Ren Zhong shook his head, "Then I really can’t let you work yourself to death. Alright, I’ll take apart this side, you go take a break first. Alas, it’s a pity there really isn’t anyone else I trust, otherwise I would have found you an assistant. Wait a minute..."
Ju Qingng: "What’s wrong?"
Half an hour later, Wen Lei, who was out leading a hunting group, appeared in the underground laboratory with a bewildered face, "Mr. Ren, what’s the matter? This is..."
Ren Zhong patted Wen Lei on the shoulder and said to Ju Qingng, "Let introduce him again. Wen Lei, the top scavenger in Starfire Town. Don’t be fooled by his large build; he’s actually very skillful. Even when he was just a kid, he could handcraft wrist watches. Now he can pick up parts from a junkyard and assemble a makeshift exoskeleton, truck, or my favorite type of chanical keyboard, and so on. He’s also good at repairing electronics and vehicles. He’s a versatile talent who deserves to be cultivated and trusted."
Wen Lei looked around with curiosity and a bit of nervousness, "Mr. Ren, is this the lab dedicated to modifying equipnt just for you? What kind of godly equipnt is this!"
Ren Zhong shook his head, "No, it’s not just for . In the future, all your modified equipnt will be produced here."
Wen Lei was overjoyed, but imdiately shook his head, "No, no, this is too extravagant! Each ti these machines are powered on, the maintenance costs must be millions of points, right?"
"Don’t rush to decline, and don’t get too happy, because you’ll be the one doing the work!"
After saying this, Ren Zhong threw a big pile of operation plans to Wen Lei, and instructed, "Get familiar with them first, morize them, and then practice on the simulator as much as you can. Once your success rate reaches one hundred percent in the simulator, you’ll be able to operate the real machines here. Keep it up, I really need you."
Wen Lei was silent for a mont, "Alright!"
Back when Bai Feng took Ren Zhong’s command and went into danger, Wen Lei felt envious, though he never said anything.
He always had a strong sense of crisis, worried that he’d be eliminated due to incompetence.
Now, even Ren Zhong’s seemingly simple words quietly made his blood boil.
That day, Ren Zhong didn’t go anywhere, busying himself in the Armored Laboratory all day long.
The more work he and Wen Lei did here, the less Ju Qingng had to exhaust herself.
The ramifications of the Alien Ore issue were trendous, and Ren Zhong dared not hire assistants from outside, taking everything upon himself.
Luckily, Wen Lei indeed had a decent talent. After about five or six hours of learning, he was able to initially handle so mindless but precise and tedious tasks.
Ren Zhong guided the operations twice from behind, and seeing that Wen Lei was indeed reliable, he felt at ease.
Like this, Wen Lei left at nine o’clock at night, leaving only Ren Zhong and Ju Qingng.
The two continued to work together until eleven in the evening, completing the disassembly.
Ren Zhong stretched and said to Ju Qingng, who was beside him, "You go to the rest area and sleep first. I’ll work overti here, trying to finish in one go."
Ju Qingng was a bit surprised, "Working all night isn’t good, right?"
"It’s not a problem."
Before heading upstairs, Ju Qingng glanced back at Ren Zhong’s busy figure and thought, this man is fundantally different from other Citizens.
If it were another Citizen worth billions, facing this situation, they wouldn’t personally take charge like he does.
It’s not about whether they can do it but rather that others wouldn’t bother, as staying up all night indeed poses life-threatening risks—sudden death is no joke.
What’s the big deal about not having trustworthy people?
You could just grab so outlanders as labor; after it’s done, dispose of them, and the secret’s kept.
After all, dead n tell no tales.
Yang Bingzhong is a classic example of this.
But Ren Zhong never thought along those lines.
This is sothing Ren Zhong might be oblivious to, but Ju Qingng saw it clearly.
He might be trying hard to disguise himself as a qualified entrepreneur and a ridiculously self-unaware Genius Warrior, but Ju Qingng could see through his facade at a glance.
His very existence emits an invisible influence that can change the hearts of those around him.
Before she fell asleep, Ju Qingng thought, luckily she t him before becoming wealthy, secretly learning true humanity from him, without turning into soone to be despised.
But she soon chuckled softly.
What am I thinking?
If I hadn’t t him, I wouldn’t even dare think about getting rich; being alive would be a blessing.
At four in the morning, an entire experintal-level production line composed of fine parts appeared in the basent.
The Alien Ore processing was halfway complete.
On the morning of the 78th day, the "legacy of Mr. Yang," a large box, was moved in.
Ren Zhong and Ju Qingng, dressed in ultra-strong protective suits, cautiously opened the box.
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