Ten o'clock in the evening.
Great Fortune Public restroom on the third deck.
Ichiro Yamada pushed open the bathroom door and didn't speak in a hurry.
He pushed open all the compartment doors one by one, made sure there was no one inside, and asked Inoue to guard the door, before turning to face the hundreds of Japan technical officers crowded in front of the sink.
Everyone was holding sleeping bags and carrying calipers, notebooks, and infrared rangefinders in their arms. They were so crowded that there was no room to turn around.
"Gentlemen, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night." Yamada's voice was very low, just enough for the outermost people to hear clearly under the cover of the sound of running water from the faucet.
"The formula of the anti-skid coating on the deck, the weaving process of the arresting cable, the transmission structure of the elevator, and the scheduling logic of the hangar, all details are written down."
"Inoue leads the team in charge of the hangar, Onoda leads the team in charge of the dock, and the expert teams of Nakamura and University of Tokyo, no matter what they do, keep an eye on the whole process and don't miss a single move."
"United States military thought we were obedient dogs, but little did we know that this was our only chance to get rid of United States's military control! Do you understand?"
He paused, his eyes a little colder. "Remember, you still need to find opportunities to implant Trojan programs."
"Maintain short-range encrypted intercom throughout the entire process. Satellite communications with Tokyo headquarters are not allowed except in emergencies to avoid signal interception. This mission must only succeed and not fail."
"Hey!"
Hundreds of people lowered their heads in unison, their voices kept extremely low, but they couldn't hide the excitement in their eyes.
Suddenly, there was a strange noise from the utility room next to him. Yamada frowned and motioned to his men to check.
Two Japan people opened the utility room door and saw Amir Khan of White Elephant Country squatting inside holding up his mobile phone. The call interface on the screen was still beating, and a faint voice in Hindi came from the other end of the receiver.
The two looked at each other.
Amir said to the phone "call me later" and hung up.
"Mr. Yamada!" Amir spoke first, his tone as enthusiastic as greeting a distinguished guest at the airport, "What a coincidence! You guys came to use the restroom too?"
Yamada stared at the mobile phone in his hand and twitched the corner of his mouth. "Mr. Amir, you are squatting in the utility room without even taking off your pants."
"We White Elephant Country people don't need to take off our pants when going to the toilet. Besides, I just went to the wrong place." Amir put the phone into his pocket without blushing and without a heartbeat, "You guys continue, I didn't hear anything, absolutely nothing."
When he walked out of the utility room and passed Yamada, his steps were obviously half a beat faster.
Yamada did not panic. He knew very well that even if Amir heard a few sentences, he would not be able to spell out the complete plan in Japanese. Even if he brought a translator, this kind of encrypted military terminology would not be understood by ordinary translators.
He turned and walked out of the bathroom. Outside the door, hundreds of Japan technical officers stood upright holding sleeping bags. Yamada glanced at them. "The plan remains unchanged, let's go."
After walking out of the bathroom, Amir quickly walked back to the assembly area of the White Elephant Country team - the backup passage next to the dock.
Technical officer No. 100 White Elephant Country is squatting on the ground, taking out a tape measure, spectrometer, and infrared rangefinder from his backpack.
Amir clapped his hands and motioned for everyone to come over.
"Listen, I just heard Japan people having a meeting in the toilet. They also want to steal from me."
A young engineer raised his head. "What should we do?"
"What should we do?" Amir sneered and puffed up his stomach, "We are the largest democracy in the world, and we have the most advanced aircraft carrier INS Vikrant in the world."
"Yes, I know that INS Vikrant has been in the dock for ten years, repairing and repairing broken boilers. Going to sea is like a disco, but that's because we haven't come into contact with the real core technology!"
--
"Now the opportunity has come. As long as we can bring back the pipeline design, power layout, and deck coating formula of Great Fortune, INS Vikrant can take off on the spot and surpass United States to become the number one aircraft carrier in the Indo-Pacific!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his eyes shining.
Of course Amir knows that our own aircraft carrier INS Vikrant has been repaired in the dock for almost ten years. It leaked water from both ends and stalled every three days, and was laughed at by the whole world.
Now the opportunity is right in front of us. As long as we understand the pipeline design, cabin layout, and power logic of this ship, we can completely repair the Messy Situation of our own aircraft carrier back home.
