Chapter 828 - 439: Turning Falsehood into Truth? Absolutely Impossible!

Chapter 828: Chapter 439: Turning Falsehood into Truth? Absolutely Impossible!

Hoo...

The cold wind blows at North Suburb Base.

Government cars and cargo vans shuttle back and forth here, coming and going.

Not even a year ago, this was a vast abandoned industrial park, and now every building and factory here is almost filled.

Important departments like the "Drone Center," high-tech departments, can only occupy a small four-story building in the corner of the park.

"When can we get a bigger office!"

In the cramped office, Zheng Yu looked at the narrow window and smiled bitterly.

His deputy, Huang Ming, standing at the desk, chuckled.

"Why hurry, boss?

"The Drone Center is developing so fast, with more engineers, stronger products, and more important business. Soon, we’ll have a bigger office building, a better lab, and a larger factory!

"By then, our factory will be bigger than Traitor’s Wine Factory, bigger than the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory!

"Boss, your prestige will be greater than Expert Bai Mo’s!"

Zheng Yu also chuckled, longing for the possibly forthcoming beautiful scene.

Longing and silly smiling, suddenly recalled something, his smile froze.

"Speaking of which, is Su Yaoyao Bai Mo’s rumored girlfriend?

"Today, Bai Mo sponsored her funding.

"Our Drone Center took the share originally allocated to her by the Immortal Committee.

"But... did I offend Expert Bai Mo?"

He looked at Huang Ming, and Huang Ming looked back at him, both feeling awkward.

The Drone Center has many algorithm problems, many aerodynamics problems, packaged into the expert problem library. A considerable portion of these is solved by Expert Bai Mo!

The two no longer fretted over office size, factory size, or prestige size issues. The most critical question now is whether Expert Bai Mo minds or is angry?

Zheng Yu’s mouth twitched.

"Uh... this... I... I... Should I call Expert Bai Mo and explain?"

Huang Ming also felt awkward.

"This... this... Yesterday, there were four problems packed into the problem library, specifically asking for his help, this..."

Zheng Yu instinctively grasped his mouse, opened the problem library software, stretched out his neck, and stared at his problem list.

"Ha, it should be fine!

"These four problems have been solved!

"Solved ten minutes ago, after he attended the meeting.

"He shouldn’t be angry.

"He is a scholarly expert, still very straightforward, unlikely to retaliate over such things.

"Even if he is angry, he would still help."

Huang Ming peeked at the computer screen too and sighed with relief.

"I think...

"I heard he solves a lot of problems every day.

"Is it possible that our problems were mixed in with others, and he solved them one by one, without even realizing which were from our Drone Center?"

Zheng Yu smiled sheepishly.

"That’s possible too.

"Anyway... let’s not randomly target Su Yaoyao anymore.

"The inner workings of the Immortal Committee are complex, with many temples and gods, very difficult.

"In the future, let’s focus on our business!"

The two chatted for a while, and Huang Ming turned to leave the office, walking through the corridor towards the laboratory.

As he walked, he heard the voice of the Ancient Immortal Master in his mind.

"How did it go? Did the deed get done?"

Huang Ming turned into the break room, sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in a dream realm.

"It worked, but it didn’t.

"Our drone project secured a large sum of funding.

"But Su Yaoyao’s pigeon project wasn’t scrapped."

In this dream realm, it was the dead of night.

The hall was pitch black.

Emaciated Ancient Immortal, wearing a large robe, sat on the Bronze Chair.

He had short hair, looked like he was in his thirties, with a patterned black and white snake around his neck, like a scarf.

The Ancient Immortal sighed.

"Never mind.

"Pigeons are, after all, mortal birds, won’t affect our matters.

"Let her go.

"Check if the lens glass I prepared is acceptable?"

The Ancient Immortal gestured with his hand.

Huang Ming followed his master’s hand and saw the floor of the hall covered in Bronze Slots.

And each Bronze Slot was filled with densely writhing mystical bean insects!

"Master, what... what’s the relation to lens glass?"

The Ancient Immortal sitting on the chair bent over, picked up a bean insect, skinned it, extracted a gelatinous crystal from its body, kneaded and pressed this crystal into a round disc, showing it to Huang Ming.

"How about this?"

Huang Ming gave an embarrassed smile.

"Master, it’s still not workable?

"Lens covers are all hard. And things like contour curvature and refractive indices have very strict demands.

"You can’t just casually shape a piece of gelatin."

The Ancient Immortal smiled and patted Huang Ming’s arm.

"Good disciple!

"It can’t, but you can!

"You need to work hard, think of a way together with me, let it take the shape of lens glass, so it can be installed on drone lenses, okay?"

Huang Ming instinctively bowed his head, looking at the hand Ancient Immortal reached out.

Then heard the Ancient Immortal continue to speak.

"Rest assured, no one will suspect you.

"You are not even Sequence Nine.

"You are the golden project manager Zheng Yu personally poached from a commercial company.

"You didn’t willingly join the Immortal Committee.

"No one will suspect you.

"Even if they do, I’ll help you hide your involvement with immortals.