"The White House has engaged us in such a big battle, and we can’t fail in less than a day, right? In that case, in the eyes of the White House, what is the difference between everyone and a bunch of trash?"
Rutgers wanted to cry without tears, and blurted out, "Mr. Smith…we are all scientists. They are not professional if they let scientists do this kind of metaphysics…"
James Smith said, "No way, just bite the bullet and do it, otherwise, what should we do?"
At this time, an Asian-faced scientific researcher plucked up the courage to speak, "Mr. Rutgers, I suggest that it is best to go to Aurous Hill for a field trip, and then bring a batch of environmental samples back for research, such as the air there, soil, groundwater, surface water, rainwater, etc."
Seeing that he is an Asian face, Rutgers asked curiously, "Are you from China?"
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