Mrs. Jones had been looking in front of the bathroom mirror for three hours. This was the first time since she was forty years old that she paid so much attention to and loved her own face.
The age spots on the skin are significantly lighter, the skin is firmer and more elastic, and the complexion is smoother - this is obviously not comparable to what it was when I was in my teens and 20s, but at least it is back to the state of being fifty years old.
In the mirror, she still looks like an elderly white woman. Her appearance and figure have long since bid farewell to her youth. The excess subcutaneous fat has accumulated into folds, which makes her really not very beautiful.
but......
"Oh! This is really magical."
Mrs. Jones smoothed her hair in front of the mirror. Black could be seen at the ends of the white hair. "This is a revolutionary drug. Who can resist it?"
There was an empty can on the sink in the bathroom. Mrs. Jones grabbed the can and ran to the study excitedly. She shouted as if to solve the mystery: "Honey, it's this bottle of Coke that really works, not that damn pill."
pill."
Old Jones is sorting out his books, most of which are work notes accumulated over decades. These are the most valuable assets in his hands, even more valuable than his mind.
Old Jones was extremely indifferent to his wife's excitement. He buried his head in organizing, and his voice came from between the manuscripts, "I told you that the medicine is extremely effective, but it only lasts for half a year.
This drug should be able to make people full of energy and have no side effects. Now I have become indifferent to money and power and just want to live a good life, so I was easily instigated by that drug."
Mrs. Jones said excitedly: "I specially saved some, maybe I can send it to my friends at Merck Pharmaceuticals. If this thing can be copied, I can definitely make a lot of money."
Old Jones had to stand up straight from the pile of books, shook his head and said: "Dear, have you considered the consequences of doing this? How can we explain the origin of this medicine? Then will we be arrested as an experiment and have blood drawn as a specimen?
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Besides, is it really our turn to make money? Those consortiums will pounce on us and eat everything."
"Oh, don't make it so serious. My friend is not that bad."
Mrs. Jones waved her hand to retort, but she quickly whispered self-deprecatingly, "But it's hard to say. I've seen how those who study medicine treat experimental animals.
There is a lot of pressure to develop drugs. In order to succeed, they will do anything."
A large number of documents from many years ago were found in the study, many of which were stamped with official top-secret seals. Mrs. Jones flipped through them casually and whispered in surprise: "Honey, are you going to move all of this?"
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"Yes. These are test data accumulated during the maintenance of multiple engines. They have been in my hands for at least twenty years. Don't underestimate them. These data are very useful for catching up with backward systems."
"I mean, are you really going to hand all this over? Isn't it too risky?"
"I won't take them all out at once, but I have to sort them out." Old Jones grabbed a book casually, "For example, these inlet airflow analysis, if sorted out, can greatly speed up the research progress of the same type of aircraft.
The mechanical analysis of these aircraft structures is also priceless.
After World War II, the U.S. Air Force developed more than 40 jet aircraft such as F80, F-86, F-100, F-104, etc., with more experimental models. These are only fighter jets, not including bombers, reconnaissance aircraft and the like.
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We have tested almost all aircraft configurations and experienced countless failures and setbacks before we mastered enough data to create the most advanced aircraft in the world.
I'm in the maintenance business, so these are all open to me. Other countries don't have such complete information. The Holy Light will definitely need this stuff, and they will be excited to death."
The materials cleared out from the study were piled up like a mountain, but that was not all. Old Jones also got into the basement of his villa, where there were so many dusty paper materials that even a seventy-year-old man could not move them.
Mrs. Jones advised: "My dear, don't move. You have accumulated so much over the past few decades that you won't have anywhere to put it even if you move out. Just deal with some of it first."
Old Jones was also tired. He sat on the packing carton where the information was stored, panting. He said to his wife: "I will go to the UK first, detour through Eastern Europe, and then transfer to the Holy Light headquarters."
Mrs. Jones agreed, "You might as well go take a look first. There's no rush to sort these things out. We'll try to keep in touch. This won't go well."
The old couple still maintained the necessary caution, but both regained their optimism and expectations for the future. But just when their excitement had ended and they felt tired due to reduced physical strength, the doorbell outside the room rang.
Mr. and Mrs. Jones were startled and felt guilty. The two of them walked from the basement to the door of their home and found Zhou Qingfeng standing outside the door, laughing.
"You must be Mrs. Jones, you look very good today." The door opened, and Zhou Qingfeng shook hands with the old lady familiarly, "I have read your paper on applied physics, but unfortunately I don't understand it.
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The old lady was responsible for leading Zhou Qingfeng into the living room, while old Jones ran out the door carefully and looked around at the deserted street. He turned around and shouted to Zhou Qingfeng: "Mr. Hugo, what are you doing here now? I told you twice
The Queen will answer you."
The old lady sighed and shook her head at her husband, "This young man said he had installed a bug on his body, and he came over when he heard you agreed to go to the Holy Light headquarters to have a look."
Bug?
Old Jones quickly searched himself. But he couldn't see the little goblin flying overhead.
The old lady shook her head again, "Forget it, Jones. These are professional agents, and we are no match for them. Mr. Hugo also knows that you have a lot of luggage that needs to be carried, and he is specially here to act as a porter."
Old Jones was also a little frustrated. He never expected that his words and deeds would be watched by the other party.
Zhou Qingfeng used his powerful affinity at the right time - it is also a 'suggestion technique', which can make others ignore him and also bring him a friendly aura.
"Mr. Jones, I understand your doubts and worries. But I am not an unreasonable person, let alone a ruthless politician. We are in a mutually supportive relationship, but we need to act faster.
You can pack some simple luggage in the past few days. It is best for your wife to go with you and announce that you are going to travel to Europe for a few months. As for the information you have accumulated, we can just transport it and ensure that there is nothing missing."
The incorporeal Sophia floated out of the basement and nodded towards Zhou Qingfeng, indicating that all the information recorded on paper had been collected - this is the benefit of the 'Scholar's Touch'.
As for non-paper materials, just find a way to burn them on a CD and take them away, which is simple and convenient. As for physical samples, just bring them with you in the alchemy workshop.
After being promoted to level 20, the alchemy workshop has expanded to an area of 1,000 square meters and a height of 10 meters. Zhou Qingfeng used it to smuggle VCD machines and compact discs, transporting more than 200,000 units at a time. Even oversized goods can be transported
No problem.
This time when we go to the airplane cemetery, we must fill up all the alchemy workshops.