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Chapter 115: Summoned by the base director

"Stop, what are you doing? Internal strife?" Hong Liang walked out angrily, his rough sword eyebrows raised domineeringly, and the aura of a man who had been in power for many years was clearly revealed at this moment.

Cheng Yuefei, who knew the situation, shouted: "Chief Hong, the base was smashed and Dean Fu Guosheng was taken away. I heard that the suspect escaped here. We are rushing to save people."

Hong Liang snorted coldly: "I think you did it on purpose. It was me, Hong Liang, who took away the person. Why, are you trying to frame her?"

Fellow researchers who came with him took a few steps forward and said, "Chief Hong, the project in the hospital needs to be followed up by Dean Fu. Let us take him away. As you know, the base's material reserves can hardly keep up."

The talented and decisive arrogant people chose to lower their heads for the sake of the overall situation, not because they did not want to confront Hong Liang, but because they knew that Dean Fu had stayed here for so long, and even the highly respected Dean Fu could not convince Hong Liang, let alone themselves.

Hong Liang is getting older and his temper is stronger than before, "You people are just restless. If you ask me, you should cancel Lao Shizi's research institute, which is a waste of resources, manpower and time."

Most of the researchers at the institute were summoned by Cheng Yuefei to rescue Fu Guosheng. What Hong Liang said insulted their hard work and trampled on mankind's efforts to survive.

Someone in the crowd soon couldn't help it and shouted back with curse words:
"You idiot, Hong Liang. I respect you for fighting for the country when you were young, but you are getting more and more stupid as you get older. Where is your brain? The research institute is doing experiments every day using supplies from the base, but the water you drink and the electricity you use now... Which one has nothing to do with the institute?"

"Yes, you may not feel anything now, because your rights are enough for you to have normal meals and normal clothing. But what about the people at the bottom? How many people don't have enough to eat or drink enough? Don't pretend to be a base. In his name, he is doing things that harm the country and the people!"

Hong Liang's beard curled up angrily, "Nonsense, you're totally talking nonsense. Come on, pull him down and give him a good beating."

The sound of clicking leather shoes suddenly appeared in the quarrel between the two parties. Base secretary Liu Yang received the news and took the official elevator and came out from across from Hong Liang's office.

Most of the well-fitting black suit was wrinkled, and it looked like it hadn't been washed for many days. Liu Yang controlled his walking pace, trying not to walk too slowly, without sweating, and without wasting water on washing clothes.

"Chief Hong, Dean Fu, Academician Cheng, and the director of the base are here to invite us."

A war can only be stopped if there is no smoke of gunpowder.

The base director is also the son of the former leader of Country H. His office is located on the 65th floor of the central building of the base.

Cheng Yuefei deliberately walked between Hong Liang and Fu Guosheng, secretly amazed at what kind of skilled craftsmen could build this floor like this.

Throw a grenade here, and the special wall will successfully block a large-scale explosion.

"Come in." A rich and gentle middle-aged voice sounded in the office.

The loud black leather shoes of size 41 entered the office first. He sat down on the sofa and said in a friendly tone: "My dear nephew, why did you think of calling me here today?"

This was the first time Cheng Yuefei met the base commander of the security base. Zhou Zheng's face was exactly the same as that of the leader before the end of the world. The blood relationship between father and son was wonderful.

Seeing him, Cheng Yuefei felt a sense of intimacy in his heart. When he was studying for a Ph.D., he was fortunate enough to attend a political research symposium with his mentor and shake hands with him.