"Cheng Zhen really came?"
Upon hearing Cao Jin's report, Yu Tongguang's eyes gleamed with unusual excitement, followed by undisguised envy. "He's really lucky; he didn't die in the wild!"
He squinted, pondering for a moment, then curled his lips into a smile, a fleeting glint of cunning gleam in his eyes.
"Come here." He beckoned Cao Jin with his finger, waiting for him to come closer before whispering a few instructions.
Cao Jinxian looked surprised, then couldn't hide his eagerness: "Boss, are we really going to...?"
He made a gesture.
Yu Tongguang waved his hand dismissively: "Who told him to insist on barging in?"
He had long disliked the man surnamed Cheng, but he hadn't had the chance before!
The more he thought about it, the more indignant he became. If he had known he would be in this oppressive situation, he should have killed him back then!
So he urged sternly, "Hurry up! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
After the post-apocalyptic world of Oxygen Not Included, the Optical Research Institute became a useless department, undergoing three major layoffs in just a few months.
Because of their seniority, the US military has never been on the layoff list, but in an oxygen-deficient post-apocalyptic world, it's only a matter of time before such a department, which is losing money, is laid off.
"Stop!" There was also a checkpoint at the entrance of the research institute. When the two men saw that it was a U.S. soldier, they immediately came out to stop him.
Mi Jun has been working here for almost twenty years. Although he has always been an ordinary junior clerk, he still has connections. When he saw them, he smiled and explained, "I'm cured of the plague and I'm back to work today."
"You're cured of the plague?" one of them asked skeptically. "Do you have a doctor's certificate? You're not just trying to fool us, are you?"
"No, no, I'm really all better..." Mi Jun didn't know if he was all better or not. In any case, he felt very healthy. He didn't have a fever, his head wasn't dizzy, his throat didn't hurt, and his lungs didn't feel hot. He only coughed occasionally.
Even if things don't go well, he's still wearing protective clothing and a mask, so he's unlikely to infect anyone.
Another person said, "Mi Jun, even if you're really better, you can't come to work now."
"Why?" Mi Jun was taken aback. He noticed that the way he was addressed was wrong. He used to be called "Mi Gong" but now he was being addressed by his first name.
"Don't you know? You've been fired. You're no longer part of our Optical Research Institute." He kindly explained when he saw Mi Jun's bewildered expression.
The person who had asked him about the plague earlier stood leisurely to the side, looking smug.
The U.S. military was devastated and refused to believe that the job he had done his whole life, the job he loved and was willing to dedicate his life to, was gone just like that.
A sharp "snap" snapped him back to his senses.
Suddenly, Jiang Wan lashed out with her whip, striking the gloating man in the face.
"Hey, you little wench, you dare to hit someone?" The man was shocked and angry, and instinctively clenched his fist to punch him.
Jiang Wan lashed out with her whip again, deflecting his fist, and coldly uttered two words: "You deserve a beating."
Knowing full well that the US military officer had already been dismissed, why ask for a doctor's certificate? This kind of person who is obviously gloating and taking a loss for others deserves a beating.
Cheng Zhen immediately understood and reached out to grab the man's raised wrist. With a slight force, he forced the man to release his angry fist.
"You have no manners! He's already been fired, what does the plague have to do with you?!"
While lecturing others, he kept glancing at Jiang Wan.
But Jiang Wan paid no attention to him at all, only looking down at the whip in her hand, her eyes showing surprise.
She never expected that the whip would move in accordance with her will.
She was just about to teach this gloating, indifferent person a lesson when the vine whip struck automatically; the second blow was the one she actually used to hit him.
But the first strike was too fast, catching Jiang Wan and others off guard, so no one saw how the whip suddenly appeared in her hand.
Cheng Zhenbai was not discouraged after his performance. He grabbed the man and pushed him forward, using the two of them to smash through the barrier behind them.
He strode forward with an air of dominance: "Get out of my way!"
"Which team are you from? This is the Optical Research Institute! It's not a place you can just barge into!" They became less and less confident as they spoke.
Therefore, when the oxygen-deficient apocalypse arrives, they are among the first units to be eliminated!
With a casual flick of his shoe, Cheng Zhen lifted a wooden stick from the ground, caught it with one hand, and swept it horizontally, sending a gust of wind carrying a murderous aura towards him.
The two men were so frightened that they tightly closed their eyes, and at the same time, they ran for their lives, shouting, "In! In! In!"
The Institute of Optics is truly an abandoned institution; it is desolate and almost deserted.
Mi Jun entered the laboratory with ease. Perhaps the access control system hadn't been changed yet, because his access card could still open the laboratory building door.
Jiang Wan couldn't help with the optics matter, so she and Cheng Zhen waited outside.
Since they had nothing better to do, and the two remained silent, creating a somewhat awkward silence, Cheng Zhen praised her whip: "You whip it quite well!"
Jiang Wan raised her eyelids slightly: "Thank you."
She was worried about the twins who were home alone, but Cheng Zhen had thrown away their phone cards, so she couldn't contact them now. She didn't want to chat with him at all; if he praised her, she would just say thank you.
Good heavens, the conversation just died like that.
Cheng Zhen rubbed his nose helplessly, then asked, "Why have I never seen you use it before?"
Jiang Wan didn't reply, but instead said to him, "Give me Yu Fen or Yu Yuan's contact information."
Cheng Zhen was taken aback, then heard her add, "It would be best to use WeChat."
Cheng Zhen could feel the veins on his forehead throbbing: "Why?"
Has he become so unattractive? She's talking to him, but she's already thinking about other men?!
He was unwilling; every single strand of his hair seemed to be rejecting it.
Jiang Wan waited a long time for his answer, then looked up at him and asked, "Don't you have one?"
Cheng Zhen really wanted to say "no," but when she met her cold and aloof gaze that seemed to see through everything, she couldn't say those two words. Not only that, she also obediently took out her phone.
But suddenly, as if struck by a divine inspiration, he tapped his finger and sent the video directly.
What contact information do you want?
Jiang Wan didn't care; she was just worried about the twins and wanted to know how they were doing.
The video call connected quickly, and Yu Fen asked, "Boss! What are your instructions?"
"Where are Xiao Shu and Xin Xin? Have they woken up yet?" Jiang Wan asked directly before Cheng Zhen could speak, but she didn't lean in; she just spoke from a distance.
Cheng Zhen was very satisfied with this, and even laid his phone flat so that Yu Fen on the other end of the video could look at the ceiling.
Yu Fen said, "No, there's not a sound in the room, everyone's asleep!"
Jiang Wan frowned. Logically speaking, the two little ones should be awake by now, ready for milk and breakfast.
She wanted him to check on the situation again when the laboratory door behind her suddenly opened, and Mi Jun walked out, his face pale and his voice filled with excitement.
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