He was still holding a rag, and whenever he saw a dirty spot, he would go over and wipe it a few tis.
Zhang Feng looked at this unfamiliar driver, and for so reason, Old Zhao ca to mind.
They are both little old n, always wanting to do sothing.
Zhang Feng glanced at him a few tis, then turned to Old Liu beside him, "Find a few people to help that master, there are places he can’t reach."
He said.
Under Old Liu’s curious gaze, Zhang Feng instinctively walked to the platform and jumped down, preparing to board the train.
At this mont, as Zhang Feng moved and jumped off the platform.
Nearly nine-tenths of the special personnel in the station shifted their attention here.
Many even put their hands on their guns at their waists, thinking President Zhang had discovered sothing amiss.
It’s precisely everyone’s reaction.
After noticing this, Zhang Feng felt that his thirty years of mory were sowhat problematic.
Especially since he was now dividing his attention to circulate his inner strength while trying to remain natural.
With his mind divided, what remained were ’long-standing habitual actions’.
But Zhang Feng’s hopping off the platform wasn’t really strange.
Instead, it was the sudden head-turning of a large group of people (special personnel) that made the surrounding passengers feel this scene was a bit startling.
However, when the passengers followed their gaze and looked under the platform.
Zhang Feng had already walked to the other side of the train, and with a quick move, entered the carriage through the window.
At this mont, there were no passengers in this carriage, but two engineers were using instrunts to scan the corners, eliminating so dangerous items.
"President Zhang!"
Upon seeing Zhang Feng appear, they hurriedly saluted.
Zhang Feng was familiar with the two, knowing they were from his base.
Nodding to them, Zhang Feng looked at Old Liu, who ca up shortly after, "Where are our seats?"
...
The seats are in the third to last carriage.
This is where the hard seats are, along with so equipnt and researchers.
Then two carriages after, and two in the front, are disguised security, ready to blend in with the passengers.
As long as there are many passengers, they don’t stand out much.
However, things did not go as planned.
Until the train departed.
Zhang Feng strolled through the entire carriage and only saw about thirty normal passengers.
The remaining over eighty were all security personnel.
And this train was not ticket-restricted but was open normally.
Even with normal operation, there were just over thirty passengers.
Especially when Zhang Feng walked around, occasionally sitting in empty seats, listening to their conversations, he found they were rarely tourists or on business trips.
Instead, they saw an old train available on online booking sites and boarded this decades-old thing, lacking speed, environnt, and air conditioning, out of nostalgia.
Hearing this, Zhang Feng had mixed feelings, but in the Tank Commander World, his dark green was priced sky-high, even for standing tickets.
Even if the remodeled air conditioning was removed, it was still a tough ticket to get.
’This is a case of the tis changing and people changing.’
Zhang Feng finally sat in the empty dining car of this train, watching the young chef playing on his phone.
Working on this train, though the environnt was poor, it was indeed a cushy job.
...
Woo-woo~
In two days, they arrived in the province where Plant Base No. 3 is located.
Zhang Feng also received a reward, an old-fashioned conductor’s hat.
He was sowhat pleased.
But so of the older researchers were quite uncomfortable.
Because Zhang Feng lectured in the train during the day and discussed so dical academic topics with them.
Each lecture was an all-day focus.
In the evenings, they discussed on the train, then recalled the day’s knowledge. Coupled with their age, they couldn’t sleep well and naturally felt uncomfortable.
Fortunately, they were all dical professionals, so there was no danger.
And with Zhang Feng there, helping them condition their bodies while conducting experints and teaching in the process.
Everyone’s health was still good, and so minor ailnts were cured by Zhang Feng.
Though the journey was tough, they knew this was the most worthwhile train trip of their lives.
Zhang Feng also understood what they thought, because people in his world who rode his train thought the sa way.
...
Three days later.
In the mountains.
At the entrance of the planting base.
After a look, Zhang Feng led Dr. Wu ahead.
Behind, with so dust on his face, Old Liu looked at the staff seeing them off, then instructed the base manager:
"Old Forest, no need to see us off."
Old Liu said, indicating with his gaze towards Zhang Feng and Dr. Wu, who were already walking far ahead,
"Old Forest, in consideration of the friendship between your grandfather and mine, fighting against the invaders together.
Let give you a tip, President Zhang doesn’t like large groups of people following him.
So next ti President Zhang cos, don’t make a big show of it.
And about the planting issues, proceed according to the planned arrangents, and implent them specifically."
"Absolutely!" The manager shook hands with Old Liu, then suddenly whispered: "Should we establish Base No. 3 first then? But I see Base No. 1 hasn’t started yet.
No. 1 was supposed to be the prioritized one according to the plan.
If we start first and take up resources, will it look like we’re trying to take credit?"
"Just No. 3, you guys." Old Liu said with a wave of his hand, "President Zhang has already co to No. 3 and nodded in approval of your preliminary work.
So let No. 3 start first.
Our data center will strongly support.
If anyone has objections, tell them to co to , I’ll handle it."
"But..." The manager wanted to say sothing else.
"No more talk, I’ll check back in a month." Old Liu, seeing that Zhang Feng had already gone far, quickly bid farewell, "Go and get to work, showing progress is more effective than saying anything.
President Zhang likes to see progress, not to hear ’but, however’."
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