When the time comes, stop in front of the media and say that this is White Elephant Country's self-developed aircraft carrier technology, ranked first in Asia and third in the world. It's a direct win!
In White Elephant Country people's Ying Xue, as long as you steal the technology, it is your own ability, and you are the best.
"Japan people go to the hangar, and we go to the hangar. They measure the welds, and we measure them too."
"They shoot coatings, so do we!"
"They can steal, and so can we! And we can do better than them. We have yoga and can squat longer without numbness in our legs."
Hundreds of White Elephant Country technical officers nodded at the same time, their faces full of piety.
"In addition." Amir lowered his voice and shook his phone, "I have already called New Delhi. The Ministry of National Defense said that as long as the core parameters can be photographed, everyone will be given a national medal when they return. Maybe the Prime Minister will personally meet them."
"So take pictures clearly for me, and tell me when you get back that this is our White Elephant Country's self-developed carrier-based technology for fifth-generation aircraft."
Amir has already made a plan. When I go back, I will take back the technology I got this time to make a bigger pie. As for whether it can be built or not, that is a matter for the future. Let's get the funds first.
"White Elephant Country will win!"
Amir quickly waved his hand to lower his voice, but the pride on his face could not be suppressed at all.
Ichiro Yamada led the team through the fire door, and the next second everyone stopped at the same time.
Amir is appearing at the corner with hundreds of technical officers White Elephant Country and various tools in his arms.
Both sides stared at each other, and the air froze for five seconds.
There was no trace of embarrassment on Amir's face. Instead, he stood up with a shy belly and a bright smile on his face, as if it was a matter of course to lay down a sleeping bag here.
Yamada was the first to speak, and he stiffly said, "Let's find a place to rest."
Amir answered immediately, raised his head high, and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "We do too! What a coincidence!"
Yamada's mouth twitched and he didn't answer.
He turned around and winked at the Japan technical officer behind him. The team bypassed the White Elephant Country people on the ground and continued to move towards the hangar.
After walking less than twenty meters, Inoue leaned into his ear and whispered, "Captain, there is someone following you."
Yamada turned around.
Amir led the White Elephant Country team and followed them less than five meters behind.
When he goes, they go, and when he stops, they stop.
Amir also waved to him, smiling as brightly as if he was participating in a free tour group.
Yamada took a deep breath and turned into the dock passage on the left.
The footsteps behind him also turned in.
He turned into the elevator maintenance channel on the right, and the footsteps followed him again.
More than a hundred people Japan walked in front holding more than a hundred sleeping bags, and more than a hundred people White Elephant Country followed behind holding more than a hundred sleeping bags. The mighty team pulled out a line of people hundreds of meters long in the aisle of the aircraft carrier, like two parallel moving company convoys.
Yamada stopped and turned around to stare at Amir.
Amir also stopped, with an innocent expression on his face. "What a coincidence we bumped into each other again."
Yamada gritted his teeth, lowered his voice and said to Inoue, "According to the plan, everyone will act separately, don't pay attention to White Elephant Country and the others."
Inoue nodded and waved his hand behind. Hundreds of people were divided into different teams and disappeared at various forks in an instant.
Amir was unhappy when he saw this. "These Japan people are really stingy, show us what's wrong? If they work separately, we will do the same!"
"Everyone separate and stare at Japan people. When appropriate, you can grab their measurement data and notebooks!
Therefore, White Elephant Country people also acted separately.
However, the third brother has a problem, that is, if he stares at other people's butts for a long time, he will easily have wild thoughts.
No, several third brothers discovered that Japan has a perky butt and round skin.
"It doesn't seem like men can't do it either."
The three brothers looked at each other, showing the unique smile of the three brothers, and then in a remote corner, they stretched out their sinful claws.
Three minutes later, a suppressed commotion came from the fire escape.
First there were a few muffled sounds, then several Japan technical officers yelled in low voices, then there was the sound of a belt buckle popping open and a few vague words in Hindi.
"Yami! Yami!"
A Japan technical officer rushed out of the passage, his face was pale, and his belt was still clutched in his hands.
As a result, a naked third brother rushed out at a faster speed, knocked him down and dragged him back to a dark corner.
How could the third brother, who wouldn't even let go of the Bengal monitor lizard, let go of the Japan people?
