Chapter 290: We Were Supposed to Make Maltose Syrup

In the evening when getting off work, the employees saw the boss who they hadn’t realized had returned, full of admiration on their faces.

They had all watched the news reports, and there were even videos.

This time, the boss had managed to return unscathed from a barrage of gunfire.

Looking at the boss again, he seemed as if nothing had happened.

This kind of mental fortitude was truly impressive.

On the way home, Mo Jingchun suddenly asked Zhang Yuanqi in the passenger seat:

"Has Lone Wolf’s compensation arrived yet?"

"It has, boss."

Mo Jingchun nodded and said again:

"Tell Lone Wolf to focus on his recovery."

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Jingchun spoke up: "I’ve been researching neuron connection technology in the lab this year, and I’ve hit a bottleneck."

"Once there’s a breakthrough in the technology, I can modify a mechanical arm for him."

"Through sensors and neuron connections, allow his right hand to regain its sense of touch."

Zhang Yuanqi was taken aback, and amidst his happiness for his comrade, he "foolishly" said:

"Boss, this is a commercial secret, right."

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll leak this information?"

Mo Jingchun gave Zhang Yuanqi a deep look and said again: "My research is in the final stage. Once it’s groundbreaking, it can enter the commercial phase."

After saying that, Mo Jingchun closed his eyes and rested, not speaking anymore.

"I wonder if they will receive the information and be misled."

Mo Jingchun wasn’t lying. The neuron connection device was one step away, and indeed there were no technical problems.

Instead, the problem was with the hardware.

However, he believed that it wouldn’t take long to find out what was wrong with the hardware.

By then, with the materials provided by the officials, plus his "hard work."

Achieving a breakthrough in technology would be justifiable.

In the passenger seat, Zhang Yuanqi was somewhat dumbfounded by the deep glance from the boss.

What does that mean?

When it comes to fighting, he’s definitely all in.

But how could he understand the hidden meaning in the boss’s words?

Does it mean he can’t talk about it, or can he?

Forget it, let’s leave it to the captain to worry about.

In any case, the boss didn’t avoid talking in front of Xiaofeixia, who’s driving.

And it’s not just Zhang Yuanqi who knows what the boss is currently researching.

At night, the winter wind was piercing, and a fine drizzle started to fall from the sky.

But this drizzle made people feel somewhat aloof.

One spring rain brings warmth, one autumn rain brings chill.

After this autumn rain, the temperature might drop to five or six degrees Celsius.

Another rain, and it might snow.

Outside the villa, while the boss was cooking in the kitchen, Zhang Yuanqi pulled Xiaofeixia along to find the captain and recounted what happened in the car.

After listening to Zhang Yuanqi and Xiaofeixia, Wild Wolf furrowed his brows.

"Are you sure the boss gave you a deep look and repeatedly said the research had reached the final step and hit a bottleneck?"

Zhang Yuanqi recalled the scene in the car in his mind and nodded affirmatively, "Captain, I’m very sure."

Wild Wolf, whose furrowed brows relaxed, murmured, "Alright, I get it now."

"You two just pretend nothing happened, and I’ll handle the rest."

What Wild Wolf, Zhang Yuanqi, and Xiaofeixia didn’t know was that their conversation was heard loud and clear by Mo Jingchun, who was cooking in the kitchen.

If Mo Jingchun wanted to, there could be a video too.

They really thought Zero was an artificial idiot? What a joke!

But judging from Wild Wolf’s tone, it seemed he understood his hint.

It’s just not known if the officials will play along with his wishes.

Outside, the cold wind howled violently.

Li Hongliang, who was lying on the rooftop, couldn’t help but zip up his coat.

This weather, even though it wasn’t January yet, was extremely cold.

In the past two years, summers have been unbearably hot, and winters unbearably cold.

The feeling was as if spring and autumn had shortened.

Inside the room, Mo Jingchun and the little one drifted into dreamland.

Wild Wolf reported the situation truthfully to higher ups.

The next morning, after hearing Zero’s report, Mo Jingchun nodded and then pretended as if nothing was happening.

"Zero, call Guoguo down for breakfast."

After preparing breakfast and setting it on the dining table, Mo Jingchun asked Zero to call Guoguo down for breakfast.

Taking advantage of the time while Guoguo was waking up, Mo Jingchun scooped a bowl of cat food from the bag and poured it into Bun’s feeding bowl.

Seeing that Bun’s designated water dispenser was also empty, Mo Jingchun refilled it.

Mo Jingchun looked at Bun, who was eating and drinking heartily, with a face full of resentment.

If it weren’t for having raised Bun for over two years and getting emotionally attached, he wouldn’t bother taking care of a cat.

"Sigh, I hope you live a few more years, so Guoguo can be happy for a few more years." Mo Jingchun shook his head and sighed.

Compared to humans, a cat’s lifespan is worlds apart.

Furthermore, Bun is just an ordinary orange cat, with a likely short lifespan.

One can’t even imagine how devastated Guoguo would be if Bun were to pass away one day.

After all, people have hearts, and especially a kind-hearted Candy, and Bun has grown up alongside Candy.

"Brother, brother."

Candy, who came out of the elevator with her hair down, ran straight towards Mo Jingchun.

"Slow down."

"Rushing like that, you might fall."

The little one didn’t care about her brother’s scolding at all and looked at her brother with eyes full of expectation.

"Brother, brother, are we making maltose today?"

"You did promise Guoguo."

Mo Jingchun raised an eyebrow, maltose, huh. He hadn’t made it before.

"Brother hasn’t made maltose before either. After breakfast, let’s ask Grandma Xiang’Er for help, shall we?"

"Okay! Okay!" The little one jumped up with joy.

As long as she could eat her brother’s maltose and achieve maltose freedom.

Not to mention asking Grandma Xiang’Er, even if she had to invite Xiang’Er and Grandma Xiang’Er over, she’d be delighted to do so.

Watching his sister’s big round eyes rolling, Mo Jingchun couldn’t help but laugh as he pinched her nose, and said:

"You little foodie, all you think about is eating."

"Bleh bleh bleh~"

"Candy eating candy, Candy is the sweetest."

Mo Jingchun burst into a helpless laugh, this logic, it did seem flawless.

"Alright, hurry up and have breakfast. After breakfast, brother will help Guoguo fix her hair."

"Mm, mm~ Guoguo wants a half ponytail this time."

"Alright, we’ll do as our Guoguo says."

Half an hour later, with her hair done, Candy rummaged through her wardrobe and found an adorable rabbit hat.

"Huh? Why can’t I wear it anymore?"

Mo Jingchun glanced back, thinking, it would be odd if it still fit.

Two years ago, you were just a tiny little one.

Now that you’ve grown so tall, that baby hat can’t fit anymore.

"Let’s go, brother will take Guoguo to buy a new one at the supermarket later."

Hearing this, Candy reluctantly put the adorable rabbit hat back in the wardrobe.