I Don't Play Battle Royale

"Sure. Next time you come, the cafeteria will feed you until you're stuffed."

"Would you look at that? I'm delivering it right to your door tomorrow."

"That soon?" Mo Jingchun was surprised once again. He even wondered whether the national laboratories really were short of the most advanced high-precision CNC machine tools.

"Yep. The machine is already being loaded onto a truck. I suggest you clear some space as soon as possible so we can install it tomorrow. Our professional installation team will calibrate and optimize the machine."

"There's room."

After the call ended, Mo Jingchun couldn't hide the smile on his face.

He'd been ready to go through overseas channels, but just when he thought there was no way forward, a new path opened up. The higher-ups were sending one directly. Meanwhile, after Qin Yuzhu reported back to her superiors, an old man in a bright, simply furnished meeting room in the Capital City chuckled and said:

"What do you think the kid's expression will be when he realizes the CNC machine tool doesn't have a manufacturer's nameplate?"

"It'll be priceless. With his eye for detail and Artificial Intelligence Zero, he'll realize right away that the machine in front of him isn't like any CNC machine tool on the market."

No one but the three old men knew what had been discussed in the meeting room, let alone Mo Jingchun, thousands of miles away.

For Mo Jingchun, having an advanced CNC machine tool meant the Space Shuttle would make great strides forward. It was undoubtedly good news.

"Today's a beautiful day~ Everything I wish for will come true~"

Zhou Yaling had just come downstairs when she heard her older brother singing in the kitchen from far away. She could practically feel how happy he was.

Yawning, Zhou Yaling walked