"Who are you?"

Ren Zhong put on a stern face and asked bluntly.

The woman was taken aback, brushed her hair back over her ear, and with a charming demeanor, introduced herself, "Hello Mr. Ren, I am Ning Yun, the chief secretary of the Chromium Carbon Mining Group's chairman. On Chairman Gao Zhengwen's orders, I've come to invite you to the headquarters of Chromium Carbon Mining for a visit."

Ren Zhong raised an eyebrow, "Lead the way."

In the past, he had traveled to and from Chromium Carbon Town countless times, but had never met the steering man of the Chromium Carbon Mining Group.

Unlike Starfire Town, the leading enterprise in Chromium Carbon Town was not a resource recycling company, but a mining group with a total output value exceeding 50% of the town's total output value.

According to the rules of Source Star, Gao Zhengwen, the steering man of Chromium Carbon Mining, was the unchallenged king of the town, able to decide the majority of its affairs.

Logically, as an outsider, Ren Zhong should have paid his respects upon arrival.

But Ren Zhong had no particular interest in Chromium Carbon Town and was indifferent to dealing with such social niceties, so he put it off until now.

Now, the other side couldn't hold back anymore and took the initiative to invite him.

Halfway there, Secretary Ning Yun said with a smile, "I've heard that Mr. Ren has an eye for beauty, but now it seems this information might be incorrect? Is Mr. Ren just creating a persona?"

Ren Zhong remained expressionless, "It's just that you don't meet my prey standards, don't overthink it."

"Uh..."

Ning Yun was completely shut down by Ren Zhong's remark.

Upon seeing Gao Zhengwen in the boardroom of Chromium Carbon Mining, Ren Zhong instinctively blurted out, "Mr. Gao, what's your relationship with Gao Tianhua from the Yangsheng Branch Company of Purple Crystal Mining?"

"Sharp eyes, Mr. Ren. He is my distant cousin."

Ren Zhong got straight to the point, "No need for formality. What does Mr. Gao want to discuss with me this time?"

Gao Zhengwen said, "Mr. Ren is straightforward! I like that! I've heard you've signed a consulting agreement with the head office. But you shouldn't neglect us entirely, just focusing on Chenhui Mine. When do you plan to come by and give us some pointers?"

Ren Zhong thought to himself, as expected.

However, he wasn't annoyed, just smiled and said, "It's not impossible, but I'm swamped with various affairs these days. Give me some time until I'm less busy, and then we can talk more leisurely?"

"Great! With your word, I'm relieved!"

Gao Zhengwen clapped his hands.

The boardroom doors opened, and several women dressed lightly came out, each carrying a large platter on their shoulders.

The rich aroma instantly filled the room, which served both as a meeting and banquet hall.

Gao Zhengwen said, "Mr. Ren has been in Chromium Carbon Town for so long, and I, as the host, haven't treated you properly once. I have prepared some delicacies today, please enjoy them without reservation."

"Haha, good! Thank you, Mr. Gao!"

The meal was a lively one, enjoyed by both the host and the guest.

After a long time, Ren Zhong left with a full stomach, burping.

He had just returned to his own company when he received another communication request from Yu Junren.

Yu Junren didn't inquire about Ren Zhong's dinner with Gao Zhengwen, only exchanged pleasantries and offered to provide more worker quotas and higher base salaries for Chenhui Human Resources.

Consequently, the head fee Ren Zhong collected from each wasteland worker naturally increased.

Yu Junren also mentioned again that the colleagues in the Continent Level laboratory missed him and had many insights they wanted to share with him.

Ren Zhong merely chuckled and replied that he would surely visit soon, reassuring Mr. Yu that they were truly on the same side.

Smart people don't need to spell everything out.

But both sides understood implicitly, Yu Junren was anxious, worried about being intercepted by Chromium Carbon Mining.

After disconnecting Yu Junren's communication, Ren Zhong walked to the mirror.

Looking at his reflection, he felt a wave of disgust.

Who would have thought that in the 21st century, a genius doctorate who lived simply and happily, just dealing with academia, would be forced by life in the future world to become a worldly person adept at navigating various powers?

He went upstairs, to the private office once established by Yang Bingzhong at great expense, and opened the communications box in the corner of the wall. He looked at the small, palm-sized black box at the back of the box.

Ren Zhong's eyelids twitched.

He returned tonight specifically for one of Yang Bingzhong's significant legacies—this office's specially installed Ghost Ion Communicator.

Ren Zhong didn't have high hopes for this communication device.

He had seen it before and read its instructions; although the name was the same, the functions were vastly different.

The size of the box was vastly different from the communication devices used in drilling machines and Hunters.

The box's surface also showed obvious wear.

Evidently, this was an "antique" or outdated product, its performance vastly different from the advanced products widely used today.

Nevertheless, it should have some reference value.

Solving a mystery always requires starting from any exploitable detail.

Stuffing the wrist watch into the velvet sleeve, Ren Zhong disconnected the wires and took the box out of the cabinet.

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