Several White Elephant Country engineers followed the Japan team into the fire escape. When they looked at the notebook filled with parameters in each other's hands, their eyes lit up and they rushed forward to grab it.
Three minutes later, a suppressed commotion came from the fire escape.
First there were a few muffled sounds, then several Japan technical officers yelled in low voices, then the sound of notebooks being torn up and a few vague words in Hindi.
"Captain! Oh no, the third brother has attacked us!"
"What?!" Yamada felt nervous and asked quickly, "What's going on?!"
"We had several teams, but they were killed by Ah San! They followed our people in, turned off the lights, and rushed to grab notes and equipment. In order to cover my escape, Onoda took the initiative to hold them back. When I looked back and saw him, the notebook in his hand had been snatched——"
The technical officer Japan who reported the news had a face full of humiliation, and his voice was filled with tears. "I am useless, I am sorry Mr. Onoda!"
Yamada's face turned dark instantly.
He turned to look at Amir not far away. Amir was clasping his hands and bowing slightly towards him, with a helpless smile on his face that said "I can't help them, they are like this".
Three more Japan technical officers stumbled out of the passage. All the measuring equipment in their hands was gone, and their faces became paler.
"You——" Yamada gritted his teeth.
Amir spread his hands, shook his head and sighed, "Mr. Yamada, I'm very sorry. I have educated them many times.
But you know, we White Elephant Country people--we can't help it when we see something good, we can't stop it."
As soon as he finished speaking, dense footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
Jensen came out of the corner with the United States military electromagnetic ejection expert team and the Royal Navy delegation.
Seeing these two groups of Wuyangjue people in the corridor and the measuring equipment scattered on the floor, Jensen suddenly stopped in his steps and his face instantly sank.
The British followed behind, with calculations in their eyes. They came here not to study technology at all, but simply to show their loyalty by following United States, and by the way pick up some scraps that United States people didn't like, and go back to claim credit from Congress.
Before Jensen could speak, two more groups of people came from both ends of the corridor.
On the left is a person from the National Defense Procurement Bureau of the Republic of China and the chief engineer of Turkey Aerospace, carrying an equipment box in a hurry.
The Chinese people are very clear about stealing some ship-based equipment technology and returning it to support their Europe appearance as a military-industrial power.
Turkey's mind is full of KAAN fighter, which he has been stuck on for several years. As long as he touches the technology of aviation engines and elevators, he can immediately finalize the prototype and mass-produce it.
On the right are military industry representatives from Sweden, Norway, and Israel, holding notebooks in their arms with eager eyes.
They had planned it long ago and were watching United States military's movements the whole time. Whatever United States people took pictures of, they followed suit. It was purely to take advantage of United States military's research direction and go back to ask Congress for funding.
Further away, representatives of small countries in Southeast Asia and South America held up their mobile phones and took pictures of the hull of the ship. They even took pictures of the pipelines in the aisles, just to get a boarding resume, so that they could become famous in the domestic military industry circle and boast about it for a lifetime.
The narrow corridor was instantly packed to the brim.
Hundreds of people with the number Japan, hundreds of people with the number White Elephant Country, as well as delegation members from United States military, Europe countries, small and medium-sized countries, holding sleeping bags and equipment, looking at each other.
Everyone has impure thoughts, all under the guise of "rest", with their intentions written all over their faces.
Jensen looked at the technical officers from various countries squatting, standing, and holding sleeping bags in the corridor, and his face turned completely black. He finally couldn't help but cursed, "You all came here to sleep?"
Ichiro Yamada and Amir nodded at the same time, with surprisingly consistent frequency.
Representatives from various countries behind him also echoed, saying "I'm jet-lagged and can't go out for a walk" and "find a quiet place to rest", but they clenched the equipment in their hands tighter.
No one has punctured this window paper.
A few minutes later, all the aisles of the ship were filled with observation groups from various countries laying on the floor.
The entrance to the hangar, next to the elevator, the blocking rope area, the dock passage, any place with a touch of core technology is full of people.
Everyone nodded tacitly to each other, pretending to meet by chance and going for a walk, but their eyes were fixed on the cabin and equipment around them, and they were even breathing as they planned their actions for the rest of the night.
At the same time, the remote operations room at United States native Locke Sid Martin's headquarters was brightly lit.
A dozen aerodynamic experts gathered around a long table and discussed frantically at the parameters uploaded on the screen. The whiteboard was filled with bullets--
Cross-sectional view of the launcher track, the calculator clicked loudly.
