Dean He turned around and called the team members: "Everyone, pack up and gather in the conference room."
Guan Yan noticed him.
As he is old, his complexion looks particularly bad due to staying up late.
The wrinkled face now looked even more haggard, the skin seemed to have lost moisture, dry and dull. The dark circles under the eyes seemed to be painted with a thick layer of black paint, revealing fatigue and sleepiness.
At this moment he was still trying hard to keep up with the pace.
Damn, are these people from country Z working so hard
Guan Yan suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.
"Well, I've thought about it. I'm going to the hotel to take a shower and change clothes. It will take about three or four hours. We..."
She checked the time on her watch, raised her head and discussed with the middle-aged man: "Shall we meet at ten in the morning?"
Bo Jingxing glanced at her inconspicuously.
Guan Yan stood there calmly, as if she really had to take a shower, change clothes, blow dry her hair and apply a facial mask before she could continue.
He Yuan frowned: "..."
But when he looked back and saw that the others looked listless, as if they were exhausted from staying up late, he thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
"Ten o'clock, then."
Guan Yan casually took off the high heels she had been wearing all night, hooked the thin strap with one hand, stepped on the ground barefoot, turned around and waved to everyone.
"See you at ten."
At the same time, Bo Jingxing turned his head and said to He Yuan: "Uncle, I will go first too."
Dean He was so exhausted that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. He nodded and said, "Go ahead."
Bo Jingxing's tall figure chased in the direction the woman left.
Until his figure disappeared, he called his daughter.
After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What do you think of the experts invited by the Ninth Institute?"
"You mean Sister Guan Yan?" He Jia also stayed up all night, his eyes sparkling with an unprecedented light, and he confessed to his father without hiding his admiration: "I don't know which school she graduated from, but she is very strong! Better than my senior brothers and sisters. It reminds me of our teacher. My teacher always told us that scientific research cannot be confined to the laboratory. It is impossible to become the best scientists if we are confined to the laboratory. Even if we can become the best scientists, such scientists are still hanging in the air, with a void in the middle."
"I didn't understand what the teacher said before, but now I seem to understand."
—There is nothingness and blankness among the scientists hanging high in the sky.
She understood this sentence.
"Yeah." Dean He hummed softly, with no emotion visible on his tired face. He raised his hand and patted his daughter's shoulder, saying seriously: "You should seize the opportunity to learn from her and see how she handles the satellite Starlink blockade crisis."
"good."
He Jia was eager to try.
*
Beijing city.
The news of the heavy rain in your province reached Beijing and also reached the ears of everyone who knew that the Sky Eye had not yet been repaired.
The Qin family is engaged in information engineering and also dabbles in the collection of astronomical information.
Qin Lang got up early in the morning and started talking about the Guizhou Province Observatory at the breakfast table.
"…It has been raining heavily there since last night. All flights have been grounded. I don't know if Dr. He and his team have a good solution."
Qin Si was also at home today, eating toast. He didn't even raise his head when he heard the words, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Mrs. Qin felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but say, "I heard that He Jia also went there. She is a top student at Stanford and the daughter of Dean He. With her joining, the problem should be solved quickly."
(End of this chapter)