After I lost my job, I started to get rich from plane trading.

After Zhu Lin received the supplies from Mo Qinglan for the first time, he directly told others about the source.

Firstly, he is not someone who likes to take credit from others. Secondly, that incident directly helped them screen out unreliable people. Those who are still alive now are all reliable.

As for those unreliable ones... I guess their bones are all rotten.

It's a pity that the situation is tight during this period, otherwise he would have used those people's chips to apply for a pension from the base.

After all, as long as someone "voluntarily" comes to this contaminated area to "atone", in a sense, he has broken away from the category of "person" and is actually the "private property" of the base.

As the person in charge of the base, it is natural for him to handle some "private property".

Of course, this was also preparation for the group of people in the base in advance. After chatting with Mo Qinglan, he found that the other party would stay in the contaminated area for a long time in the future. Sooner or later, this group of people would know, so it was better to make it clear directly. .

Well, isn’t the effect now pretty good?

Looking at the faceless group of people hugging each other in front of him, Zhu Lin's face that had been stern for more than a month finally relaxed.

After nodding to Mo Qinglan and indicating that he would not join, he was ready to leave.

After all, he always had a serious external image, so it was enough to bring people to pick him up in person. Adding other people to Mo Qinglan would make them uncomfortable.

Moreover, they have already discussed these procedures in advance and will talk about business after Mo Qinglan relaxes.

Zhu Lin turned around and looked at the adjutant with the same expression, and saw the other person nodded. Zhu Lin felt that the other person understood what he meant, so he was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the adjutant followed up and whispered in his ear: "Hey, are you tired? You are obviously not a mean person, why do you keep a straight face all day long? Look, now How popular is Dr. Ren? No one wants you~"

Zhu Lin reached out and gave him a tap on the back of his head, looking at his dissatisfied look and rolling his eyes.

"You are not serious all day long, and if I continue to act carelessly, who can suppress these monkeys? If you are like this, then this base will be finished sooner or later."

This kid got an advantage and acted like a good boy. I didn't even think about how easy it would be for him to manage this group of people.

But this guy still makes trouble for him from time to time. Tsk, if you really think it’s hard for him, why didn’t you take over the matter earlier?

Damn it, I originally said this guy would take over the base the night before, but he was notified the next day that it would be him.

In the end, he is the clown.

Zhu Lin ignored the chattering adjutant and decided to go back and deal with the things he had piled up before.

The adjutant looked at the bright lights behind him, then looked at Zhu Lin going dark, and decided to tell his colleagues, send him back to work, and then come back to play.

Anyway, they are already familiar with the professor, so the sponsor’s father must not care about them.

With this thought, the adjutant quietly accompanied Zhu Lin back to the office.

But his plan to go back and play with others came to naught - Zhu Lin took out the tool box that was moved from the office at an unknown time and took him to repair the instrument together.

No way, as one of the safest areas, Zhu Lin's office is filled with all kinds of precious and useless things - such as the oversized energy-saving lamps that were looted from the hands of the people from the pharmaceutical company last time.

This lamp is easy to use. Even if it is completely dark, it will be bright as daylight when you turn it on. The only bad thing is that it is fragile.

If you want to fix things at night, you can only do it here.

The adjutant looked at the pile of "rags" in front of him that were taller than him, and asked in his soul:

"No, don't we have a large number of new sensors now? Why do we need to repair this thing? I'm afraid that my screwdriver will break if I tighten it too much."