ushernet Chapter 1096 Oh no, it seems our secret has been discovered!
Chapter 1096 Oh no, it seems our secret has been discovered!
Jack's voice suddenly rang in my ears.
Uncle Jin snapped out of his daze and found that Jack had somehow walked up to him and was staring at the line of Chinese characters on the screen, with a hint of nervousness and apology on his face.
"This...this is a prototype that we brought back directly from the exhibition. The demo program might...may not have been completely cleaned up..." Jack's voice was somewhat flustered as he explained while pressing the delete key.
Those ten words disappeared from the screen, one by one.
Uncle Jin's fingers twitched slightly.
“If this has made you uncomfortable, I’m so sorry!” Jack said hastily, his tone filled with genuine apprehension. “We absolutely didn’t mean anything by it, it was just… it just came with the prototype, we didn’t expect it…”
Uncle Jin looked at him without saying a word.
He knew Jack meant well.
In this era where the current bald eagle government is frantically advocating "containment and isolation," and in this country where anti-munist sentiment has risen to a surreal level, anything related to China or the alliance is avoided like the plague.
Last month, an elderly woman was surrounded and beaten by several rednecks simply for carrying an oil-paper umbrella she had bought in Chinatown. The reason given was that "it is a symbol of munism."
Is it absurd? Yes, it is.
But that's the reality.
What these guys don't know is that those hot-selling air fryers on the market are made in China. They might even have one in their kitchens.
Uncle Jin sighed inwardly.
On the surface, he simply waved his left hand dismissively: "It's alright, nothing. I've seen plenty of strange and unusual things, one more won't make a difference."
He paused, looked at the machine, and his tone became casual: "Can I keep this thing here for a couple of days?"
Jack and Dr. Witt looked at each other again, hesitation appearing on their faces.
Uncle Jin leaned back against the headboard, his tone languid, as if chatting casually: "Anyway, you can't sell them, and they'll just gather dust if you take them back. You can keep them here, they won't break, right?"
He gestured with his chin towards the window—the dean's office was right next door: "And think about it, I live right next to the dean. What if he happens to pass by one day, sees this machine and finds it working well here, and maybe he'll change his mind?"
Jack's eyes lit up.
"Besides," Uncle Jin added, "you spent two hundred thousand dollars, so someone has to use it and say, 'This thing really works,' right? Otherwise, how are you going to explain it to your families?"
These words struck a chord with Jack. He gritted his teeth and looked at Dr. Witt.
Dr. Witt hesitated for a few seconds before finally nodding.
"Then...would you mind trying it out for a few days?" Jack said cautiously. "If you have any questions, please feel free to contact us."
Uncle Jin waved his hand, indicating that they could leave.
The two breathed a sigh of relief, packed their things, and pushed the empty trolley out the door.
The door was closed.
The ward fell silent again.
Uncle Jin leaned against the headboard, staring at the machine that stood quietly on the bedside table. The screen no longer displayed the square characters that had haunted his dreams; it had returned to symbols that looked like they were dancing on a pole.
But those ten words kept replaying in his mind—
Though physically in Cao Cao's camp, his heart remained with Han; even a loyal minister and a wicked son were content.
He closed his eyes, and those ten words were as clear as if they were branded onto his retina. Even though Jack had deleted them, they were clearer than when they were on the screen; every stroke was etched into his heart.
No regrets.
I really don't regret it.
He let out a soft breath and reached under his pillow to touch the camera. The film was still there, the evidence was still there, and the leverage over those two fools was still there.
And now, there's another machine that can help him complete the application ahead of time.
Uncle Jin opened his eyes, a slight smile curving his lips.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled shadows on his pale face. In the distance, the faint sounds of birdsong from the hospital garden and the gentle creaking of nurses pushing trolleys through the corridor could be heard.
Everything was peaceful.
Only he himself knew that his heart had never been so burning hot.
The comrades in our hometown are working so hard, Lao Jin, don't hold them back!
My hands started working overtime, and the symbols that were twisting and turning on the screen were transformed back into paragraphs of text.
"It's done!"
Uncle Jin looked at the whirring printer and contentedly crossed his blood-stained left arm over his chest.
"Boom..."
The ward door was pushed open again with such force that it slammed against the wall with a dull thud.
Uncle Jin subconsciously reached under his pillow, only to see two people rushing in—Jack Adams and Dr. Witt, who had just left.
The two men were pale and panting heavily, like rabbits being chased by wolves.
“Mr. Kim…” Jack said, his voice trembling as he leaned against the doorframe.
Uncle Jin slowly pulled his left hand out from under the pillow, casually tearing the still-warm sheet of paper from the printer without even glancing at them.
"What's the panic? What, some clueless rednecks have come looking for you guys who've been dragging Chinese stuff around?"
Uncle Jin paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he sensed something was amiss:
"Wait a minute, even if the rednecks are crazy, they wouldn't dare to lay a hand on the Adams family, would they?"
"Oh? You know I'm from the Adams family!" Jack swallowed hard. "No, now's not the time to think about that!"
Our secret might have been exposed!
"Ok?"
Uncle Jin raised his eyebrows.