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Chapter 1382 Heart-Pounding Little Assistant and the Undercurrents of Black Stone
Chapter 1383 Heart-Pounding Little Assistant and the Undercurrents of Black Stone

Arya stared blankly at Qin Hao.

A cold, aloof profile.

Looking into his deep eyes, one could see the mine that was now coming back to life.

Sunlight fell on his sharply defined jawline.

this moment.

This man always had an unapproachable, cold-blooded capitalist demeanor.

His image in Arya's mind collapsed.

It was then quietly reshaped by something more complex and profound.

In the pocket closest to my heart.

That small, cool ointment box.

It seemed to suddenly become scalding hot.

"boss"

Arya's voice was a little hoarse.

It carried a softness that she herself was unaware of.

"I'll go talk to Uncle Sanka!"

He must.

"no need."

Qin Hao interrupted her.

He turned his head and looked at her calmly.

"It would be more prudent for Ali to handle the resettlement matter."

"you."

Qin Hao's gaze swept over the few barely visible, faint old scars on her face.

Ultimately, it landed in her bright eyes.

"There are more important tasks."

"Task?"

Arya was taken aback.

Dr. Sorensen, Technical Director of DeepBlue Mining in Northern Europe.

"We will arrive in Zangwe tomorrow afternoon."

"Conduct final confirmation and debugging of the second phase of the process."

Qin Hao walked to the control panel.

Retrieve an encrypted itinerary.

"He is the key figure in the entire vacuum fractionation process."

"His personality is said to be very eccentric."

"I have an extreme aversion to business entertainment and being followed closely by security personnel."

"This trip."

"He demanded absolute discretion."

Qin Hao tapped his finger on Dr. Sorenson's serious-looking ID photo.

His gaze shifted to Arya.

It carried a peculiar trust and a hint of something that could not be refused.

"I need someone."

"We kept a low profile throughout to ensure his absolute safety."

"At the same time, it meets all his 'reasonable' technical communication needs."

"And ensure that he is not disturbed by any corporate spies or 'uninvited guests'."

"this person."

"You have to be quick-witted enough, have enough knowledge to talk to him, and also... be able to make people lower their guard."

Qin Hao's gaze swept over Ailiya's neat and capable work clothes.

"Miss Abdul Aliya".

Qin Hao's voice deepened, becoming almost seductively magnetic.

"This task is perfect for you."

"From now on."

“You were with Dr. Sorenson during his time in Zangway.”

"Special Technical Assistant".

"simultaneous."

"'Unofficial security advisor'."

Arya was completely dumbfounded!
Should we make her a technical assistant?
Accompanying a grumpy old scholar?
Are they also responsible for safety?

this.
This is completely out of character for her carrying weapons, fighting, and charging into battle!
"I?!"

"Technical assistant?"

Arya pointed to her own nose.

A face full of color.

A "Are you kidding me?" expression.

"Qin Hao!"

"I didn't even finish college!"

"You want me to talk to a PhD about technology?"

"Or vacuum fractionation?"

"You might as well just be direct."

"It would be even more satisfying to blow up Blackstone's headquarters!"

"You understand basic mechanical structures and security deployment."

"Exceptional reaction speed and keen observation skills."

"Most importantly."

Qin Hao took a step closer.

Arya was so close that she could smell the faint scent emanating from Qin Hao.

The crisp scent of cedar.

And the unwavering certainty in Qin Hao's eyes.

"You can make people lower their guard."

"Dr. Sorenson hates bodyguards."

"But he wouldn't dislike someone who's energetic."

"A 'helper' with a strong thirst for knowledge."

Qin Hao's voice was deep.

"Your 'scar'."

"It's your medal."

"It is also the best disguise."

"No one would believe that the predator's 'little leopard' is real."

"He would sit quietly in the lab taking notes."

That deep voice, that breath so close.

There was also that peculiar, almost analytical trust and affirmation in Qin Hao's words.

Like a faint electric current.

It instantly spread throughout Arya's entire body.

Arya's heart skipped a beat.

My cheeks felt slightly hot uncontrollably.

Especially when he mentioned "scars" and "medals".

That focused gaze.

Arya instinctively raised her hand.

