Yang Hong snorted. This old guy was really going all out for the mecha blueprints, even making fun of himself about finding a partner.
"You're already so old, almost retired, why are you still looking for a partner?"
Yang Hong snorted again: "Focus on training your subordinates. When we reach retirement age, we old brothers can live in the same courtyard and take care of each other. Don't mess with others!"
Director Xin nodded hastily: "That's right, that's what I think too. We've been together for half our lives, and now that we're old, we can take care of each other. There's no need to add an outsider, don't you think?"
Yang Hong snorted again.
Seeing that his attitude had softened, Director Xin coughed lightly: "Ahem, what did you call me about? You needed a skilled mechanical draftsman?"
Yang Hong stopped teasing him and adopted a business-like tone: "Well, it would be best if the drawing was both exquisite and of high quality."
Director Xin thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll bring people to your place tomorrow, one to draw by hand and one to create by computer."
“It doesn’t need to be that early,” Yang Hong said. “They said it would be three days later.”
Upon hearing this, Director Xin immediately retorted, "No, the sooner we arrive, the better. What if they contact us in advance? If we don't have anyone there, we'll have to wait until next time."
Since he had said that, Yang Hong had no choice but to nod: "Okay, you make a good point. Send someone over tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Hong called Han Junche and explained the situation to him, including Charlie's death.
Han Junche sighed softly: "A person like this, whether he is infected or not, regardless of his race or where he comes from, is a hero of humanity. Once we send people to the United States to confirm the authenticity of the matter, his name and deeds should be recorded in human history."
Yang Hong nodded. If everything was true, Charlie was undoubtedly a hero of all mankind.
Chi Xia learned about this in the evening, after Han Junche had finished and was lazily leaning against the headboard, he picked her up and held her in his arms.
Like Han Junche, Chi Xia also believed that if everything was true, Charlie should be recorded in history.
She patted his chest, watching his Adam's apple bob as he spoke, and felt an urge to take a bite.
However, she quickly restrained herself because she knew that the Adam's apple was one of Han Junche's sensitive spots. If she really bit it, she would probably have to shamelessly call Zhang Xin again tomorrow.
She could only raise her head, shift her gaze upwards to meet his long eyelashes, and then ask, "Mr. Mei, how have things been going with them? Any new news?"
Han Junche looked down at her, gently pecked her lips, and said, "The ten teams are all in good condition and have been in contact with Qin Zhao. Qin Zhao gave a brief report yesterday. The team that went the furthest has already reached the target location. They are using the zombies to find the target."
Chi Xia nodded: "I'm not too worried about the places where they speak the pre-apocalyptic common language. What I'm worried about now are the two teams in F Continent. I'm afraid they won't be able to communicate."
Hearing this, Han Junche smiled and patted her head: "Don't worry, Qin Zhao made arrangements long ago. There are professional translators in the team. Even if there are people who don't speak the language, the country is so big across several continents, there are always people who can speak the language."
Chi Xia felt slightly relieved upon hearing this: "Do you think those aliens have some kind of language translator? Otherwise, how did they brainwash those high-level infected people in the US?"
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