At ten in the morning, Chi Yue accompanied Qiao Dongyang to a laboratory of Dongyang Technology.
The laboratory was some distance away from the company, occupying a separate building in a very quiet surrounding environment. Dongyang had dozens of laboratories of various sizes, but after falling into a financial crisis, most had suspended work. Only the laboratory led by Professor Yan was the one Qiao Dongyang valued the most, and it was the one he would protect at all costs, even if he had to sell his car and house.
"Professor Yan."
At the laboratory entrance, Qiao Dongyang ran into old Yan.
Old Yan was about fifty-something, with a lively spirit, walking briskly, clearly one of those seniors with strong self-discipline and commitment to fitness. Seeing Qiao Dongyang, Professor Yan adjusted his glasses, glanced at Chi Yue standing behind him, nodded, and turned away.
"Let's go inside to talk."