"The acceleration curve is wrong! According to these parameters, the catapult cannot reach the nominal thrust at all!" An old expert grabbed the Mark pen and slammed it on the whiteboard, "Contact them again and retest!"
No one knows that in the main control room at the deepest part of the Great Fortune bridge, Fu Haoran is remotely directing the surveillance work.
Tychus stood aside with Cigar in his mouth, looking at the frantic delegations from various countries on the screen, and cursed into the intercom, "Boss, your heart is really evil."
"These people go out of their way to give you money and work for you for free. You have fooled them all."
The knowing laughter of Fu Haoran came from the communicator, and his tone was full of nonchalance. "Great Fortune itself is the prototype space carrier we snatched from the world of Marvel. What they can see is the skin that has been castrated for seven or eight generations. The real core technology cannot be touched by them."
"The earth has patent laws, but Hive World does not. Even if these people have thoroughly researched this little bit, and come up with new results, they will all be free materials for me, Hive Starship Project. If I give them research, I will definitely make a profit."
He paused, picked up the intercom and ordered, "Inform Jimmy that all accommodation quotas for boarding the ship are open. As long as you pay the standard accommodation fee and abide by the security rules, no one will be refused. Thousands of people live on the ship, and the accommodation, catering and venue fees are worth hundreds of thousands of dollars a day. Mosquito meat is still meat no matter how small it is."
On the screen, Ichiro Yamada had just inserted the U disk into the hangar console. As soon as the Trojan program started running, it was instantly cleared in the background. The U disk was ejected directly. A Japanese prompt also popped up on the console: The device has been removed. It is recommended to conduct a virus scan.
Fu Haoran looked at Yamada's instantly pale face on the screen and raised his eyebrows.
Every move of this group of people is under his control.
Two o'clock in the morning, hangar.
Kallen takes two Servitor for night equipment inspection.
His mechanical eyes scanned the hangar truss, and data popped up line by line: weld width, penetration depth, and stress distribution, all on the Forge World military standard line.
The construction technology of this ship was at the top level even if it was compared to Warhammer Universe. He still couldn't figure out how these mortals who didn't even have STC standard templates could build a ship of this level.
He turned the corner of the truss and stopped suddenly.
The hangar is divided into several areas by teams from major domestic shipyards, with clear distinctions.
The team of Hudong Shipyard squatted next to the truss welds, the team of Jiangnan Shipyard surrounded the elevator transmission structure, and the team of Dalian Shipyard lay on the deck studying the anti-skid coating. People from the three major shipyards did not disturb each other, but they were secretly competing.
Everyone knows that whoever can touch the real thing on this ship will have an advantage in the bidding for the next generation aircraft carrier.
Three gray-haired old engineers are squatting next to the truss welds. The leader is Hudong Shipyard, chief engineer Zhou Guoliang, six--
He is twelve years old and has been engaged in ship structure for almost forty years.
He knelt on one knee on the cold steel plate, holding the Laser surveying instrument in his hand, and repeatedly measured the penetration depth of a weld. His knees went numb without changing his position.
The young assistant beside him held a spectrometer and scanned the weld seam bit by bit.
There are three full pages of cross-sectional drawings of welding beads in the notebook, which are densely packed with calculations.
Weld stress analysis, fatigue life prediction, and crystal phase change curve of heat-affected zone.
"Gong Zhou, the alloy composition of this weld is not completely consistent with the main structure of the hull. It should be filled with some kind of transition metal, and the penetration depth is at least two orders of magnitude deeper than conventional CMA welding." The assistant handed over the spectrum data.
Zhou Guoliang took the data, opened his notebook to compare, pushed up his reading glasses, and said calmly, "The process of this weld is not something we can reverse now. Write it down first, and follow it slowly when you get back."
Kallen stood behind them, looking at the neat calculations and labels on the notebook, the red light of the mechanical prosthetic eye flashing again and again.
This group of mortals has no Servitor, no STC standards, and no guidance from Omnissiah. They can only observe with the naked eye and deduce with pen and paper, but they can study a weld for three hours, even kneeling on the steel plate without even bothering to change positions.
