Song He stepped off the airport shuttle and stood on the tarmac. He looked up at the heavy military transport plane in front of him, then boarded.
As soon as he got on, someone saluted him. He repeatedly raised a hand in return. Before he knew it, his rank had become extremely high—he could barely be considered one of the legendary "commanders."
There probably weren't many commanders this young anywhere in the world.
The cabin was filled with pitch-black suitcases covered by a layer of fishing-net-like ropes. Song He found it strange and didn't understand why they had been covered with nets, but he didn't think much of it.
Every case was stuffed full of data sheets. They contained the sea monster's neural data from the recent period. Whether the Brain-Mimicking Supercomputer could make a major breakthrough depended entirely on these cases.
There were only a few seats by the window. Song He took one, fastened his seat belt, and the transport plane quickly took off.
Once the plane leveled out, he took out his phone and made his first call from the plane—to Wei Liqun, the chairman of Chenghuang.
"Has the company's first senior executive meeting of the year been held yet?" Song He asked directly when the call connected.
"Not yet. It's next Tuesday. Are you coming?" Wei Liqun asked.
"I'm not going. Convey the company's new strategy on my behalf," Song He said.
"Go ahead. I'm taking notes." Wei Liqun's tone immediately turned serious, accompanied by the clicking sound of a ballpoint pen being opened.
"Establish the Attack Eastern Ying Headquarters. Put the top twenty pharmaceutical companies in Japan on the list, then list each company's flagship drugs. Set up corresponding R&D teams and take them down one by one, starting from the bottom!" Song He instructed.