The matter of Director Gao summoning the "Old Hunters" was not particularly secretive. At least, most of the higher-ups knew about it.
"So, those old fossils are coming back again?" the Little Woman asked. She was also an old acquaintance of those "Old Hunters."
"More or less. I need them to make a trip."
"Tsk, tsk. Looking at that expression of yours, you're planning to trick someone again."
"Nonsense. When have I ever tricked anyone?"
"I'm not going to bicker with you. I've got good news: 'Fatty Xiang's' surgery was successful. The rejection reaction didn't exceed the safe limit," the Little Woman said.
"Really?" A trace of a smile appeared on Gao Yuanyuan's face. "Then once he's mostly recovered, have him follow me for now. When I go to the Mother City, I'll take him to receive the most authentic Martial God training."
"Sure. I'll go tell him the good news later." The Little Woman paused, then asked curiously, "When are you, the department head, going to take office? It's already been nearly half a month since the corporate war ended."
"Don't rush me. I haven't finished handling things at home yet. I have to arrange everything properly before I can leave."
"Then do as you see fit. In any case, the Mother City has already sent people to urge you. Hurry up."
After shutting off the holographic projection, Gao Yuanyuan shook her head. She had not been idle during this period, and had been dealing with the aftermath of the corporate war the entire time.
The end of the corporate war was merely the beginning of the "Electronic Brain Project."
She needed to promote the "Virtual Helmet" worldwide—or rather, at least across half a hemisphere.
The "Virtual Helmet" was different from a brain-computer interface. Once a brain-computer interface was