On the other side, the chief engineer of the ship design institute lay on the ground, touching the surface texture of the anti-slip coating with his fingers. After touching one piece, he asked his assistant to scan it with a spectrometer, and then drew the data on graph paper. The particle size distribution and bonding strength of the coating particles were clearly marked.
It was three o'clock in the morning, no one complained about being sleepy, no one said they were tired, all they could see was the equipment in their hands and the steel structure in front of them.
Kallen looked down at the maintenance manual with the standard inspection procedures printed in his hand, then looked up at the engineers who were lying on the ground with red eyes and still refused to rest, and turned to Servitor beside him E said, "Omnissiah above, these mortals are more crazy about machines than Forge World's Tech-Priest."
He paused and then added, with a hint of unnoticeable competition in his tone, "Make a backup copy of all the contents of their notebooks. You can't be lazier than these mortals."
1
At three-thirty in the morning, outside the power cabin.
The explosion-proof steel door was tightly closed, and two Planetary Defense Force soldiers wearing black Power Armor stood at the door. The red light under the masks swept across the crowd, giving them an undeniable sense of oppression.
Zhou Guoliang, together with an expert team from the Domestic Nuclear Power Research Institute, stood in front of the pipeline distribution map, his brows furrowing more and more.
"The volume of the power cabin is at least half smaller than that of Nimitz-class." Zhou Guoliang lowered his voice, his tone full of shock, "But the whole ship is more than 400 meters long, has four sets of electric bombs, a fully automated hangar, and a full complement of 3,000 people. The energy consumption is more than three times that of USS Gerald R. Ford."
He pointed to the ceiling of the corridor, "The pipelines are also in the wrong direction. There is no thick radiation shielding layer required for conventional nuclear-powered aircraft carriers. The accommodation cabins are in a capsule layout. The free space on the entire ship far exceeds the ratio of the nuclear fission power system."
The colleague next to me frowned. "That's not nuclear fission, could it--"
"The volume is half smaller, the energy consumption is three times higher, there is no fission shielding layer, there is no thick radiation shielding layer required for conventional nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, the stack cabin occupies less than half the volume of Nimitz-class, and the free space of the entire ship far exceeds the reasonable ratio of the nuclear fission power system."
Zhou Guoliang pushed up his reading glasses and said word by word, "The only explanation is controllable nuclear fusion."
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area became silent for an instant.
Everyone gasped, their eyes first filled with shock, and then they ignited with uncontrollable excitement.
If it is really controllable nuclear fusion, then the technological level of this ship is already ahead of the entire era.
They stared at the closed explosion-proof door, the light in their eyes became brighter, and they lost even a trace of sleep.
At the same time, United States military Technical Officer Tom Williams at the other end of the corridor reported in a low voice to the encrypted satellite phone, "The power cabin cannot be entered, but judging from the thickness of the bulkhead and the direction of the pipeline, the main power source of this ship is not nuclear fission."
"We suspect it's some kind of miniaturized fusion device."
The Pentagon war room on the other end of the phone fell into dead silence for more than ten seconds.
At 4:30 in the morning, the hangar, aisles, and deck edges were all filled with people laying floors.
Thousands of military and industrial elites from all over the world, not staying in five-star hotels, crowded into the aisles of aircraft carriers and made bunks on the floor, just to get closer to these cutting-edge technologies. Involution has reached the extreme.
Japan people gathered around the civilian version of the maintenance manual to take pictures page by page, taking pictures of each page three times for fear of missing a punctuation point;
White Elephant Country was frantically drawing pictures of the interface dimensions of the amphibious landing craft in the dock. Amir was muttering as he was drawing. When he got home, he said that this was White Elephant Country's self-developed carrier-based technology. By the way, he was drawing a pie of two hundred fighters to see if he could bring back some core technology.
The people from Mao and Turkey squatted next to the elevator track, measured the track gauge with a vernier caliper, recorded it after the measurement, and then took pictures three times with their mobile phones;
Representatives from small and medium-sized countries held up their mobile phones and kept taking pictures of the ship body. They even took close-ups of the welds and posted them on WeChat Moments.
The engineers of University of Tokyo have used the hangar as a joint laboratory.
The chief engineers of the Ship Design Institute, China Shipbuilding Industry Corporation, and major shipyards were each performing their duties. Some were lying on the ground to measure the friction coefficient of the deck coating, some were taking photos of the F-22 modified folding wings, and some were gathered around the arresting cables to discuss the weaving texture.
