Chapter 893 - 472: A Small Gift from Fox Mountain

Chapter 893: Chapter 472: A Small Gift from Fox Mountain

In the pharmaceutical workshop.

Machines are running smoothly.

Forklifts are moving back and forth.

Several workers are next to the super centrifuge, guarding a barrel of newly produced material "Sinking Cotton," measuring its dimensions, sticking electronic tags on them, and registering them in inventory.

"How much is this lightweight stuff worth?"

"Don’t even think about it, we produce over five hundred pieces a day, and every single one has already been ordered by various departments. It’s not for sale."

As they chat, they see General Manager Little Fox swaying and shaking its tail, walking over from a distance.

"Hey, does General Manager Little Fox have something dirty on their face?"

"A drop of cream?"

"There wasn’t any cream in the cafeteria today, was there?"

As General Manager Little Fox gets closer, the workers quickly fall silent.

Approaching them is none other than Bai Mo’s fox apprentice, White Tearful Eyes!

On its furry face, there’s a patch of white fur, resembling a teardrop mole!

It considers itself incredibly charming!

"Howl howl howl!"

With a swish, it jumps onto a barrel full of new material Sinking Cotton, leaps onto the rim, picks up a few pieces of Sinking Cotton, looking left and right.

The workers patiently wait for it to inspect.

It nods its head, drops the Sinking Cotton from its paw, and after rummaging around, finds the biggest piece, picks it up, wipes its mouth and face, as if it’s a piece of cloth.

The workers smile wryly.

This stuff... is indeed precious, but if General Manager Little Fox wants to wipe its face, they can’t stop it.

Then, holding that piece of Sinking Cotton cloth, it jumps off the rim, wags its tail, and walks further and further away.

It leaves while wiping its mouth, apparently not intending to return the Sinking Cotton.

The workers are left awkward.

"This...

"What does this count as?"

"Should we report this?"

"Don’t be foolish!"

"That piece didn’t have an electronic tag on it, right? Without an electronic tag, who’s to say if there’s one more or one less?"

"Oh, oh, oh, right, we didn’t see anything."

"What’s General Manager Little Fox doing with that stuff?"

...

On the first floor of the pharmaceutical factory, outside an idle office door in the corridor.

"Expert Bai Mo is in a meeting upstairs, should I call him down when it’s over?"

Fang Xiaoyu holds Su Yaoyao’s hand.

She sees Su Yaoyao wearing a dirty work down jacket, her hair tied back, looking weather-beaten rather than vibrant. It seems that raising pigeons in the mountains during this period has really exhausted her.

She glances upstairs and at the corridor entrance not far away, then shakes her head with an embarrassed smile.

"No!

"Let him be busy.

"Our pigeon project has no office point within West State City.

"It’s already very apologetic to invite the engineers from the communication support department to your pharmaceutical factory, using your venue to adjust equipment.

"Let’s not disturb him any further."

The pigeon project in the Immortal Committee is almost completely abandoned, with no office or venue to apply for, they have to figure things out on their own.

...

Inside the office.

Two bald engineers sit at the table, watching over the computer, debugging programs.

"Hey, isn’t the pigeon project supposed to be canceled?"

"Didn’t the director complain before too?"

"Why did the director send us?"

They’re engineers from the communication support department of the Immortal Committee, responsible for managing and maintaining signal towers and network lines covering the West State immortality security system.

Today’s task is to help the pigeon project integrate a batch of signal transmitters into the existing communication system.

"No choice but to come."

"Do you know who funded the pigeon project?

"Do you know where we are now?

"Expert Bai Mo is willing to support the pigeon project, and our director isn’t? Who does our director think he is?"

The two engineers sigh.

"Anyway, debugging the signals for these pigeons feels pretty silly, what use is it?"

"Breeding these pigeons can’t have been cheap either, right?"

"The signal transmitters on their necks were also expensive to develop and manufacture."

On the other side of the table, a dozen plump pigeons stood in a line, heads held high.

They have feathered ear crests on either side of their heads, and small signal transmitters hanging from their chests.

It’s a small gray rubber ball that can send out signals and alerts if the pigeon pokes it with its bird claw.

"Spending more than on drones to create inferior replacements, this truly is a losing business."

"The cost to produce these pigeons must be unknown. Each one a losing venture."

The two engineers laugh and quip as they continue debugging the program.

Suddenly they notice these pigeons seem to have strange expressions?

Is it a delusion?

Where do pigeons get expressions?

"I feel like some of these pigeons look angry?"

"Can they understand human speech? That’s impossible!"

"They won’t suddenly attack us, will they?"

In fact, they weren’t wrong in their intuition!

Over a dozen pigeons glared fiercely at the engineers!

They don’t understand human speech perfectly... but they can sense that these engineers look down on them!

They’re not intending to attack humans... but seriously want to fly over and dump on the engineers’ heads!

Team leader pigeon Xiao Mayu maintained a serious expression, occasionally scolding other team members.

"Coo coo coo!"

They aren’t ordinary pigeons or common birds; they are all members of the Immortal Committee and must be disciplined!

They absolutely can’t act on impulse!

Squeak...

The office door opens.

Su Yaoyao enters with a broad, somewhat ingratiating smile, looking at the engineers.

"Engineer Chen, Engineer Wu, how’s the integration going?