sincere about the acquisition. What studio he said he was looking for today, I think it was just a reason, or...
You want to talk to us... You are our leader, why not take this opportunity to meet?"
"I just put up a name to facilitate everyone's work, and I won't be involved in the specifics. Uncle Shou, you can make the decision." The voice of "Xiao Jiang" on the other side was soft, but very firm.
Finally, she reminded: "Of course it's good to negotiate. If we can't negotiate, there's no need to force it. After all, Sakaeng is xenophobic, and Pingmao Market is not a kind place..."
"You've traveled across the ocean to get here, how can you care so much?"
A veteran can see clearly: "Aberration-infected people are still resources to some extent, and they will not be cleared out so quickly, but they will not be simply let go. Now that we have come to Sancheng, we may not be able to go back within a generation."
, it would be nice to have a foundation for everyone to settle down."
A gentle sigh came from the other side: "Uncle Shou, you have taken so much trouble."
"It's me who wants to thank you. At this age, I have nothing to worry about, but I still have to take care of those bottles and jars, old and young. I can't help it, but I still owe you for your support."
"Uncle Shou. As I said earlier, this can be regarded as repaying my debt of conscience..."
"Come on, let's not talk about this. How are you doing there? Has the ownership of the laboratory been decided?"
"not yet."
"Hey, lrcf has been calling for a unified acquisition for so long. It has not been negotiated for more than half a year. Are you waiting for the Daze Cult to collapse so that you can just collect the junk?"
"From a long-term legal perspective, the current lrcf investment and funding model will be less troublesome. But if there is a clear direction, trying to advance the project faster, and integrating it will be more efficient. I would like to know their direction.
...But looking at the situation in Sakai City, if we wait a little longer, collecting 'junk' might be a good business."
The "veterans" laughed loudly, but in the end they couldn't laugh. The city was in turmoil, and ordinary people like them, especially the "living assets" detained in this three-thirds of an acre of land, would not have an easy life.
Ezuka is right, Pingmao Market is not a good place. To put it bluntly, buying a house here is just to create a beautiful bubble for comfort.
call ended.
The "veteran" sighed, patted his clothes and went out.
During the day, the Pingmao Market is centered around the trading center, and its prosperity radiates outwards and gradually decreases. When we arrive at the "veteran's" den near the mountain, it is already very quiet.
Most people go to work or do business, and the entire residential area looks empty, which is more in line with the traditional style of Sakajo.
The "veteran" stood on the edge 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 yawned again.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a high-end black business car approaching from the opposite side of the street. There were relatively few similar vehicles in this residential area, so he thought it was the car that Secretary Yin was picking up, so he turned around and took a closer look.
.
At this moment, the communication came again.
"I was on the roadside and saw... Hey, you guys haven't arrived yet? No, no, don't worry, I saw it wrong.
"Oh, yes, it's right here."
While he was talking, the mistakenly identified black commercial vehicle slowly passed by him. Coincidentally, at the intersection a little further away, a similar black commercial vehicle drove over. The two cars were in a relatively narrow space.
passing each other on the street.
Later, this car stopped next to the "veteran".
Yin Le deliberately got out of the car, formally greeted the "veteran", and helped him open the door of the main compartment. The "veteran" saw Mr. Mo in the compartment smiling at him, and the wheelchair was placed next to him.
Secretary Yin didn't tell her before that her boss also came over.
Unexpectedly, the "veteran" was really flattered.
Showing courtesy for nothing, either committing adultery or stealing...can it be used here?
Thoughts were running through his mind, but he did not delay. He bent down and got into the car, and said with a smile: "You are too polite."
"It should."
Mr. Mo asked the "veteran" to sit on the guest seat next to him, and said in a slow voice: "I want to stay in Sancheng for a while, but my mind is too busy. I have a workshop that meets the requirements and try some things.
It's very important to me. I'm very grateful that Master Shou can help."
"Wherever, if you don't find what you like, just don't be angry."
Mr. Mo smiled again. There was little of the sophistication of an adult in his smile, but it made this face that could not tell his age look even younger.
The "veteran's" eyes, which have been polished for a long time, could not figure out for a while what kind of person this person was and what kind of temperament he had.
No matter what, the professionals are sure.
The veteran has met many businessmen, but he has never seen a person like "Mr. Mo" who enters the factory as soon as he comes up and goes to the workshop to do experiments after being idle for only two days.
Yin Le also got in the car, sat in the passenger seat, turned to the "veteran" for advice: "Master Shou, where should we go first?"
"How about we go to Yide Town to pick up someone first? I have an apprentice who used to work in customer service and is now engaged in business. He is more familiar with the market than me..."
"sure."
The car started again.
Mr. Mo looked at the neighborhood through the window: "Master Shou's residence is very quiet, but a little remote. How is the security in Pingmao Market?"
"Well, I can only say that it's okay... You also know that there are a lot of immigrants here. We wilderness nomads and reformed people can't have social gatherings every day when we get together."
"That's it."
"Mr. Mo, if you pay more attention to this point, I will take it into consideration. In fact, any better studio that can be rented or sold is full of valuable things, and the location is quite particular."
Mr. Mo smiled and said nothing.
The car drove away from the neighborhood. Just half a minute later, another black business car that had just passed the "Veteran"'s location turned around and came back.
This car looks like a high-end business car on the outside, but the interior space is used sparingly and is filled with instruments and personnel. That is, the driver's and co-pilot's positions are quite spacious.
At this time, the crew-cut man in the co-pilot was giving orders: "Group three, go in and do the job beautifully according to Supervisor Bai's request. Don't rummage through boxes and cabinets like a forced search. We're not there yet!"
As a front-line commander, his instructions are too lengthy and his lazy attitude has affected his team members:
Someone asked: "Captain Jimmy, when will that step be reached?"
"Oh, go ask our beautiful manager Bai."
Captain Jimmy watched the members of "Group 3" sneak into the home of the suspect "Veteran" and put down the intercom. Suddenly he remembered something, turned his head, and stopped at the back half of the main car.
"Perhaps, you can also ask our respectable Mr. Neo. Come on, use your brain and make more contributions to the real world."
At the end of Captain Jimmy's sight, there was a man sitting in a hospital gown. His body was upright, and in fact he was tightly imprisoned by a magnetic ring. At the same time, seven or eight tubes of different thicknesses were flowing from his mouth, nostrils, and even the back of his neck and forehead.
It penetrates into the baby's skin and goes up to the brain, and the end is connected to the equipment on the side.
Mr. "Neo" had a dull expression on his face, but the various electrical signals captured from him formed a very effective flow of information. A large number of blurry and shaking images were presented in a specific projection area.
There are some relatively clear figures inside, constantly switching around, including "veterans".