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. He dived deeply into the 180-meter deep water area and stayed for a long time. Even with the support of equipment, it 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 wind outside 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 for such ridiculous reasons.
From afar, "veterans" can smell the conspiracy.
Not to mention whether the Soul Cult is innocent or not, how can this kind of job be passed on? How to learn? These are all things that require a lot of thinking.
Some people just die and throw away all the problems...
The bracelet vibrates and there is communication access. Seeing the caller ID, the "veteran" raised his head, but he quickly answered:
"Hello, Secretary Yin. By the way, I'm not in the factory. Do you want to continue talking?
"Looking for a studio? Looking for 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 call ended, the old hand scratched his gray hair, and he could not help but wonder: 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 always said "master guard" and her posture was very upright, and the veteran would eat it. This set.
The more troublesome thing is that I have been looking for people too frequently in the past two days, and my rhythm 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."
A veteran has seen a lot of life and death in the wilderness, and even if he is hard-hearted, he can 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 with a hoarse and tired voice:
"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 the person over there: "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, Bancheng 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: "The aberration-infected people are still resources to some extent. 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 worked so hard."
"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. Is it waiting for the Daze Cult to collapse so that it can collect the junk directly?"
"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 more quickly, the integration 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 "veteran" laughed, but in the end he couldn't stop laughing. The city is in turmoil, and life will not be easy for ordinary people like them, especially the "living assets" detained on this three-thirds of an acre of land.
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.
"Veteran" sighed, patted his clothes and went out.
During the day, the Pingmao Market is centered on the trading center, and its prosperity radiates outwards and gradually decreases. When we arrived at the "veteran's" nest near the mountain, it was 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. Being old, I didn't get a good rest last night, so I couldn't help but yawn 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 I thought it was Secretary Yin's car to pick people up, so I turned around and took a second look.
At this moment, the communication came again.
"I was on the roadside and saw... Hey, you haven't arrived yet? No, no, don't worry, I saw it wrong.
"Oh, yes, right here."
While he was talking, the mistakenly identified black business car slowly passed by opposite him. Coincidentally, at the intersection a little further away, a similar black business car drove over, and the two cars passed each other on the relatively narrow street.
Later, this car stopped next to the "veteran".
Yin Le specially 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 carriage smiling at him, and the wheelchair was placed next to him.
Secretary Yin didn't mention it before, but her boss also came over.
Unexpectedly, the "veteran" was really flattered.
Showing courtesy for nothing, committing adultery or stealing...can it be used here?
Thoughts were running through his mind, but he didn't 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 low 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 Mamoru can help."
"Wherever, if you don't find what you like, just don't be angry."
Mr. Mo laughed again. There is little of the sophistication of an adult in his smile, but it makes this face that cannot tell his age look even younger.
The "veteran"'s old 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 his temperament was.
Regardless, the pros 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 ask 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 but 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... As you know, there are a lot of immigrants here. We, the wilderness nomads, and the reformers and so on, can't have social gatherings every day."
"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. And just half a minute later, another black commercial vehicle that had just passed the "veteran"'s location turned around and came back.
The car looks like a high-end business car on the outside, but the space inside is used sparingly and is filled with instruments and people. That is, the driver and passenger seats 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 the boxes 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?"
"Hey, go ask our beautiful manager Bai."
Captain Jimmy watched as members of "Team Three" sneaked into the home of the suspect "Veteran" and put down the intercom. Suddenly he remembered something, turned his head, and his eyes stopped at the back half of the main carriage.
"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 in a hospital gown sitting. The body is upright, in fact, it is tightly imprisoned by the magnetic ring. At the same time, seven or eight tubes of different thicknesses penetrated from the mouth, nostrils, and even the skin of the back of the neck and forehead, and went up to the brain organ, and the ends were connected to the nearby instruments and equipment.
Mr. "Neo" had a dull expression on his face, but the various electrical signals picked up from him constituted a rather effective flow of information. Present a large number of blurry and shaking images in a specific projection area.
There are some relatively clear figures inside, constantly switching around, including "veteran".
