Old Wu greeted Chen Ming from a distance: "Hey, Xiao Ming, youâre back?"
"I came back earlier, havenât you seen the ship all this time?"
"I saw it, just mentioned it casually."
He walked over to Chen Ming, greeted the guard, and handed over Chen Mingâs identity card.
The guards, who were somewhat on guard initially, showed a slight change in expression and became more respectful.
They didnât even confirm Chen Mingâs identity and directly stepped aside.
"Please come in."
It seemed like the factory director or someone had given prior instructions to let Chen Ming pass.
After successfully helping Chen Ming enter the building and ensuring no one was around.
Old Wu habitually placed a hand on Chen Mingâs shoulder, looking quite touched, and said, "You didnât go to Lao Lu, but asked me to deliver the card. It seems you still remember our friendship."
"Of course."
"So what are you here for?"
Chen Ming opened the visor of his helmet, smiled at Old Wu beside him, and said, "Iâm here to see the factory director."
Old Wuâs hand instantly slipped off Chen Mingâs shoulder, but Chen Ming caught him again with a backhand.
Old Wu struggled a few times but couldnât break free, awkwardly laughing, "Haha... I suddenly remembered I seem to have something else, but since itâs rare for you to come back, remember to find me after work, Iâll treat you to dinner."
"Thatâs it."
After saying that, he skillfully twisted his body, pulled out his arm that Chen Ming had caught, and ran off in a flash.
Chen Ming waved at him and didnât mind.
He walked into the building alone and found the elevator.
However, he didnât rush to the factory directorâs office but followed his memory to the office of the Director of the Administration Bureau.
Chen Ming didnât barge in directly but knocked on the door very politely.
A somewhat greasy voice came from inside: "Come in."
Chen Ming pushed the door open and entered, seeing a corpulent middle-aged man, about forty to fifty years old, sitting behind the only desk in the room.
There was no one else in the office at the moment.
The corpulent middle-aged man looked up, saw Chen Ming dressed in power armor, and immediately reached his hand toward the drawer beside him, asking very cautiously, "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"
Chen Ming didnât answer the first question but said, "Iâm looking for the Director."
The corpulent middle-aged man frowned and replied, "Thatâs me."
Chen Ming pretended to look around the office, checking the environment.
"Then whereâs the previous Director?"
The new Directorâs expression darkened, pointed beside him, and said, "Next door, heâs been demoted to Deputy Director."
Chen Ming nodded and turned to leave.
The new Directorâs voice came again from behind, "Use your eyes, theyâre meant for that."
Chen Ming didnât argue back, nor did he get upset, just left the Directorâs office.
However, he casually left a small mechanical device in the office.
This thing will come in handy later.
There was no need to be angry with a dead person.
Chen Ming didnât go to the Deputy Directorâs office next, as he wasnât that familiar with the current Deputy Director.
So Chen Ming didnât wander around and went straight to the factory directorâs place.
After pushing open the office door, the factory director gestured for Chen Ming to come over.
On his way over, Chen Ming casually dismantled the power armor he was wearing and then sat in front of the factory director.
The factory director pushed two cards and a few paper newspapers on the desk over to Chen Ming.
"Whatâs this?"
Chen Ming casually took them and found it was an academic journal.
On the front page, there was a line of large text.
"Good News! Sinda Rockwell Corporation Achieves Major Breakthrough in Antimatter Technology Research!"