He gently touched the almost invisible old mark on the side of his neck with his fingertips.

"I"

"I"

Arya opened her mouth.

I want to refute this.

I want to refuse.

But looking into Qin Hao's unfathomable eyes...

Yet, his own reflection was clearly visible in his eyes.

All the words stuck in his throat.

A mixture of panic and confusion.

challenge.

with.

A strange, throbbing feeling of being needed.

It rampaged through her chest.

"The information is here."

Qin Hao seemed oblivious to her embarrassment.

Another, thicker folder and a brand new one.

An ultra-thin, professional-grade tactical tablet was handed to her.

The plate already contains all the core information about the vacuum fractionation process and Dr. Sorensen's detailed profile.

You have twenty hours.

"remember."

"His safety is crucial to the true future of 'Devil's Throat'."

Qin Hao's tone conveyed a sense of final decision-making.

Arya looked at the thick folder and the cold tablet in front of her.

Take a deep breath.

He grabbed the documents and tablet in one swift motion.

The action had a ruthless, "what's the use" attitude to it.

It was as if that wasn't data.

It was a bomb about to explode.

"Row!"

"Boss Qin!"

"you are vicious!"

Arya gritted her teeth.

A hint of shame and annoyance at being forced into this situation.

"Isn't it just keeping an old scholar company?"

"Grandma, I'll take it!"

"What if we mess it up?"

Arya paused for a moment.

She glared fiercely at Qin Hao.

However, he didn't utter the second half of the threatening sentence.

He was just holding onto that pile of "hot potatoes".

Turn around and leave.

The steps were both fast and heavy.

High heel?
(When did she change it?)

It makes a crisp "tap-tap" sound when you step on it.

It's as if they're venting their pent-up emotions.

Charlie watched Arya's retreating figure, which seemed to be fleeing in disarray.

Then he looked at his boss, who remained calm.

But the corners of his mouth seemed to curve upwards almost imperceptibly in profile.

Finally couldn't help it.

"puff"

A laugh came out.

"Hahaha!" "Boss!"

"high!"

"That's really amazing!"

Charlie laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

"Let the predator's lioness be the academic genius's assistant?"

"How could you even think of that!"

"This tactic is devastating!"

"I'll bet a hundred dollars."

"Within three days."

"Dr. Sorenson was either driven crazy by the little leopard's endless questions."

"Either."

"hey-hey."

"I'm captivated by her charm!"

Ali stood to the side, but kept looking in the direction Arya had disappeared.

That resolute face.

The corners of his mouth seemed to twitch upwards very subtly.

Turned around silently.

To carry out the task of resettling the community.

Qin Hao ignored Charlie's teasing.

He turned around again.

Looking out the window at the mine pit brimming with green hope.

The sun is just right.

Penetrating glass.

It landed in his outstretched palm.

There.

There seemed to be a trace of the tablet that had just been handed out.

The touch of Arya's cool fingertips brushed against her unintentionally.

Zangwe New Town.

The skyline was pierced by several silver-gray vacuum distillation towers that rose from the ground.

It reflected a cold light in the setting sun.

At the foot of the most central tower.

The brand-new laboratory was brightly lit.

The air was filled with the deep hum of precision instruments and the distinctive smell of chemical reagents.

Abdul Aliya felt like she was suffocating.

Arya was wearing a well-tailored white lab coat.

-

This thing is practically a shackle on her soul!
-

Her hair was neatly pinned up at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead.

A pair of frameless non-prescription glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose.

This made her overly sharp amber eyes appear slightly "academic".

now.

Arya stood stiffly in front of the huge control panel.

He was holding a heavy electronic recording tablet in his hands.

The top is covered with densely written vacuum fractionation parameters.

and also.

Dr. Sorenson's instructions were highly disjointed and filled with technical jargon.

"Assistant Aria!"

Dr. Sorensen spoke with a heavy Danish accent.

The old man's gray hair looked as if it had been attracted by static electricity.

Each one stands upright.

His wrinkled face was expressionless.

Only the pair of eagle-like blue eyes behind the lenses were frighteningly sharp.

His thin fingers flew across the main control panel.

