Our great nation of China traverses the multiverse.

Their era has officially begun!

……

The underground section of the Xishan base.

Fang Jing officially registered a JianShu account and added a note:

I'm a reporter from the lunar base providing live coverage. Next, I'll be taking you on a tour of the entire process of the astronauts' arrival on the moon. Please stay tuned!

After doing all that, he immediately threw his phone on the bed and then left his dormitory.

Underground training ground.

Zhao Guangyao is training with Zhou Yuan.

Don't underestimate Zhao Guangyao just because he's a military officer; his three-pronged attack is no less effective than Zhou Yuan's.

The speed at which he loaded the gun was so fast that his hand left afterimages; he was much faster than Zhou Yuan!

"Oh, Xiao Fang is here!"

Seeing Fang Jing arrive, the two had just finished their match.

Zhao Guangyao and Zhou Yuan smiled and waved to him.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhou, this is a routine trip to the Wandering Earth universe to coordinate technical data."

Fang Jing responded with a smile.

"Okay, please."

Zhao Guangyao and Zhou Yuan patted Fang Jing heavily on the shoulder, nodded firmly, and then laughed loudly as if boasting, "Leave the rest to us!"

"Everything?"

Now that Fang Jingzuo had some free time, he curled his lips into a wicked smile, ready to trick the two of them.

"That's for sure!"

Zhao Guangyao patted his chest, his eyes brimming with confidence.

"And what about...his wife?"

As he said those words, Fang Jing shrugged and his smile widened.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Zhao Guangyao was originally full of confidence. Given the importance of the 237 Project, Fang Jing could use the J-20 as a decoration without any problem!

All right!

But, to everyone's surprise, he actually launched a surprise attack from behind.

ha?

Honey, I don't even have one yet!

"Well, we can't just give it to our wives directly, since we can't go against their wishes, but..."

Seeing the mischievous grin on Fang Jing's face, Zhao Guangyao understood immediately: "Good lad, he's just teasing us!"

"However, we can organize a large-scale matchmaking event for you, easily bringing thousands of people. How about it? Are you interested? There's bound to be someone you click with!"

"The women at the Xishan base are quite 'gentle'."

"!"

"gentle??"

Fang Jing's hand trembled as he listened to Zhao Guangyao's words and imagined the tough woman he had seen before, wearing exoskeleton armor and killing an invading brown bear with a single punch.

Imagining the scene, he shuddered and quickly waved his hand, saying with an embarrassed laugh, "No, no, no, Brother Zhao, I was just kidding."

"Um, I'm off now, data integration is important!"

After saying that, he ran away in a flash.

As he ran, Fang Jing mentally complained.

Brother Zhao is indeed a seasoned veteran; his skills are still lacking!

I wanted to see Brother Zhao panic and react in a flustered manner because of his own words, but he ended up being outmaneuvered!

Let's get back to work!

"Hahahaha!"

Sure enough, behind them, the burly Zhou Yuan was laughing unrestrainedly with his loud voice.

Chapter 69: Probing and the Industrial Mother Machine

Fang Jing's current job is very simple: he travels back and forth from time to time to connect with data from Category C technologies.

Zhou Zhezhi is truly a man of great courage and skill.

He kept his promise and dispatched scientists to help China in this universe better digest Class C technology.

Currently, this universe has already absorbed 30% of the Class C technology!

This mere 30% brought an earth-shattering shock to the scientists at the Academy of Military Sciences.

No, earth-shattering changes are only one aspect; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as devastating and shattering our worldview!

Now, some of the scientists at the Academy of Military Sciences who are in charge of receiving and studying there have no doubt that China has unearthed extraterrestrial relics.

Several scientists even tried to find out from Professor Zhu that they wanted to join the reverse engineering of extraterrestrial technology.

Mr. Zhu simply smiled and remained silent in response.

Zhu Lao's thinking was simple: all the scientists he could consult were loyal and devoted, and he could gradually consider including them in Project 237.

However, being able to enter doesn't mean we should rush to withdraw.

Project 237 is now classified at its highest level.

No accidents are allowed to happen!

In the disinfection room, Fang Jing finished disinfecting, picked up the box full of storage disks, and then connected his mind to the machine.

In an instant, he vanished from the spot.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a familiar room.

But this time, something's not right!

There was no one on duty in the room, and Fang Jing felt a slight vibration in the ground...

"what's the situation?!"

With a furrowed brow, Fang Jing felt somewhat uneasy.

What on earth is going on here!

"Tap tap tap tap!"

The next moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

Fang Jing was completely focused, putting all his energy into the machine in his mind.

If there is danger, he will not hesitate to travel back to this universe!

"Crench!"

The door was suddenly flung open!

Fang Jing stared intently, his pupils suddenly contracting.

"Don't be nervous, Xiao Fang, it's me."

The person who entered was Zhou Weirong, an acquaintance of his.

He was wearing full exoskeleton armor, with splattered and melted bullet holes on the thick bulletproof armor on his chest, and the glass on his helmet was broken and stained with faint blood.

A chilling aura was brought into the room as he entered.

Upon seeing Fang Jing, Zhou Weirong's originally ruthless expression softened.

"What's going on outside?!"

Fang Jing was relieved to see Zhou Weirong walk in and throw the gun aside, and then hurriedly asked what was wrong.

"Rebels attacked our base for some unknown reason. You've arrived just in time; we've just wiped them out."

Slowly removing the exoskeleton, Zhou Weirong dragged his right foot and walked slowly to the table, gesturing with his hand and smiling:

"We have already compiled the remaining technology for Class C seven-axis high-precision CNC machine tools."

As he spoke, he took a black briefcase from the safe under the table and handed it to Fang Jing.

"Brother Zhou, is your leg alright?"

Fang Jing looked at Zhou Weirong with some concern.

Brother, your right leg is bleeding!!!

"It's alright. I was almost hit by their aerial bomb. When I was thrown back, luckily there was a cushioning device inside the exoskeleton."