Midday, Wuzhe Mountain Laboratory.
Park Hyun-dong, Che Zaihe, and Li Yueying were eating in the lab's cafeteria.
"I think we cannot delay any longer, this matter must proceed quickly."
Compared to Che Zaihe, Park Hyun-dong was very short, had a buzz cut, and was quite thin, even more so than Li Yueying, but his eyes were sharp, giving a very clever impression.
Che Zaihe and Li Yueying ate silently.
This morning, he had been discussing this matter, and the two knew why; it was likely that people from other organizations had bribed him, wanting to take the first part of the Sheepskin Scroll.
"Let's start in the afternoon." Che Zaihe said:
"But I've ordered a batch of equipment; it will arrive soon. Let's rest for a while at noon; don't tire ourselves too much. After I sign for that batch of equipment, we'll start handling the Sheepskin Scroll."
Park Hyun-dong paused and nodded at last.
