Dear Commander-in-Chief

Gong Jue sat in the middle of the reviewing table coldly.

Without needing to say a word, the surroundings dispersed with a strong and cold aura.

He pursed his lips tightly and his deep gaze landed on the plane. No matter how excited and proud the engineer’s tone was, his expression remained as cold as water.

The high-ranking executives behind him couldn’t help but exchange extremely uneasy looks.

It had been three days since Master Jue came to review the research results of the research and modification of the corporation’s high-tech equipment.

Three days ago, the tank robot demonstrated by the second branch of the corporation, the mini drone demonstrated by the third branch, and even the underwater stealth ship, which was the fourth branch’s proud work, had a series of problems which were mercilessly pointed out by Master Jue.

He criticized them until they cried like dogs!

Today, this was the first branch of the corporation. It was also the high-tech research results that Gong Jue’s direct subordinate had shown.

Although it was called a small plane, it was more appropriate to call it an integrated transforming robot because it could change its own way of existence infinitely.

It was Number 1.

Everyone initially thought that the results of Number One’s modification would satisfy Master Jue a little.

But when they saw Gong Jue’s dark expression…

They couldn’t help but scratch the wall in their hearts.

Why did they suddenly realize that all the high-tech research and development results couldn’t make Master Jue look better? Why was this so?!

Indeed, before the engineer could finish introducing it, Gong Jue waved his hand and interrupted him.

“Do it again!”

The engineer was stunned.

The excitement in his eyes faded away and his face turned pale. “Chief… which should I redo?”

“Redo everything!” Gong Jue said in a low voice. He swept his gaze across the plane unhappily. “Ugly!”

The engineer was speechless.

Didn’t they say that the silver-gray plane was more imposing and stable?

How is it ugly, Chief?

The chief engineer from the first branch risked his life and said, “Chief, please enlighten me.”

A petite figure inexplicably flashed across Gong Jue’s mind. He couldn’t help but order, “Pearl white fuselage, sapphire wings.”

Once his voice fell.

Everyone was shocked.

D*mn it. What a coquettish color!

But when he spoke…

Chief Engineer Zhao said, “The pearl white is noble and imposing!”

Director Qian: “The sapphire can be concealed in the air.”

Vice President Sun: “This color combination is unique enough to match Number 1’s identity.”

CEO Li: “And it’s lively and bright. Our Gong Corporation has a lot of young engineers now. This color represents the vitality and youth of our Gong Corporation…”

Gong Jue glanced at these bootlickers in annoyance.

He only wanted to make a plane that resembled the stupid woman so that it would be more comfortable for her to fly.

Did these people have to make such rich connections?

Special Assistant Lu was more honest. He wasn’t like these old wimps who only knew how to brag.

However, Special Assistant Lu’s seat behind him was empty.

He returned to the Imperial Capital alone and left Special Assistant Lu in Qing Cheng to look after that stupid woman. Did that stupid woman cause any trouble these few days?

Gu Qiqi’s stubborn and light figure surfaced in his mind. His expression softened for a moment, but after thinking about her, it turned cold again.

That heartless little moron was giving a wild man a gift behind his back, but he was still in a cold war with her! A cold war!

What are you thinking about!

“Continue changing! How can you compete with those technological conglomerates in the international market when your technology is so poor? Do you want my Gong clan’s property to be instantly destroyed by someone, you moron!” Gong Jue’s face turned cold as he reprimanded him in annoyance.

The engineers and the upper echelons of the corporation were all innocently reprimanded again.

Just as the atmosphere at the venue became oppressive, Gong Jue’s phone suddenly vibrated.

Gong Jue was about to switch it off unhappily when he saw the name of the message. His hand froze.

D*mn it. Whatever he thought would happen.

That stupid woman actually sent him a recording?

She couldn’t stand the cold war and came to seek reconciliation with him, right?

Did she realize that he had secretly saved his number in her phone as the life-saving number 1?

Stupid woman, don’t be too touched. Hmph.

A trace of arrogance flashed past his face. Gong Jue curved his lips and turned on the receiver.