I Built the Salvation Organization

Only these can bring some effect to this civilization that is striding towards extinction.

This is one such world.

Now, though, Steinbeck wants to change that.

He's about to start beating.

Looking at the achievements of himself and his daughter these days, Steinbeck took out the phone tremblingly, and then made a call that he had already engraved in his memory.

"Hello? Who is it?" An old voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Woolf." Steinbeck's voice was a little excited, "It's me, Steinbeck."

"Steinbeck?" The person on the phone answered hesitantly, as if he was thinking, but suddenly realized, and there was some excitement in his voice, "It's Steinbeck, are you still alive? Really Well, I, cough cough, sorry, my health is not very good."

"Me too." Steinbeck was also full of emotion, "We are all old."

Woolf on the other end of the phone is not a scientific researcher, but he has an identity.

The general manager of the space immigration project.

Of course, it was once.

He was the person in charge who was sent by the global regime to manage the development of the entire project. He was equally ambitious and wanted to complete this great project to save all mankind.

However, after that, for various reasons.

This huge investment project has been abandoned a little bit.

Woolf was also run away by his competitors, lost his position, and returned to serve in the global regime. Later, the project presided over by Steinbeck was also abandoned, and he never saw this former immediate boss again.

I just heard that Woolf's position in the global regime is getting higher and higher, and finally he retired as a member of parliament.

That's why Steinbeck called.

However, Woolf seemed to be more excited than him.

"Yeah, we're all old, how are you? Steinbeck, I'm so glad you called me, you know, how long has it been since I've seen people I used to know? Every night, I am looking back on my failed life, can you come and see me? Just see me for the last time, Steinbeck..."

The voice of this old man who used to be in a high position was extremely fragile at this time, with a bit of crying.

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Chapter 490 Seven: Artificial Human Ecosphere

Such a reaction, even Steinbeck did not expect.

In his memory, the other party was a very strong and confident person.

He is younger than him, but he is full of vigor. In the early days, he managed such a huge project in an orderly manner.

But now.

Is the person on the phone really the person I know?

Steinbeck was in a trance, but his reaction was quick.

"Okay, I want to see you too," he said.

Now among the entire senior management, the only person he knows is this person.

Although the other party has retired for a while, he definitely has more contacts than him.

Although Steinbeck is a relatively simple scientist, he has lived for such a long time, and he is not ignorant of other things. He knows very well that if he finds the global regime with these blueprints, there are eight out of ten. Nine is to be blasted out.

If you want to rely on this blueprint to restart the space immigration project, the manpower and material resources required are almost unimaginable.

Such a big deal.

There must be people with enough weight to have the slightest possibility of promoting the project.

After hanging up the phone, he greeted his daughter Dale.

"Let's go, accompany me to meet someone."

"Ah?" Dale shrank her neck subconsciously, a little reluctantly.

She stayed at home these days, completely immersed in her study with Xiaoxi.

This is an experience she has never had before.

Not only can she do her favorite thing, but she also has a real "friend" who is both a teacher and a friend to accompany her, support her, and help her.

Under such circumstances, she didn't want to go out at all.

However, looking at his father's old appearance, Dale still did not refuse.

She accompanied her father, went out, and went directly to the "bus".

This is a specially designed and manufactured vehicle. It looks about the same size as a bus in the past, but the ground has the same track as a train. The wheels of the bus lock the track tightly. Only in this way, it To be able to walk through the sandstorm.

It is also the safest means of transportation in the world today.

However, Dale has never sat down once in such a big age.

Because it is expensive.

The production of buses has long been stopped due to the lack of enough mechanical engineers, and the "old objects" used more than ten years ago are now being used, and they are decreasing year by year due to damage, so now people try to avoid leaving the city as much as possible Traveling, only the rich would take the bus to leave here, and Dale's father has been living on a gradually decreasing allowance for the past ten years, so how could it be possible to take her on the bus.