Zhang Cang couldn't help but sigh. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a mysterious smile on his boss's face.

Xu Milu smiled slightly: "I remember the research institute has a vacuum laboratory? I need to clear it out because I need to pile things up in a bit. Oh, and have the medical team on standby."

Zhang Cang: "..."

Boss, don't do this, he's scared.

After all, the last time this expression appeared on the boss's face was when she pulled out five million and said she wanted to invest in him.

Calm down, calm down. The boss can't exactly pull out a pound of gluttony and smear it all over my face, can he?

Zhang Cang comforted himself.

...

...

Although Zhang Cang had long known that his boss possessed some supernatural abilities, he still couldn't help but shudder when he saw it with his own eyes.

In the vacuum laboratory, Xu Milu wore a protective suit and sprayed dirt from her sleeves like a vacuum cleaner, piling up mounds of dirt wherever she went, making it look like she was visiting a grave in the laboratory.

Looking out the window, Zhang Cang wanted to shout:

Boss! Please stop using your supernatural powers!

Has the person arrived?

Xu Milu carefully measured and filled a ton of lunar soil before shaking off the dust and walking out of the vacuum laboratory.

Zhang Cang quickly followed her obsequiously, fawningly patting the remaining "dust" off her shoulders, almost choking on it in the process.

"I've already notified them, they'll be here soon. Hey boss, what's that? It smells so pungent—cough cough cough cough."

Upon receiving the notification, Professor Huang and Professor Zhao rushed over. Seeing Xu Milu covered in "dust," they were still confused when the other party casually tossed out a sentence:

"Professors, this is a ton of lunar soil, which should be enough to cultivate silver osmanthus trees. I urgently need a batch of cloned silver osmanthus seedlings. I wonder if you could arrange it as soon as possible?"

The way she said that, if you didn't know better, you'd think she was talking about cabbage.

Professor Huang was stunned for three seconds after seeing the true nature of the substances piled up in the vacuum laboratory. He pondered Xu Milu's words for a moment, and before anyone could react, he clutched his chest and collapsed with a thud.

Quite decisive and efficient.

The medical team quickly followed, administering oxygen and pinching his philtrum in a series of actions before the old man finally pointed tremblingly at Zhang Cang, who was brushing dust off Xu Milu, his voice shaking three times:

"Don't take pictures!!! Save them! Save them now!!!"

"Security! Where's security! Call Chen Yuanyu over! Call the space agency to come and take samples!!"

"Lunar soil! It's lunar soil! Save it quickly!!!"

Professor Zhao may be slow to react, but he is quick on his feet. He turned around and tried to pull off Xu Milu's protective suit, as if he wanted to perform a lewd act on the spot.

At the shout of the two big shots, the master's and doctoral students in research coats next to them gleamed with admiration, their eyes practically green with envy as they looked at Zhang Cang.

—We can't go into the lab right now, but we can't waste the lunar soil on Zhang Cang!

Terrified, Zhang Cang remained motionless, only able to watch helplessly as a group of young researchers pounced on him like wolves and tigers, some shaving his face, some wiping his ears, some picking his nose, and some even using cotton swabs to remove the dirt from under his fingernails.

Zhang Cang finally understood what the medical team was for.

It was to prevent him from being overly resuscitated.

At the same time, he also realized a lesson: never test your boss's abilities, because who knows, she might bring back a Godzilla to be used as food one day.