Song He watched the livestream for a long while, his expression caught between embarrassment and speechlessness. "What are these two doing? This is clearly a Nobel Prize interview, so why does it sound like they've been buttering me up in every possible way from beginning to end? I only told them to promote the Former University of Science and Technology, and they mentioned it once or twice."
Xiang Xiaotong grinned and reached out to pat her husband on the shoulder. "Not bad, hubby. You really know how to manage your subordinates. Even after winning the Nobel Prize, they have no intention of going solo—in fact, they're buttering you up even harder! Teach me a few tricks later. A lot of my subordinates are pretty rebellious. If they won the Nobel Prize, they'd probably sit in front of the cameras and say they would've won it long ago if they hadn't followed me."
"I've never seen these two suck up so skillfully before..." Song He rubbed his forehead. "Who knew their flattery could be so polished?"
Xiang Xiaotong blinked and leaned close to her husband's ear. "Are they better at buttering you up, or am I?"
Song He's hand slid from his forehead to cover his face. "What does that even have to do with anything?"
Xiang Xiaotong laughed so hard she slapped her thigh.
The two of them stopped watching the livestream. For one thing, Lou Jinghui and Ji Tianhe's endless varieties of flattery and fawning were utterly pointless. For another, it was time to go take a look at the prototypes.
They took the elevator downstairs, all the way to the third basement level.
The third basement level was a lights-out factory. It needed no human labor to operate. Automatic production lines and robots worked tirelessly in the pitch-black