In the office.
The atmosphere was still somewhat awkward.
Even Fang Xiaoyu felt something might be amiss?
Wasn't Expert Bai Mo requesting the communication security department to do something?
Isn't he being a bit disrespectful?
But she was just a secretary, whose job was to execute orders, so she immediately forwarded Bai Mo's original words to the other party.
[Expert Bai Mo said the director need not come; instead, arrange for engineers to coordinate with the pigeon factory.]
...
Immortal Committee.
In the meeting room.
Chairman Chen Shu, Professor Zhang, Expert Zheng Yu, and a group of others sat around the table, watching the images transmitted from drones on the big screen.
Today's meeting was to discuss the second massive deployment of drones in West State.
At this time, no one spoke; everyone was silently looking towards the end of the meeting table, focusing on the middle-aged man with the beer belly sitting there.