Display a set of complex three-dimensional fluid dynamic diagrams.

"Record!"

"The argon injection rate deviation of the seventh-stage condensation cycle is 0.03%."

"This resulted in a 0.0018 basis point decrease in isotope separation purity in sample K-7!"

"reason?"

"Is it a slight drift in the B7 sensor of the upstream preheating unit?"

"Is it still that damn inert gas purity problem?"

"I need you within fifteen minutes."

"Retrieve all relevant sensor logs and batch quality inspection reports from gas suppliers from the past 72 hours!"

"Cross-comparison!"

"immediately!"

"immediately!"

Arya's temples throbbed.

I feel like the CPU in my brain is overheating and smoking.

Isotope separation?
Base point?

Sensor drift?
She felt like a kindergarten child who had been thrown into an advanced mathematics exam room!
But Qin Hao's words, "It has to be you," and that heavy sense of trust...

It was like a tight headband around her head.

"Yes!"

"PhD!"

Arya practically forced out those two words through her clenched teeth.

His voice was tense.

She forced herself to calm down.

Fingers flew across the electronic recording tablet.

She typed the command to retrieve the log at a speed almost comparable to that of a combat terminal.

Fragments of information pre-installed on the tablet flashed rapidly through her mind.

-

She practically worked through the information Qin Hao gave her, staying up all night to study it!

Arya took a deep breath.

Ignoring Dr. Sorenson's scrutinizing gaze, which seemed to see right through her as an imposter, she focused all her attention.

Her instinct for security deployment gave her an almost animalistic intuition for abnormal data streams. She didn't bother to delve into those obscure principles.

Instead, it's like checking for traps on a battlefield.

Identify key nodes and filter out redundant information.

"PhD."

ten minutes later.

Arya's voice rang out, with a barely perceptible hoarseness.

But it is extremely clear.

She projected the data from the recorder onto a secondary screen next to the main console.

The fingertip precisely landed on two seemingly unrelated data curves.

"The supplier's batch quality inspection report shows that the purity of the inert gas fully meets the standards."

"But the sensor logs show..."

"During sample K-7 treatment."

“Three abnormal temperature spikes with a duration of less than 0.5 seconds appeared at the local temperature monitoring point of preheating unit B7.”

"The timing of the minute fluctuations in the argon injection rate matches perfectly!"

"I don't think the problem is with the gas purity."

"Instead, the heat conduction microcirculation inside unit B7 experienced momentary instability under specific pressure loads."

"It interfered with the adjacent flow velocity sensor!"

Arya speaks very quickly.

The logic, however, is exceptionally clear.

It directly points to the core of the most likely hardware problem.

Instead of getting bogged down in theoretical quagmire.

Dr. Sorenson turned his head sharply.

For the first time, his sharp blue eyes held undisguised surprise.

He stared intently at Arya.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

My fingers flew across the control panel, performing verifications.

immediately.

For once, his usually stern and serious face twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth—a rare occurrence.

It reveals a near-perfect resemblance.

An approving expression?
Hmm

"(Um.)"

The old man made a nasal sound that was difficult to understand.

His gaze behind the glasses remained sharp.

But the oppressive feeling of scrutiny had noticeably diminished.

"His intuition is quite sharp."

"The direction is correct."

"Although the expression is not 'academic' enough."

He changed the subject, and his tone softened slightly.

"Record!"

"Prioritize checking the internal thermal coupling structure of preheating unit B7!"

"Assistant Aria."

"Go make me a cup of coffee."

"Unsweetened."

"Double condensation".

"It has to be piping hot."

Arya's tense nerves relaxed instantly, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her back.

It worked!
She made the right bet!

A tremendous sense of accomplishment, like surviving a disaster, and the joy of being recognized instantly overwhelmed the previous torment.

Arya even ignored the old man's commanding tone, only feeling that the coffee was well worth the price!
"immediately!"

Arya's voice became much lighter.

He turned and walked toward the coffee machine in the corner, his movements tinged with excitement.

She skillfully operated the machine, and the rich aroma of coffee filled the air.

Just as she was holding the scalding hot coffee cup,

The moment I turned around carefully

-

The heavy, airtight main door of the laboratory slid open silently.

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