Celestial Aviation Company.
At nine in the morning, just as work was starting, He Chen rode a bicycle to the entrance of Celestial Aviation Company headquarters.
He Chen wore a slightly shabby shirt, appearing somewhat destitute. Once a rocket genius, he had now fallen into poverty; this was his most presentable outfit.
"What's your business here?"
The company security guard stopped He Chen, suspicious of this scruffy middle-aged man still riding a battered bicycle, surely not a company employee, quickly dismiss him.
He Chen smiled awkwardly and said, "Hello, my name is He Chen, Mr. Lin asked me to come here."
The security guard frowned and said, "Mr. Lin? Which Mr. Lin?"
He Chen said, "Lin Fan, Mr. Lin."
The security guard's expression changed.
Lin Fan!
That was the boss of Celestial Aviation!
This scruffy middle-aged man was truly summoned by Mr. Lin?
The security guard immediately became cautious. If it was true, he couldn't afford to offend him.