Researchers from various institutes are distributed in every corner. The power team draws a flow chart for the pipeline direction of the dock cabin. The avionics team records the human-machine interactive interface of the dispatch system next to the hangar console. The material team takes samples next to the welds of the rack for spectral analysis. The weapons team discusses the ammunition supply link around the deck ammunition elevator.
Everyone knows that what we saw tonight will determine the design direction of the next generation of domestically produced aircraft carriers.
Fu Haoran, who had returned to the five-star luxury executive suite, was looking at the group of red-eyed engineers with a knowing smile on his lips.
What he wanted was never the accommodation fee, but the top military talents in the country.
Hive City's starship project needs this group of engineers who are skilled, persistent and willing to study hard.
Just then, the doorbell of the hotel room rang.
Fu Haoran opened the door and saw an unexpected person.
"You are——"Fu Haoran tried to remember the other person's name.
"Hello Mr. Fu, I am Kim Jisoo from the South Korea girl group. Can I come in and have a few words with you?"
Kim Jisoo stood at the door.
She changed her clothes. It was no longer the white dress she wore during the day, but a burgundy suspender skirt. The hem of the skirt just passed her thighs, and two extremely thin suspenders hung on her collarbone.
The suit jacket has been taken off and is draped in his arms.
The sea breeze blew her hair slightly tousled, and a few strands of hair stuck to the corners of her mouth. The lipstick on her lips was newly applied, and it was a very authentic red.
"Mr. Fu, can I come in?" Kim Jisoo asked again. Fu Haoran leaned against the door frame, scanning his eyes from head to toe, and then stepped aside.
"Come in."
We are all adults, no one will ask unnecessary questions at this time.
Kim Jisoo walks into the room.
When she passed by Fu Haoran, the fragrance of gardenia mixed with the salty smell of the sea breeze floated over.
Her high heels made a crisp sound when she stepped on the marble floor of the suite. Every step she took was steady, but the fingers holding her coat tightened unconsciously.
Fu Haoran closed the door but did not follow.
He walked to the bar and poured two glasses of water, pushed one of them in front of her, picked up the other and leaned on the sofa.
"Tell me, why are you having to knock on my door in the middle of the night because you can't talk about it on the ship during the day?"
Kim Jisoo did not sit down. She stood opposite the sofa, put her coat on the back of the chair, and took a deep breath.
The sling slides slightly with the movement of the shoulders, revealing a deeper shadow of the collarbone.
"Mr. Fu, we want to purchase 24 fighter jets, but we hope to pay in installments. We can only pay half of the cost in the early stage, and the remaining cost will have to wait until next year's defense budget is released."
That's it?
Fu Haoran took a sip of water and looked at her.
Kim Jisoo stood in front of him, the hem of her suspender skirt just passed her thighs, her straight and slender legs glowing white under the warm yellow light.
She wore full make-up, with pale gold eye shadow and slightly longer eyeliner to make her already beautiful eye shapes more attractive. The lipstick was newly applied, and there was no flaw in the corners of her mouth.
Twenty years old.
Her figure, temperament, and looks are at the top level in any country's entertainment industry.
Fu Haoran certainly knows that this is not just a business negotiation.
But Fu Haoran doesn't care.
The meat is brought to your mouth, and there is no reason to refuse it.
"Okay, tomorrow I will let my lawyer Jimmy discuss the contract details with you."
Kim Jisoo was stunned for a moment. "You agree?"
"Do you still dare to default on your debt?" Fu Haoran laughed.
Your father United States doesn't dare to cheat on me for paying the bills, so why am I afraid of a little South Korea cheating on me?
Kim Jisoo stood there, the expression on his face changed from stunned to surprised, and then turned into a very complicated smile.
She bent down slightly and bowed deeply to him.
The sling slid down the shoulders with the movement, the black skirt collar opened at an angle, and the full white curves hit Fu Haoran's line of sight without any reservation.
Her movements deliberately slowed down a beat, just enough to freeze that angle in front of his eyes.
"Thank you, Mr. Fu."
She straightened up without hooking the sling back into place.
"Mr. Fu, I have a small personal request. I hope you can help me."
"To this day, I am still in perfect condition."
Fu Haoran If you still don't understand what it means at this time, you are really confused about the style.
You can have a taste of girl group tonight.