Super Seminary: Peerless Momen

There is frequent good news from Mo Xia, like a spring breeze that fills people with hope.

At the same time, in the Tiangong Building in Juxia City, Mo He was busy with the plan to equip the Yulin armor.

At the same time, he issued an urgent order to Daji, asking her to increase the production capacity of the production line.

As a super AI, Daji not only has efficient computing power, but also has powerful control and production capabilities.

Mo He's intention was very clear: he planned to equip these armors to the special forces first.

Special forces are the elite among the elites. They have powerful combat capabilities and are the sharp knives on the battlefield.

Once these warriors are equipped with Yulin armor, their combat effectiveness will achieve a qualitative leap and they will be able to quickly form an unstoppable force.

Under the bright lights of the laboratory, Mo He, Yu Qin and AI assistant Daji are working day and night.

They are making final preparations for the "Vanguard Plan". Every detail has been carefully considered and every piece of data has been repeatedly verified.

Jingle Bell--

The crisp ring of a telephone suddenly broke the silence of the laboratory.

In the quiet laboratory, the sound was particularly abrupt.

"Dad is calling!" The phone's ringtone sang happily.

Mo He was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, signaling Daji to answer the phone.

As Daji operated, a bright blue light suddenly flashed in the laboratory. The light danced in the air and finally condensed into a clear virtual image.

That is the virtual image of Mo He's father, Mo Weiguo.

Mo Weiguo's virtual image appeared particularly real in the laboratory, with a stern face, as if someone owed him money.

"Dad! Is there something wrong?" There was a hint of surprise in Mo He's voice.

In his memory, his father was always so busy that it was difficult for him to get through on the phone, especially after he became the head of the war zone.

"Hmph!" Mo Weiguo's voice on the other end of the phone was somewhat serious and dissatisfied, "Do you still have me as your father?"

Hearing this, Mo He looked confused, obviously not understanding why his father suddenly got angry.

He quickly responded: "Look at what you said, of course there is!"

Mo Weiguo still had a straight face and said in a serious tone: "Why didn't you tell me about the Vanguard Project?"

"Ah!" Mo He was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized.

For a moment, I felt a little amused and helpless, and I felt that this was the reason why my father was angry.

Mo Weiguo pointed at Mo He, with a bit of complaint in his tone: "If I hadn't known your Uncle Du, I wouldn't have known."

Mo He also remembered at this time that he had just been transferred to the Southern Theater Command some time ago, which is also a border area.

He realized that he was so busy with the Vanguard Project that he forgot to tell his father this important news.

"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely arrange it for you." Mo He quickly patted his chest to assure.

"That's about right!" Mo Weiguo nodded with satisfaction, raised a finger and said, "Ten thousand sets!"

puff!

Mo He almost vomited blood, rolled his eyes, and was speechless.

"Dad, are you kidding me? You think this is Chinese cabbage? There are 10,000 sets."

"Then how much do you want to give?" Mo Weiguo seemed to feel that his request was a bit excessive, and his tone relaxed a little.

"I plan to only equip the special forces, so that we can quickly form combat effectiveness and temporarily stabilize the situation on the border." Mo He explained.

Mo Weiguo stroked his chin and thought for a while, then nodded: "Your idea makes sense."

Mo He shrugged lightly and continued to explain helplessly: "In addition, the raw materials for the armor are very limited. Currently, we can only provide one hundred sets of armor for each war zone."

"So little?" Mo Weiguo frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the number.

Mo He seemed a little helpless: "Dad, this is all I have accumulated over the years."

The situation on Blue Star is really too difficult.

It's like a small planet hanging alone on the edge of the universe, facing unimaginable difficulties.

First, its land lacks the rare mineral resources that are the envy of other planets.

These resources may be everywhere on other planets, but they are rare treasures on the Blue Planet.

Secondly, due to the limitations of their technological level, the people of Blue Star cannot travel freely between the stars to mine those rare minerals like other more advanced civilizations.

This means that the Blue Star people must rely largely on their own land and resources.

And the raw materials they currently have are almost all accumulated bit by bit by Mohe over the years.

I have already invested a lot of money!

After listening to Mo He's explanation, although Mo Weiguo felt a little regretful, he could only nod in agreement: "Okay, then let's follow your plan."

Mo He shrugged again, a helpless expression on his face.

What else can we do? !

Mo Weiguo chuckled and continued, "But I am your father after all, so you have to give me more."

There was a hint of teasing in his tone, but his eyes revealed a hint of seriousness.

After hearing this, Mo He couldn't help but laugh and cry, thinking that this old man was really something.

He shook his head slightly, but there was a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

But what can he do? After all, he is his father.

He sighed softly, then nodded helplessly and agreed.

Then Mo He said a number: "110!"

Mo Weiguo immediately reacted and continued, not wanting to be outdone: "120!"

"Deal!" Mo He responded immediately with a smug smile on his face.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if celebrating his small victory.

"Good boy, you're doing this again!" Mo Weiguo glared at him, but there was no blame in his eyes, instead they were full of doting.

"Hehehe, Dad, once something is said, it can't be taken back." Mo He smiled mischievously and winked at his dad.

"Okay, okay, 120 is 120." Mo Weiguo shook his head helplessly, but his face was full of smiles.

After the father and son finished their discussion, Mo Weiguo was about to end the call, but suddenly, he seemed to remember something and hurriedly reminded Mo He: "By the way, go back and see the old man when you have time."

Mo He nodded seriously, "I understand!"

"That's it for now, bye!" Mo Weiguo said and hung up the phone.

Mo He listened to the busy tone coming from the phone and shook his head with a somewhat amusing look.

He knew that although his father was always busy with affairs in the war zone, he was always thinking about his family.

This deep concern made Mo He feel warm and a little helpless.

After hanging up the phone, Mo He put away his emotions and threw himself back into his busy work.

He knew that every step of the Vanguard Plan was crucial and there could be no slackness.