Chapter 917: Who Likes Getting Shots?

“The production workshop involves confidential information, so I don’t dare to make a decision on my own. I wanted to ask for your opinion.”

“Jiang Xue said that.”

While munching on a chicken leg, Mo Jingchun didn’t speak for a long time. On the other end of the phone, Su Wenyan thought the boss might have thought of something.

Su Wenyan, feeling pressured, didn’t dare to make a sound.

“It’s alright, let them watch.”

Earlier, people from the aerospace agency had come back and forth to inspect many times, but they didn’t seem to gain anything. Foreign research institutions can’t even compare, let alone their reverse engineering capabilities.

It’s truly not that Mo Jingchun looks down on foreign institutions; it’s just that when it comes to reverse engineering, no country matches Xia Country’s strength.

Xia Country’s rapid development to this day is inseparable from the poignant era of our predecessors.

The predecessors of that period were indeed incredible, being able to “copy” the opponent’s products back home from a single visit using only their naked eyes and brain memory.

“Understood, boss. I will ensure confidentiality. During the visit, they are absolutely not allowed to disembark from the electric vehicle.”

“You take care of it, but you need to hand off the access control scan equipment section to Zero. I’ll have Zero design an access control scan system himself. Although the likelihood of a leak is low, it’s still unacceptable to bring any electronic devices or old cameras inside.”

“Old cameras?” Su Wenyan was somewhat astonished.

“Yes, the earliest cameras weren’t electronic devices. Some people just like to exploit loopholes in regulations, catching you off guard.”

On the other end of the phone, Su Wenyan thought, she wasn’t astonished by foreigners exploiting loopholes, but rather how the boss immediately thought of this device — could it be that the boss has been duped by someone using a primitive camera?

Very possible! Better not ask further, lest the boss loses temper later.

“Okay, boss. Then I’ll boldly go ahead with arrangements. I’ll promptly report back how customers respond later.”

“Hahaha, that’s great! I quite want to see them frustrated and unable to vent it.”

After pressing his earphone to hang up the call, Mo Jingchun looked up with a smile at Zero, who was sitting across from him, absorbed in his phone: “You heard my conversation with Su Wenyan just now. Find some time to design an access control system, have it produced in my private lab, then have logistics arrange a special delivery to the Anyang Base.”

Hearing this, Zero looked up and grinned: “It’s already designed. White is currently working overtime on production, and it should be completed by the time you wake up from your nap.”

This way, it won’t delay you from doing your scientific research. Because inevitably, during production, noise will be generated.”

“Oh, quite considerate, huh?”

“Of course!”

“By the way, boss, a file was issued to Candy Technology from higher-ups, and it’s in your private email. I’m not going to read it out loud.”

“Oh?”

Mo Jingchun was somewhat surprised, could it be involving national secrets.

After lunch, Mo Jingchun returned to his office, sat at his desk, and opened the computer to check his email.

He spent a few minutes carefully reading a document of fewer than 300 words, feeling somewhat delighted inwardly.

This time, they really favored Candy Technology. To ensure the normal handover of Candy Technology’s spacecraft and that of various countries, they actually specifically approved a direct spacecraft line launching from Anyang Base.

From now on, as long as the spacecraft launches from Anyang Base, simply booking a half-hour in advance would suffice.

Of course, the premise is during non-exercise and wartime periods by the airforce.

Looking at the appended route maps in the email, Mo Jingchun’s expression appeared a bit odd.

Because the route map above was the exact route of the Wentian spacecraft’s first launch, meaning all future spacecraft launching from Anyang Base will pass through Japan’s airspace. Although by then the spacecraft altitudes would far exceed defense altitude, it still could be discomforting.

To call it a coincidence, Mo Jingchun would never believe it.

Everyone seems to be tacitly understanding each other. After all, the Wentian’s maiden flight path was his application.

No wonder Zero didn’t directly tell him the content of the file in the cafeteria.

In today’s peaceful era, steeped in history, many people have long forgotten those past events. Some things, some words, it’s enough to know them in your heart. Speaking them out could be seized upon by crafty individuals. Although they can’t do much to you, some remarks when expressed can be really irksome.

“There are bad people among the masses.”

“Boss, which bad person, why haven’t I noticed?”

Mo Jingchun pressed Zero’s head down with a big hand, grumpily saying: “None of your business.”

“It’s not a big deal, don’t disturb my nap, OK?”

Zero nodded; when the boss sleeps, unless it was important, Zero really wouldn’t dare wake him.

Given the boss’s wake-up grouchiness, besides Candy and his wife, no one could likely calm it.

As Mo Jingchun lay on the bed, following the October National Day holiday break, the school’s schedule canceled nap time.

After lunch, Candy, Xiang’Er, and Zero strolled on the playground, watching classmates play around joyfully.

Gazing at the nearby concrete steps, Candy’s eyes brightened, pointing at the steps: “Mo Hahan, let’s go over there for a stroll. Too full after lunch, feeling a bit stuffed.”

Hearing this, Mo Hahan glanced at the concrete steps beneath the sycamore tree.

“Okay.”

Arriving at the steps, neither Candy nor Mo Hahan minded the dust and sat down directly.

Then, Mo Hahan curiously asked: “This morning, I didn’t see Wang Haoran on the school bus, did he oversleep?”

“No, the guy fell ill with seasonal flu, was getting injections at the hospital this morning, likely would be returning to the community now.”

Saying that, Candy lifted her hand, pulled up her sleeve, revealing her smart watch, and showed the image Wang Haoran sent earlier in the morning.

“Look, hahaha, Wang Haoran told me the nurse sister jabbed the wrong place with the first needle, then switched hands.”

Looking at the picture of a white tender hand with a needle mark and clearly swollen back, Mo Hahan was somewhat amused and annoyed.

“He’s really unlucky.”

Candy shrugged, saying: “Who isn’t? But it’s true, this season makes it easy to catch a cold. Every time I’m heated up wanting to undress, Zero won’t allow it.”

Beside them, Zero who was head tilted watching a bird on the sycamore tree heard Candy’s words, pouted slightly, looked towards Candy, saying:

“You ought to appreciate my reminders, otherwise injections at the hospital wouldn’t be avoided.”

“Naturally, if you wish to experience high fever injections and suffering bitter medicine, just ignore what I said.”

“Injections…better give up on them, injections are worse than medicine.”

Candy is strongly averse internally towards injections!