Chapter 223: Already Near Dusk
Jin Ze instantly recalled that unbearable scene in his mind.
Regret it?
He didn’t know.
He only knew that every time he thought of those ridiculous matters from the past, he subconsciously avoided those deep memory zones.
But now, those memories that Jin Ze had hidden deep in his heart and didn’t want to unearth were dug up by Jin Qiaoying, ruthlessly humiliating him.
“Not only that, you also took the initiative to propose joining the White Alliance Chip Alliance in sanctioning Xinghai Technology.
Perhaps you don’t even know yet, after the Chip Alliance disintegrated later, all the responsibility was pushed onto South Island Country, and you were the scapegoat they chose to push out.
I originally thought that over these years, the experiences on Mars could make you calm down. As the former heir of the Jin Family, you can be stupid, you can even be bad, but I really can’t understand why, for that pathetic self-esteem, you could turn a blind eye to the development of the situation.
There’s a saying: the person who understands you best might be your enemy.
Obviously, you can’t even achieve that.
Who do you think you are?
So what if I’m a woman of the Jin Family?
What do you think the Jin Family is?
Let me tell you, in the eyes of Great Xia, the Jin Family is nothing!
Do you think Great Xia is some tool that can be controlled by an individual?
Wake up.”
Snap, the telephone was ruthlessly hung up by Jin Qiaoying.
In the office, Jin Qiaoying’s ample chest heaved dramatically. Even though she now held a high position, thinking of Jin Ze always speaking like Jin Zhiyong made her furious.
A woman of the Jin Family.
What a huge joke; her success had absolutely nothing to do with the Jin Family.
Why assume that because of that laughable bloodline, she had to do something for the Jin Family?
Decadent thinking, backward family.
The Jin Family is finished!
If Jin Ze continued like this, she held no expectations for his mining company.
Not to mention the meaningless responsibility of reviving the Jin Family.
On Mars, Jin Ze stared blankly at the hung-up telephone.
He was shocked by Jin Qiaoying’s attitude, even more so than by the scolding itself.
This was unprecedented.
In his impression, Jin Qiaoying had always been a timid and submissive presence in the Jin Family.
This damned woman, now with her Great Xia identity, didn’t even care about the Jin Family identity anymore.
Jin Ze clenched his fists tightly; if Jin Qiaoying were in front of him now, he would want to devour her alive.
But obviously, he didn’t have that ability.
Great Xia’s Guo Ce did not change based on personal will.
When the Hibernation Plan involving billions began at the Jupiter-Mars Hub, a Peregrine Falcon T2 model was immersed in a dim yellow glow, and in the blink of an eye, it streaked a trail of light into the distance against the black cosmic background.
On the Conqueror, Fan Ren and Liu Shengzhan watched the light spot belonging to the Peregrine Falcon rapidly advancing on the star map, their expressions inevitably grave.
In human history, the first proactive combat plan against an alien civilization officially launched the moment the Peregrine Falcon left its post.
At relative speed, in 20 years, the Peregrine Falcon would reach 2 billion kilometers from the Hans Civilization Fleet.
This was the speed of future spaceships.
This was the terrifying acceleration of the hybrid power engine group developed by human scientists themselves.
“Commander Liu, still the same words: do everything possible to ensure the safety of our Space Force as the top priority. As for that small aircraft carrier, it’s better if it can be kept, but if the situation is wrong, destroy it immediately without hesitation.”
Liu Shengzhan’s hair had been dyed black at his own request.
At this moment, though the wrinkles on his face still couldn’t hide his aging essence, he no longer looked as decrepit as before.
Hearing Fan Ren’s words, he stood at attention and loudly replied “Yes.”
Fan Ren nodded, a trace of reluctance in his eyes.
Ye Rongshan, Liu Shengzhan, and now retired Zhang Jing and Ministry of Industry’s Li Jiandong seemed to share the same personality, all scoffing at the hibernation pods that could grant them near “eternal life.”
Fan Ren, who had persuaded over them countless times, changed his own attitude after attending the funeral of academic giant Pei Junda and seeing the attitudes of Ye Rongshan and others.
Their wish was to watch Great Xia grow stronger day by day; now that goal had long been achieved under the leadership of Xinghai Technology and the struggles of countless Great Xia citizens.
These people could stand tall in the afterlife and tell their ancestors that their efforts had not been in vain, and as time flowed on, Great Xia would only grow stronger.
Looking at Liu Shengzhan’s resolute eyes, Fan Ren had a thousand words but didn’t know how to voice them.
Seeing this, Liu Shengzhan smiled. Unable to do anything sentimental, he saluted, then turned and strode out with a straight posture.
Great Xia Ministry of Industry.
“Little Ke, how is it? Are you used to the work these past two days?”
Li Jiandong leaned on his cane, eyes full of smiles as he looked at this precious talent he had snatched from his late friend Yan Wentai’s hands.
Ke Fengyun, former researcher at Kyoto Optical Instruments Research Institute, now Chief of the Ministry of Industry.
Over these thirty-plus years, this introverted technical talent had followed Li Jiandong, encountering things he had never dealt with before.
Along the way, the shyness on Ke Fengyun’s face had faded, replaced by a subtle firmness.
It was this understated firmness, along with the stubbornness unique to those from a technical background, that Li Jiandong greatly admired.
Hearing this, Ke Fengyun set down the document in his hand, lifted his head to adjust his glasses, looking somewhat bewildered at first, then said seriously:
“Old Li, it’s pretty good. Although without A’dai’s assistance, many things require me and our technicians to handle personally, which is indeed less efficient than when A’dai was here, but these are unchangeable.
Fortunately, before A’dai separated from us, it left us a lot of high-efficiency software and a very efficient management operation system. To be honest, Old Li, management now is far more convenient than 50 years ago—you came from that era, you should know.”
After finishing, Ke Fengyun buried his head back into the documents to review the unfinished ones.
Seeing this “disrespectful” demeanor toward himself, Li Jiandong surprisingly showed no displeasure.
He knew this was a common trait among those from technical backgrounds; in their logic, getting things done seriously was more real than any worldly niceties.
Coincidentally, he thought the same.
Li Jiandong nodded, sighed, and said to himself: “Since you can accept it, I’ve developed a habit over these years with A’dai’s assistance of subconsciously asking A’dai about many things. Artificial intelligence is indeed a great thing—such a pity.”
“Yes, A’dai’s powerful computing power had a huge advantage in overall management. Now switching back to manual handling, even with the management system it left, efficiency is maintained but errors are inevitable. So our current goal is to cultivate a high-quality manual management team.”
Ke Fengyun didn’t lift his head; his mind was sharp, allowing him to review documents while chatting with Li Jiandong.
“Very good, very good.”
Li Jiandong looked at the new Ministry of Industry Chief before him, growing ever more gratified in his turbid eyes.
