Yu Minglang made a phone call after stopping the sound wave.
"Get to my house with your lock-picking tools within 15 minutes, one second late, and I'll deduct points. If your points run out, you're fired."
"It's my break time now."
"If you keep dawdling, I'll deduct your salary!"
"...f...k!"
"Deduct salary!"
The other party hung up immediately, but Xiao Qian could completely imagine how angry the person on the other end of the phone would be.
"Who is this?" Anyone who could speak so forcefully to Xiao Hei must be a tough nut to crack.
"Our newly recruited technician, Yan Yu, is a postdoc in photoelectric science."
For Yan Yu, picking a lock like this is not difficult.
"What secrets do you have to tell me?"
"There's a problem with the blonde across the hall. You'll know the specifics once that stinky brat, Yan Yu, gets here."
