Awakening the Daily Intelligence System Chapter 572 - 226, Lin Mo’s tough stance: Sorry, I’m not her

Elder Li was an impatient man. Without waiting for the other two to speak, he gestured broadly, making the decision for everyone, "Is this the ti to be eating?"

"Eat my ass!"

"Comrade Li, please take to see the blueprints imdiately!"

"The vector engine is of incomparable importance to our nation’s aviation industry. The sooner we develop it, the sooner we can stand tall and proud!"

"Stop asking questions, let’s go now!"

Had he been younger, given his current state, he would have been desperate to drag Liu Limin to the eting room right then.

Director Hu agreed, saying, "Elder Li is right. We can eat anyti. Our nation has been suffocating for too long. If there’s even the slightest chance, we want to wipe away the dust from its body as soon as possible and see it reclaim a transcendent stance atop the world again."

The others were all talking at once, nearly all saying the sa thing. Among the dozens of people present, not one suggested taking a break or eating first.

Though they were no longer young and their bodies not as robust as in the past, they had all traveled a long distance to be urgently summoned to the First Military Industrial Factory, and they were not in the best of conditions.

Especially so scientists who were already physically disabled, who now needed rest all the more.

But the vector engine was so important that the many experts present had forgotten all discomfort, eager to see these legendary blueprints.

The only uncertainty now was that nearly all the experts in Grand Xia’s aviation engine field had arrived, but it seed that the blueprints did not originate from them.

Who could have designed them?

This question surprised everyone present.

"Good!" Seeing the enthusiasm of the scientist before him, Liu Limin had no reason to refuse, nodding and saying, "Then it’s another bit of hard work for everyone, I’ll take you to see the blueprints right away."

"However, I have an unreasonable request, and it also reflects the wishes of the National Elder."

"He hopes that everyone will not overexert themselves. If you feel tired, you must speak up because, if the blueprint validation is successful, what follows will be a drawn-out battle, a grueling fight."

"We mustn’t let temporary excitent cause harm to our health."

The crowd nodded in agreent, accepting Liu Limin’s request. To them, seeing the vector engine blueprints as soon as possible was worth any condition.

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Ti ticked away, and soon it was the dawn of the next day.

On the internet, news about Lin Mo, after fernting throughout the night, was hotter than ever rather than cooling down.

Whether on short-video platforms, forums, social circles, or microblogs...

It could be said that anywhere people gathered, there was discussion about Lin Mo, and this ti the fervor extended beyond Grand Xia to foreign news dia, which were also reporting frantically.

Moreover, the international interest this ti was even more intense than when Lin Mo had started his live stream.

In the comnt section of a short video about Lin Mo.

"Damn it, it’s been a whole night, and there’s still no news about Lin Mo?"

"Firmly opposed to Lin Mo’s incarceration, we demand his release!"

"Free him, free him!"

"He just wanted to survive, how is that wrong?"

"I don’t care if Lin Mo is released or not, but at least make the trial public, so we’re not left guessing all day. It’s exhausting, you know!"

Interestingly, the ones reading the comnts in this video were not just internet users from around the world.

Two people who had experienced the Lin Mo incident firsthand were also watching—Chen Shanhe and Chen Kainan.

Chen Kainan had just been brought to Arica by Lin Mo’s n, and after being apart for a full four years, father and son, at last, t face to face for the first ti.

Their initial interaction was very awkward, neither knowing what to say.

Especially since Chen Kainan had been incarcerated for a whole four years, and throughout that ti had almost no contact with the outside world. Living each day in a less than 4-square-ter pitch-black iron cage, he had developed nyctophobia, dentia, and a degenerative speech disorder.

There was no helping it.

Humans are social animals; even those with the strongest will would beco ntally deranged after years of such tornt.

Above their heads on the large screen, the news and opinions about Lin Mo from the internet played.

"Gr... Gr... Dad... Ah... Ah..." Chen Kainan beca agitated, only able to muster so short syllables with all his strength.

On one hand, it was due to the lengthy imprisonnt, and on the other hand, it was the shock of discovering the grandfather he had called for decades was in fact his real father; a shift too overwhelming for most to accept.

"Useless trash!" Watching Chen Kainan’s pathetic state, Chen Shanhe felt an inexplicable rage and couldn’t help but curse, "If it weren’t for you losing your mind over a re tens of thousands of dollars, willing to murder an entire family, how would the Chen Family have fallen to this state?"

"You still have the nerve to call father, hmph, if I were you, I’d just smash my head in and be done with it!"

Chen Kainan was so shad he didn’t know where to put himself, his face fluctuating between pale and flushed, and finally with a surge of resolve, tried to smash his head and end his own life.

Unfortunately, the room they were in was equipped with many high-definition surveillance caras, and watching them through these caras were nurous staff mbers whose job was to prevent any suicidal attempts on their part.