Lin Zhe woke up halfway, he was thirsty, and after pouring a large glass of water, he continued to fall asleep on the bed.

Strictly speaking, he hasn't slept well for nearly four days since he started working on the lithography machine by hand.

When he woke up again, he was awakened, and after going to the toilet, he slowed down, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly turned on the system.

Several chat windows, like virus pop-ups, lit up one after another.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the task - a gift for the country]

[Bonus Points: +76]

[All system functions have been opened]

【Mission】

【Mall】

【Warehouse】

【Achievement】

[Record]

【Settings】

【Memories】

……

[Free Mode Turned On]

【Host, please explore on your own】

Looking at the interface in front of him, Lin Zhe exhaled as if relieved.

I finally survived.

He didn't have a good impression of the system that was about to be wiped out at every turn, and naturally he had no intention of exploring it, and if it weren't for the urging countdown, he really wouldn't mind lying flat until the bank card balance was zero.

However, Lin Zhe still didn't quite understand how the task was completed.

Look at the time, half past seven in the morning.

This breath is also long enough to sleep.

As soon as I soaked a bowl of noodles in the lunch box, before I could put down my chopsticks, there was a knock on the door.

However, Lin Zhe had no intention of opening the door at all.

There is no countdown, and life is easy.

After eating instant noodles and taking a shower, the door was still ringing when he dried his hair.

Intermittently, every once in a while, there will be two knocks.

Lin Zhi opened the door a little irritated and found that it was the public official who called himself Yan Zhipeng yesterday.

"Comrade Zhang Shihao, hello!"

The other party was wearing a sportswear today, and his smile was very sunny, so sunny that Lin Zhi took a step back to avoid the upcoming handshake.

"You, what's wrong?" Lin Zhe's eyelids jumped, and he felt that this was definitely not a good thing.

"Yes, there is a seminar that you are invited to participate in about the lithography machine that you have developed."

"Voluntary?"

"This ......" Yan Zhipeng's smile was a little embarrassed: "Strictly speaking, it's not." ”

"Can't I just give that thing to you, I don't want it."

Yan Zhipeng couldn't help it, so he took out his documents directly from his pocket: "Please come with me." ”

"This ...... Okay, wait for me to change my clothes. ”

After a little tidying up, Lin Zhe could only listlessly follow Yan Zhipeng into a pure black car.

Attending a seminar?

Let them discuss the accuracy of hand-torn aluminum sheets?

Or is it a manufacturer of glass balls?

Or is it the material of the plastic basin?

Lin Zhe was embarrassed when he thought about it.

He also knew that this matter would not end so easily, but at least there was no such evil thing as the system to threaten him now.

All that's left is to find a way to get out and show that everything is okay with you.

Not long after driving, Lin Zhe found that he could no longer see the scenery outside through the glass.

"It's your phone."

Yan Zhipeng handed over a file bag, and after Lin Zhe opened it, he found that it was still his mobile phone, and even the battery was full, but there was no signal.

After driving for twenty minutes, the two got out of the car, and a middle-aged man was waiting, and after shaking hands with Yan Zhipeng, he carefully looked at Lin Zhe.

"Comrade Zhang Shihao?"

"Yes." Yan Zhipeng turned back for Lin.

"Okay, let's go."

The trio walked for a while, over the barbed wire, to an abandoned wasteland with a runway lined with weeds, and after a short walk, a civilian plane was parked in the middle of the runway.

The elevator of the plane had been lowered, and there were several people standing next to it, all dressed in casual clothes, looking very ordinary, ordinary to the kind of pants that mentioned the stomach, and the kind of keychain around the waist.

"Hello."

After everyone confirmed Lin Zhe's identity, they made a simple handshake and handed over, and let Yan Zhipeng and Lin Zhe board the plane together.

This is Lin Zhe's first time on a plane.

It seems that it is just an ordinary civil aviation, and there is no private jet that is decorated like a living room in Lin Zhe's imagination, and of course there is no flight attendant, only an uncle, a whole half of the plane, and an uncle who is about thirty or forty years old.

However, after Lin Zhe waited for a while, the plane had no intention of taking off.

"We are ......" Lin Zhen was a little bored, after all, there was no Internet on his mobile phone.

"Wait for news," Yan Zhipeng was surrounded by a group of uncles, looking very nervous, and wiped the sweat on his forehead and replied: "Because the level of confidentiality is very high, various departments need to coordinate, but it has not yet reached the level of the green light all the way, and it will take about two hours." ”

In the end, Lin Zhi waited for more than three hours before the plane took off.

Maybe it was because of the bowl of spicy instant noodles he ate in the morning, Lin was thirsty to death, and then tried to ask an uncle next to him for a glass of water.

"Do you have anything to drink?"

"Oh, yes, what do you want to drink?"

"Just Coke."

"......" Uncle was obviously stunned for a moment and asked, "Is tea okay?" ”

"Yes, you can."

Lin Zhen was a little embarrassed, he originally wanted to order one of the most common drinks so as not to make the other party too troublesome, but it didn't turn out yet.

After a while, the uncle held a tray with one hand, on which were placed a pot of tea and a paper cup.

After Lin Zhi took a sip, he felt very astringent.

In this way, nothing happened along the way, and before nightfall, Lin Zhe's plane finally landed.

Then he was told that he couldn't get off the plane yet, Lin Zhi put his face on the window, looked out the window, but found that the elevator of the plane had been put down, and an old man in a suit walked in front, and then there were many media photos, and several people shook hands with him, and finally left in the crowd.

But Lin Zhi was still on the plane.

I'm a passing?

Lin Zhi retracted his gaze, feeling very puzzled.

After it was completely dark, there were fewer and fewer people in the entire airport, and even the planes taking off and landing began to decrease, and when even the staff slowly couldn't see it, the plane opened the door for the second time.

A man in a suit who looked a little older walked up slowly, and when he saw Lin Zhe, he came over and shook his hand.

"Comrade Zhang Shihao?"

"Yes."

The other party smiled and nodded, and after leaving, another person came up and shook hands with Lin Zhe.

After repeating this for seven or eight people, Yan Zhipeng received a notice that he could go down.

"Who are these people?"

Yan Zhipeng's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his lips trembled a little: "I...... Don't dare to know. ”

"Uh, okay."

Several uncles in the same company walked down with Lin Zhe, and after reaching the ground, Lin Zhe found that it was very noisy outside, and there seemed to be people arguing, several cars parked directly on the airport runway, there was the roar of helicopters in the sky, and there was a dense cordon in the farthest distance.

"It's finally here, everyone is waiting for you."

A middle-aged man in uniform, smiling, mixed with some white hair strode over, and then involuntarily held Lin Zhi's hand tightly and said, "Get in the car first." ”

Lin Zhe turned his head and found that Yan Zhipeng didn't know where to go, and the middle-aged man had a lot of strength in his hands, so he could only follow first.

When he got into the car, the middle-aged man couldn't help but praise: "At such a young age, you have such an achievement, which should not be underestimated." ”

“……”

"What, so tired?"

"Uh......" Lin Zhe really didn't know how to answer, as soon as he linked the handicraft work of the kindergarten class with the idiom, he was embarrassed and wanted to jump out of the car and run away.

"That's right, it's better to rest first." The middle-aged man patted the driver's shoulder, and then raised his hand forward, and the driver would realize and start the vehicle, while the engines of more than a dozen cars parked around also made a soft sound, protecting them left and right into the night.