The research progress on Whale Island is extremely slow. Whether it is supplementary testing of whale brain data or extracting functional cells and sending them to the biomechanics laboratory for determination of intracellular components, they are all at a standstill.

It's still the first month of the year. Wei Hanyang is a considerate boss, and he approves both personal leave and sick leave during the Spring Festival. There are only a few singles on the island who take the initiative to stay on duty, and no one is interested in working.

On the return trip, Lanze took the business class flight with his children as usual. After the plane took off, the children lay on the seats and fell asleep one after another, and he was also a little groggy.

Suddenly his bracelet flashed blue.

In a trance, a line of text emerged:

[Xiaolan, I have good news for you, I am going to lose my job!]

Lan Ze stared for a moment. He felt as if he was dreaming.

He still doesn't know what happened to Zhang He that caused him to lose his job. He just forced himself to reply with two words.

【Congratulations】

Yes, if this is true, it would be great news.

Probably, he missed Captain Zhang so much that he imagined the most appropriate solution: making her unemployed.

In the real world, this kind of thing cannot happen.

Zhang He guarded the Kunpeng-class airship Jiahe until the end of the world; the two of them looked at each other through the sky, unable to see each other, and each died in old age; this is the most likely thing to happen.

Lan Ze rested his head on the back of the seat and slowly closed his eyes.

After Lan Ze returned home, his life focused on raising his children as always. He could only find time to complete all the work. He could only train biological designers for the company remotely.

For the sake of training efficiency, he began to design his own courses; then he recorded stock course clips by himself, and spliced ​​them together when he had saved enough for one unit.

The company is making good progress in developing new microbial products. These products are of a hands-on nature, and we do not seek speed, but stability.

As soon as Guozihao Holdings' Northwest Creation came out, the microbial design market was immediately different from before.

In the past, their small company struggled to survive, and they had to slowly find orders by themselves. But now Northwest Creation is strong, and it creates market demand and establishes industry standards.

They are worlds apart and cannot be compared.

Zhang He doesn't know whether he is busy or idle these days. Her life rhythm has changed a lot. Originally, her bedtime is slightly earlier than that of Lanze and the children, so it is actually very convenient to meet on time.

But last year, when Jupiter passed by Jiahe with a large number of satellites, Zhang He took some people to board the most convenient ones for landing among the undeveloped satellites of Jupiter, leaving the joint logo on them.

The yin and yang fish and the Bagua pattern of sex, which is the binary one

, zero and eight numbers expressed in three-digit binary. Once, someone under Zhang He, whose face was covered by a space suit, also left a flying calligraphy graffiti on the dust deposited on the surface of the star: One life, two lives, two lives

The three three give birth to all things, and the laws of the earth, heaven, and the heavens are the laws of nature.

Then her work and rest time became different from before.

Her bedtime has been moved to 11:30 every local morning. This is the most embarrassing time. Lanze has to be busy making lunch from 11 o'clock at the latest. After the meal is ready, the children must concentrate on eating.

They can't play with their mother either.

At night, before the children went to bed, Zhang He got up just in time and was about to start a day's work. Even if everyone met at this time, they could only say a few words.

Lan Ze almost relied on the federation news every day to learn about Captain Zhang Da's developments.

A few days after returning home, one night, he was startled by the news he was watching while lying in bed.

That was a meeting.

The Jiahe left the asteroid belt at some point and reached a position close to the orbit of Jupiter. The heads of the nearby orbital station and the Yonggu Development Base were all on board her ship. Zhang He was actually on his own territory.

The meeting was hosted remotely by the Consortium Earth Headquarters. The communication equipment of the Jiahe was used to achieve the effect of an on-site meeting between the two parties without delay.

The topic of the meeting was probably related to mineral development.

Lan Ze saw on the program that the meeting location included Jiahe. When he cut in and saw Zhang He, the meeting had already been held for a while.

It was probably a live broadcast, right? Because something happened later.

There were many people sitting in the spacious conference room of Jiahe. The rostrum was on the earth, and there were several other conference venues in different locations in the solar system. Jiahe used projections on several walls of the conference room to synchronize several places.

It seemed like there was only a transparent wall of air separating the venues.

Everyone present should be big bosses. Ever since Lan Ze found Zhang He, she had been silent.

Zhang He's neighbor is a talkative person.

Maybe it’s because the sky is high and the emperor is far away, so there is no need to worry about demeanor. When the old man sitting next to him was speaking, he kept pointing out the country. Zhang He calmly stepped back. But he not only pointed out, but also pointed out when speaking.

, and kept shaking his head from side to side.

The limit of Zhang He's retraction was the back of the chair. He could not hide from his fingers and elbows, and could not block the spray of oral digestive juice that came with the words.

Zhang He's face was covered with tiny droplets of crystal liquid. Lan Ze looked extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang He stood up expressionlessly and said to the host of the meeting on Earth: "Excuse me."

"Specific reason?" The supporter was a gray-haired aunt.

"I'm going to wash my face."

The host nodded.

Zhang He's neighbor, probably because his speech was interrupted, watched Zhang He leave his chair unhappily and walk past the wall behind him.

Suddenly, a water bottle flew over from the side.

Zhang He stopped and the water bottle did not hit her. The person beside her suddenly pushed a chair to block her way.

"You look down on me! Bitch, you fucking look down on me!" The old man behind him became furious, kicked off his chair and rushed towards me.

Between the uncle and the man blocking the way, several figures in front of the conference table sat upright without looking back.

Lan Ze's eyes were about to burst.

Before the uncle caught up, Zhang He had already been slapped, dodged twice, and kicked a chair blocking the road. When the uncle rushed forward, she took advantage of the momentum of the uncle's attack and smashed her fist.

It entered the other person's mouth. Blood immediately dripped from his hand. The old man withdrew his hand and wiped his face. There seemed to be white color in the blood spit out from his mouth. I don't know if it was air bubbles or teeth.

At the same time, the boy who was blocking her way had already walked around the chair and got close to her. Zhang He kicked her randomly and happened to hit a critical spot. While the boy was gasping for air, Zhang He hurriedly ran away from the conference table. On the ship

Only then did the venue security guard hurried in from outside the door.

Lan Ze was worried. A weak woman was lucky to be able to protect herself among a pack of tigers and wolves.
Chapter completed!