Han Junche was waiting outside for Chi Xia to come out, but when he heard her call, he went to the study without hesitation.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Chi Xia snorted coldly and turned to look at Xiao Weiba, saying, "Forget what you've learned. That's not suitable for you. You can learn it when you're two hundred years old."
The little tail nodded as if it understood, "Okay, Mom."
Chi Xia patted his head in the air, then said goodnight to him. After watching him fall asleep, she turned off the lights and left the room.
As for Han Junche, the saying goes, "Hiding from your wife is a temporary pleasure, but coaxing her back is a nightmare." Chi Xia decisively kicked him out of the bedroom: "Don't you like sleeping in the study? Then sleep in the study."
Han Junche said to Chi Xia with a wronged expression, "I told him not to listen, and those words were not said by me, but by Lin Yi and Wang Dalong."
Chi Xia knew, of course, that those words were not spoken by Han Junche. Apart from being a rogue in front of her, he always appeared aloof and noble in front of others. Even when drinking, he would sit there calmly and accept all drinks.
Chi Xia snorted coldly: "Do you know what it means to raise a child without teaching him properly? Do you know why Mencius' mother moved three times? Couldn't you just send him back? What's with this little brotherly behavior at such a young age?"
Han Junche was speechless and silently went to the study with his pillow and blanket.
Even sleeping in the study, in the post-apocalyptic world, such a life is considered quite cozy.
With Mr. Mei and his family's return, these heartwarming days have come to a complete end.
Han Junche, along with the ministers of various departments, went to the airport to welcome Mr. Mei and the ten teams back, as well as international friends who were willing to participate in the deportation plan.
These international friends were all accommodated in a hotel in the Empire. Because they were all high-level infected individuals, they were all placed under Qin Zhao's unified management.
After a day of rest, Han Junche held a meeting for them the next day.
The main content of the meeting was prepared in advance, and it was presented in a graphic and textual format, describing the invasion and damage caused to Earth by aliens.
When discussing the aliens' purpose, a foreign friend said, "I wonder if your country knows where the immune person is? After all, the inhibitor was developed by your country, so you should have relevant clues, or you should have discovered this person."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Mei and the others in the meeting room who knew the inside story instantly turned pale.
Han Junche remained expressionless and looked at the person who asked the question, asking, "May I ask, what is the purpose of your question?"
"Aren't aliens looking for immune individuals?"
The foreign friend shrugged: "They want the immune ones, but that's only to deal with the virus in their bodies. It won't harm the immune ones. Why don't we just hand them over? That way, the aliens will leave Earth, and we won't have to sacrifice so many of them."
His words resonated with many foreign friends.
Someone chimed in, "That's absolutely right. Sacrificing one person can save the entire planet. Why not?"
But some disagreed: "The aliens are already plunging the entire planet into apocalypse just to find an immune person. If you hand over the immune person, what will they look for next time, or what will they need? What do you think the planet can offer in return? They don't treat us like human beings at all. If you keep giving in, they will only take advantage of you!"
"Besides, if we hand over the immune individuals, they'll cure the virus in their bodies, taste the benefits, and have no more worries, then what will happen to Earth will depend entirely on their mood. We're not even as insignificant as ants!"
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