They were unable to receive Ji Xinghe's gift today. Wang will receive it tomorrow, and Dr. Zhao in four days, so they have plenty of time.
They weren't the only ones waiting in line; a few others gathered around.
A curious Lieutenant officer asked a question.
"Two experts, does the old man's gift really help you with research? Don't get me wrong, I'm just purely curious."
Dr. Zhao recalled the confidentiality agreement before speaking: "It really can. You know about bio-material mecha technology, right?"
"I've heard of it, but I don't know the specifics; my clearance isn't high enough. Expert, please don't get me into trouble; don't say what you can't say."
"Nonsense."
Dr. Zhao instinctively glared at the Lieutenant, noticing his sweaty appearance. He must have just completed training and suddenly felt a bit sympathetic, so his gaze and tone softened instantly.
