Old Wu greeted Chen Ming from a distance: "Hey, Xiao Ming, you’re back?"
"I ca back earlier, haven’t you seen the ship all this ti?"
"I saw it, just ntioned it casually."
He walked over to Chen Ming, greeted the guard, and handed over Chen Ming’s identity card.
The guards, who were sowhat on guard initially, showed a slight change in expression and beca more respectful.
They didn’t even confirm Chen Ming’s identity and directly stepped aside.
"Please co in."
It seed like the factory director or soone had given prior instructions to let Chen Ming pass.
After successfully helping Chen Ming enter the building and ensuring no one was around.
Old Wu habitually placed a hand on Chen Ming’s shoulder, looking quite touched, and said, "You didn’t go to Lao Lu, but asked to deliver the card. It seems you still rember our friendship."
"Of course."
"So what are you here for?"
Chen Ming opened the visor of his helt, smiled at Old Wu beside him, and said, "I’m here to see the factory director."
Old Wu’s hand instantly slipped off Chen Ming’s shoulder, but Chen Ming caught him again with a backhand.
Old Wu struggled a few tis but couldn’t break free, awkwardly laughing, "Haha... I suddenly rembered I seem to have sothing else, but since it’s rare for you to co back, rember to find after work, I’ll treat you to dinner."
"That’s it."
After saying that, he skillfully twisted his body, pulled out his arm that Chen Ming had caught, and ran off in a flash.
Chen Ming waved at him and didn’t mind.
He walked into the building alone and found the elevator.
However, he didn’t rush to the factory director’s office but followed his mory to the office of the Director of the Administration Bureau.
Chen Ming didn’t barge in directly but knocked on the door very politely.
A sowhat greasy voice ca from inside: "Co in."
Chen Ming pushed the door open and entered, seeing a corpulent middle-aged man, about forty to fifty years old, sitting behind the only desk in the room.
There was no one else in the office at the mont.
The corpulent middle-aged man looked up, saw Chen Ming dressed in power armor, and imdiately reached his hand toward the drawer beside him, asking very cautiously, "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"
Chen Ming didn’t answer the first question but said, "I’m looking for the Director."
The corpulent middle-aged man frowned and replied, "That’s ."
Chen Ming pretended to look around the office, checking the environnt.
"Then where’s the previous Director?"
The new Director’s expression darkened, pointed beside him, and said, "Next door, he’s been demoted to Deputy Director."
Chen Ming nodded and turned to leave.
The new Director’s voice ca again from behind, "Use your eyes, they’re ant for that."
Chen Ming didn’t argue back, nor did he get upset, just left the Director’s office.
However, he casually left a small chanical device in the office.
This thing will co in handy later.
There was no need to be angry with a dead person.
Chen Ming didn’t go to the Deputy Director’s office next, as he wasn’t that familiar with the current Deputy Director.
So Chen Ming didn’t wander around and went straight to the factory director’s place.
After pushing open the office door, the factory director gestured for Chen Ming to co over.
On his way over, Chen Ming casually dismantled the power armor he was wearing and then sat in front of the factory director.
The factory director pushed two cards and a few paper newspapers on the desk over to Chen Ming.
"What’s this?"
Chen Ming casually took them and found it was an academic journal.
On the front page, there was a line of large text.
"Good News! Sinda Rockwell Corporation Achieves Major Breakthrough in Antimatter Technology Research!"
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