Mrs. Jones had been looking in front of the bathroom mirror for three hours, the first time she had paid so much attention and loved her face after she was forty.

The age spots on the skin have become significantly lighter, the skin is firmer and more elastic, and the complexion is smoother - this is obviously not comparable to those when I was in my teens and twenties, but it is at least restored to the state of fifties.

In the mirror, there is still an elderly white old lady who has long said goodbye to youth in terms of appearance and shape. The excess subcutaneous fat accumulates into wrinkles, which is really not very beautiful.

but......

"Oh! This is really amazing."

Mrs. Jones stroked her hair in the mirror, and the ends of the gray hair could see black. "This is a revolutionary drug, who can resist it?"

There was a drinking can on the bathroom sink. Mrs. Jones grabbed the can and ran to the study excitedly, revealing the answer and shouting: "Dear, this bottle of Coke is really effective, not that damn pill."

Old Jones is sorting out his books, mostly work notes accumulated over decades. These are the most precious wealth in his hands, even more precious than his mind.

Old Jones was extremely calm about his wife's excitement. He buried his head in order, and his voice came from the manuscript, "I told you that the medicine is extremely effective, but it only has half a year's effect.

This is to make people full of vitality and there are no side effects. I am now indifferent to money and power, so I want to live well, so I was easily instigated by that medicine."

Mrs. Jones said excitedly again: "I have kept some of it and maybe I can send it to my friend at 'Merck Pharmaceuticals'. If this thing can be copied, it will definitely make a lot of money."

Old Jones had to stand up from the pile of books and shook his head and said, "Dear, have you considered the consequences of doing this? How do we explain the origin of this medicine? Then should we be caught as an experimental product and draw blood as a specimen?

Besides, it’s really our turn to make money? Those consortiums will pounce on you and eat everything.”

"Oh, don't say that seriously. My friend is not that bad."

Mrs. Jones waved her hand to retort, but she quickly whispered herself in denial, "But it's hard to say. I've seen how those guys who study medicine treat experimental animals.

There is a lot of pressure to develop drugs. In order to succeed, they can do anything."

A large number of documents from many years ago were found in the study, many of which were covered with official top secret stamps. Mrs. Jones flipped through it casually and whispered in surprise: "Dear, are you going to move all of these?"

"Yes. These are the test data accumulated during the maintenance of multiple engines. I have been in my hands for at least twenty years. Don't underestimate them. These data are very useful for catching up with backward systems."

"I mean you really plan to hand over all of this? Wouldn't it be too risky?"

"I won't take it all at once, but I have to sort it out." Old Jones grabbed a book casually, "For example, if these intake airflow analysis are analyzed, the sorting can greatly speed up the research progress of similar aircraft.

Also, the mechanical analysis of these aircraft structures is priceless.

After World War II, the US Air Force developed more than 40 jet aircraft such as F80, F-86, F-100, F-104, etc., with more experimental models. This is just fighter jets, not bomber reconnaissance aircraft, etc.

We tested almost all the aircraft types, and after countless failures and setbacks, we mastered enough data and created the world's most advanced aircraft.

I am doing repairs, and all these are open to me. Other countries do not have such complete information. The "Holy Light" must need this thing, and they will be excited to death."

The information cleaned out of the study was piled up like a mountain, but that was not all. Old Jones also entered the basement of his villa. The dusty paper materials inside were so much that he, the old man in his seventies, could not move them at all.

Mrs. Jones advised, "Dear, don't move. You have accumulated too much for decades, and even if you move out, there is no place to put it in. It's enough to deal with some of it first."

Old Jones was also tired and sat on the packaging carton where the information was stored, panting. He said to his wife: "I will go to the UK first, detour through Eastern Europe and then turn to the 'Holy Light' headquarters."

Mrs. Jones agreed, "You can go and check it out first, there is no rush to sort out these things. We try to keep in touch, it won't go too far."

The old couple still maintained the necessary caution, but they both regained their optimism and expectations for the future. But when their excitement was over and they felt tired due to their physical strength, the doorbell outside the room was ringed.

Both Jones and his wife were shocked and felt guilty and panic. They came from the basement to their doorstep and found Zhou Qingfeng standing outside the door alone and laughing.

"You must be Mrs. Jones, and you look pretty good today." The door opened, and Zhou Qingfeng shook hands with the old lady in a familiar way. "I have read the paper on applied physics that you wrote, but unfortunately I don't understand it very well."

The old lady was responsible for leading Zhou Qingfeng into the living room, while Old Jones ran out carefully and looked around in the deserted street. He turned around and shouted to Zhou Qingfeng: "Mr. Hugo, why are you here now? I will reply to you in two days."

The old lady sighed at her husband and shook her head, "This young man said he had installed a wiretap machine on his body. He came over when he heard you agree to go to the 'Holy Light' headquarters."

Eavesdropping device?

Old Jones quickly searched his body, but he couldn't see the little fairy flying over his head.

The old lady shook her head again, "Forget it, Jones. These are professional agents, we are not their opponents. Mr. Hugo also knows that you have a lot of luggage to carry, and he is specially here to act as a porter."

Old Jones was also a little depressed. He never expected his words and deeds to be stared at by the other party.

Zhou Qingfeng used his strong affinity at the right time - the same "suggestion technique", which can be ignored by others and can also bring a halo of friendship.

"Mr. Jones, I understand your doubts and worries. But I am not an unreasonable person, nor a ruthless politician. We are in a mutually aided relationship, but we must act faster.

You can pack some simple luggage these days. It is best for your wife to go with you and say that you will travel to Europe for a few months. As for the information you have accumulated, we will just transport it and ensure that there is no shortage."

The virtual body Sophia floated out of the basement and nodded to Zhou Qingfeng, indicating that all the information recorded on paper had been stored - the "Touch of Scholars" is of this benefit.

As for non-paper materials, just find a way to burn them on a CD and take them away, which is simple and convenient. As for physical samples, just use an alchemy workshop to carry them.

After being promoted to level 20, the area of ​​the alchemy workshop has expanded to 1,000 square meters and a height of ten meters. Zhou Qingfeng used it to smuggle VCD machines and CDs, and could transport more than 200,000 units at a time. Even super large items of goods are no problem.

This time I went to the plane cemetery, and I must have to fill the alchemy workshop.
Chapter completed!