With the end of the second-generation controllable fusion project, the work at hand had finally come to an end, and Lu Zhou was finally free.
Since he had been in a retreat for almost half a year, he hadn't gotten together with his old friends for a while.
Therefore, Director Li, Li Gaoliang, Wang Peng, and Lu Zhou all went to the grilled fish shop that they used to go to, opened a box of beer, and started talking as they ate.
"Time flies by quickly these days. In a blink of an eye, it's already another year."
"Yeah."
"Yeah, come, cheers."
Director Li had a flushed face after drinking. He stared straight at the mist rising from the plate, thinking about the past and the future.
Li Gaoliang also cheered Wang Peng. He then said with a smile, "I heard you're doing well at the Security Bureau recently?"
"It's alright."