A beam of light stopped in front of them. A huge space station, dark black in color, like a flying mountain range the size of the Himalayas, materialized out of the light beam.
9527!
Han jerked, because the station serial number was 9527, and that meatball shaped, fat, old man who often helped and joked with him also had the code number 9527.
"This cannot be a coincidence?" Han said to himself.
Not after a long time, the sealed doors of the space station opened loudly. A metal escalator extended out and an old man shaped like a ball walked down with a smile.
"Han, are you happy to see me?" asked the fat old man.
Han was stunned, not believing that it was really 9527!
"How did you find me?" Han asked surprised.
9527 replied, "Because of Yuan Yuan. Ah, do you still remember that you bought a very expensive chip, code-named Prime Minister? With this chip, Yuan Yuan obtained the ability to contact me, but I did not tell you the details so you did not know about it."
