The Benlei F7 parked on the mountaintop was quietly transported away. Xu Milu didn't know the exact destination, but when Sheng Qingtian left, the look in his eyes was so hesitant and flirtatious that Xu Milu would have thought the director of the Third Institute had some ulterior motive towards her if it weren't for the age discrepancy.
"Little Xu, I know the organization has a confidentiality policy, so I won't ask for the specifics. Next time, if something like this happens again, you absolutely must contact our work committee first. We're the experts here. Don't worry about aircraft or fighter jets; even an electric scooter can be repaired flawlessly if you send it to us, right? So, don't worry, from now on, if you have anything good… ah, I mean, if there's anything you can do to help us, just let us know, hehehehe..."
Sheng Qingtian held Xu Milu's hand tightly, his old face beaming with joy, showering her with endless praise. Even Chen Yuanyu couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in to stop him.
"Old Sheng, tone it down, don't scare Comrade Xu."
For the sake of a fighter jet, his old friend has even abandoned all pretense of decency. If this continues, the National Working Commission, which specializes in researching fighter jets, will be reduced to a roadside hardware store that repairs household appliances.
Isn't it just a fighter jet that can take off and land vertically?
Isn't it just a fighter jet that can take off and land vertically and hover at high altitudes?
Isn't it just a high-tech fighter jet that can not only take off and land vertically but also hover at high altitudes with a top speed of 70,000 kilometers per hour?
As Chen Yuanyu tried to stop them, he couldn't hold back his smile anymore. His usually serious face was now filled with an uncontrollable grin.
"Actually, I didn't do anything special. As long as what I brought back is useful to the country, that's fine."
Seeing that she had passed this hurdle, Xu Milu calmly probed:
“Ren Honghe has been busy with other things lately, and this fighter jet is one she no longer wants. I thought it was some kind of scrap. I’ve been watching over the Shan Hai Restaurant for her recently. If there are any more items like this in the future, may I contact you directly, Director Chen?”
Chen Yuanyu's expression remained unchanged, as if he already knew about this, and instead cheerfully comforted her:
"It's alright. We're prioritizing Ms. Ren's needs all the time. Don't worry. If anything like this happens again, feel free to call me or contact Huang Meng. You're contributing to the country, so there's no need to be so cautious. The organization will also take good care of your family. Don't worry."
It seems that the authorities only knew that she was minding the store for Ren Honghe at Shan Hai Restaurant, but did not realize that she and "Ren Honghe" were actually the same person.
Xu Milu breathed a slight sigh of relief.
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It's unclear what kind of transport the authorities used, but they managed to remove the "battle-ravaged" Benlei F7 from the mountain overnight. By daybreak, all the personnel responsible for protection on and off the mountain had been evacuated.
Before leaving, Chen Yuanyu's men made sure to repair the damaged lawn. Apart from leaving behind an exercise report, the night seemed as if nothing had happened.
Xu Milu slept soundly in bed until dawn, only slowly opening her eyes when she heard the chirping of birds outside the window.
Previously, the Clean Altar Messenger gave her a piece of ten-thousand-year-old paulownia wood. Originally, she was thinking of finding a skilled carpenter to make a bed, but the ten-thousand-year-old paulownia wood was extremely tough. Not to mention that the wood was originally a piece of wood left by a ten-thousand-year-old tree demon. Not to mention mortal ironware, even ordinary divine weapons could not do anything to it.
She had no choice but to give up and simply lay the wood horizontally, then put several layers of cotton quilts on top as a base, which was soft and comfortable.
It was the weekend, and Xu Milu had nothing to do, so she rolled around on the bed a couple more times, stretched her arms and legs, and smelled the fragrance of the new cotton, which made her feel happy.
"Buzz...buzz..."
Her phone, which was beside her pillow, vibrated, its noise disturbing her sleep. She picked it up and looked at the caller ID; it was Zhang Cang.
"?"
Although somewhat puzzled, Xu Milu still answered the phone:
"Hello? This is Xu Milu. Mr. Zhang, is it Sister Ren who called to see you? What can I do for you?"
"Oh, of course not, Ms. Xu. Actually, there are some issues on our end that I think I should inform you of."
Zhang Cang's voice sounded exceptionally polite:
Ms. Xu, you should know that Honghe has been conducting clinical drug trials for the general public. Although it's called a clinical trial, it's actually very safe, and our 'Yingui No. 7' has been proven to be very helpful in treating cancer...
Xu Milu frowned, then glanced at her phone screen again: "..."
She wasn't familiar with Zhang Cang, so why was he calling her on the weekend?
And they called just to promote the basic facilities of Honghe Sanatorium?
Seemingly sensing Xu Milu's mood, Zhang Cang coughed on the other end of the phone and finally got to the point:
"...Ahem, Ms. Xu, our second round of recruitment for cancer patient volunteers has begun. As is customary, each patient needs an emergency contact. One patient, Xu Haifeng, listed you as his emergency contact on his application. I'm wondering if there's some misunderstanding, or if Ms. Xu's family is facing any difficulties. Should I make an exception for you?"
Xu Milu's hand clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. A ringing sound began to fill her ears, and the voice on the other end of the phone seemed to grow distant and unfamiliar.
Miss Xu, Miss Xu, are you still there?
Ms. Xu, would you like me to add this note?
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