Zheng Ren sat in the car and looked ahead quietly. There were fewer and fewer cars, and it gradually became remote and desolate.
Su Yun and master Yan's eldest son, Yan changsen, were chatting. They had already reached an agreement and drafted the contract for the technology transfer. Su Yun didn't go too far. After all, this side also urgently needed those skills. Master Yan's junior Brother couldn't hold on for long, and neither could little stone.
The earlier he got his hands on the technology that he didn't know if it would be useful, the brighter the Firefly-like light would be in the darkness. No one knew if they could light up the road ahead.
Along the way, Zheng Ren had heard Su Yun beating around the bush from various angles, but Yan changsen did not seem to know the specific situation of his youngest uncle. He was basically in a state of complete ignorance.
