Ren Zhong obviously didn’t intend to let Sun Miao off the hook easily. He added with a touch of curiosity, "By the way, Brother Sun, when you hid this little guy in your belly, which organ did you put it in? Liver? Kidney? Intestine? Could it be... hiss... Brother Sun, are you going to start having a monthly period?"
Sun Miao collapsed on the spot, "Damn it! Will it ever end?"
After listening to Sun Miao’s ranting explanation, Ren Zhong learned the whole story.
Brother Sun is indeed a ruthless person.
Before he left the Mengdu Group, this fertilized egg was growing slowly in a miniature bionic incubator.
When it was time to leave, Sun Miao made a capsule-sized bionic incubator as small as a pinky and then placed the capsule in his appendix to hide it.
Though the capsule incubator is small, it is fully functional and acts as an isolation layer.
The fertilized egg does not directly interact materially with Sun Miao’s internal tissues.
Sun Miao himself is just a container, in the true sense.
"Alright, Brother Sun, you’re right. I won’t mention this again."
"Geez, that’s more like it." Sun Miao rolled his eyes and then suddenly said, "Thanks."
Ren Zhong grinned, "No need to thank me. It’s what I should do."
Clever people have a bad habit of speaking; they love to hide their intentions, aren’t good at expressing emotions directly, and tend to be quite reserved.
This is the drawback of people with overly quick thinking. They always assume others are like themselves, say one thing, and think the other can grasp all the subtext behind it.
In fact, Ren Zhong had already noticed some subtle changes in Sun Miao when they first met two days ago in the evening.
Brother Sun’s insults weren’t as intense, his words not as foul, and his speech carried a sense of melancholy and forced smiles.
Ren Zhong knew that Sun Miao was struggling with the thought of handing over brain implantation technology.
If it weren’t for Ren Zhong’s interference, Sun Miao would have kept this secret to his grave.
But now, he had changed his original intention.
No matter how many words Ren Zhong used to persuade him and painted grander goals, Sun Miao still thought he was helping the wicked.
In the Mengdu Group’s upcoming large-scale clinical trials, there would definitely be many people who would rather be dead than alive because of his work.
Ren Zhong shrewdly picked up on this, so today he kept provoking him, really hoping he could get back up and continue fighting.
"Alright, regardless of the past. We need to make sacrifices more worthwhile, Brother Sun, work hard, let her grow. Maybe, we don’t even need to wait until she’s grown, and we can discover the truth about longevity, then change the world, right?"
Ren Zhong: "Shall I leave now?"
Sun Miao: "Sure, get lost."
"Is that how you talk to your boss? Want me to dock your pay?"
Over in the adjacent Armored Laboratory, Ju Qingmeng was in the basement, intensely focused on operating machinery, carefully disassembling numerous "redundant" devices. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ ɴovelfire.net
Ju Qingmeng knew some basic mineral and alloy smelting knowledge, but it wasn’t her area of expertise.
Although Ren Zhong had sent all the detailed operation plans to her, and all she needed to do was follow them step by step, she was still very nervous, fearing that any mistake might damage some parts and create unforeseen issues.
Ren Zhong didn’t dare make a sound to disturb her and waited in place for about ten minutes. She finally expertly disassembled a piece of precision equipment, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and when she was about to take a sip of water, she noticed the person next to her.
"Is Sun Miao done over there?"
"Are you going out today? You’ve been running around so much; it must be affecting your stock market monitoring, right? Don’t worry about me, go upstairs and watch the market. You’ve spent too much money these past few days, money is important."
Ren Zhong shook his head, walked to the side, started the preheat of another disassembly machine, and smiled, "I don’t need to watch the market to trade stocks. I’m certain of the outcome. If I say it’ll fall, it wouldn’t dare to rise. Let me lend a hand. You’ve been working hard these days. There’s a lot going on in the store, and I have my share of work too, and you look very tired."
Ju Qingmeng shook her head with a smile, "Aimless busyness is what makes people feel tired. As long as it’s purposeful work, even if you work yourself to death at the workbench, it’s worth it. As long as it helps you defeat the Cold-blooded Butcher, I can continue to stay in Starfire Town. If Starfire Town develops better and better, and the Military Weapon Store is upgraded, my Citizen Credit Points might soon be enough for an upgrade. When I reach Third Level Citizen status, I can bring my parents here. With such prospects, how can I feel tired?"