The next day, Han Junche went to the office feeling refreshed, and even Qi Heng, who was radiating the sweet and sour smell of love, seemed more pleasing to the eye.
However, Qi Heng was destined not to receive a pleasant look from him, because early in the morning, Qi Heng reported bad news to him.
"Director Xin from the Weapons Research Institute called early this morning, asking me to report to you that they found the alien translator on the spaceship wreckage. However, they tried various methods but couldn't activate it; the translator, like the spaceship's mainframe, simply can't be turned on."
Han Junche frowned: "Has Mr. Yang Hong contacted William over there? Has he asked him about the method to start it?"
Qi Heng replied, "These past few days, I've been in frequent contact with William because of the need to transmit blueprints. However, William doesn't know how the translator is activated. The aliens have been wearing it on their special suits, and it's been activated ever since they saw it."
"Even those who served these aliens didn't notice any action by the aliens to turn them off or on. The translator seemed to be in constant use, as if it didn't need any power."
"This is not hard to understand."
Han Junche said, "They are at least hundreds of millions of light-years away from us. The fact that they can come to Blue Star proves that the energy they use is extremely powerful. The consumption of a mere translator is negligible."
Han Junche was also having a headache. Every time he saw a glimmer of hope, he would take a step forward only to find himself in a dead end.
"Where are Mr. Mei and the others? Has Qin Zhao reported any new developments?"
Qi Heng reported, "Minister Qin has reported that although some minor troubles have been encountered, the overall progress is proceeding according to plan, and the ten teams sent out are looking for suitable high-level infected individuals."
Han Junche hummed in acknowledgment: "Report on other matters, and while you're at it, arrange the schedule and free up Tuesday evening next week."
Qi Heng nodded in agreement, and Han Junche began another busy day.
But there has been no progress from the aliens. They now have a mainframe, a translator, and even a spaceship, but they just can't use them.
This left Han Junche feeling like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, and he was quite frustrated.
Returning home under the stars and moon that night, Han Junche, as usual, gave Chi Xia a hug and a kiss, then pulled her to sit on the sofa and turned on the TV.
Nowadays, entertainment options in the entire empire are very limited, and there is only one television station, which broadcasts various news interviews and materials sent by propaganda workers from all over the country on a loop.
This is actually a bit boring, and Han Junche rarely watches it.
Chi Xia initially thought there was something important, but after looking for a while, she didn't find anything. When she turned her head, she saw that Han Junche seemed to be lost in thought, with his brows furrowed.
As Han Junche's bedmate, Chi Xia naturally knew that he was not in a good mood, but he was trying his best to process and adjust.
Chi Xia sighed, reached out and cupped his face, turning his head to face her: "Ache, is something bothering you? Tell me about it."
Han Junche reached out and took her hand off his face, holding it in his palm. He and Chi Xia could talk about almost anything except love. Unlike others, he wouldn't just say "It's nothing" when asked.
He looked at Chi Xia and told her all the frustrations he had been feeling.
After listening, Chi Xia remained silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "Are you free tomorrow? Let's go to the weapons research institute."
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