Central Inspection Station.
Station Chief's Building.
Jiang Chuan walked briskly into the first floor, rehearsed his speech internally once more, and then climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Knock, knock knock.
"Come in!"
The door was gently opened, Ding Yishan was not sitting behind his desk handling official affairs as usual, but was standing by the window, holding a cup of hot tea and gazing out at the "construction site."
During these last seven days of closure, the Central Inspection Station has been hurriedly repairing infrastructure, especially in the isolation area where He Fei's incident occurred, rapidly building more complete isolation chambers.
It's a pity that this repair is ultimately just superficial; the most ordinary steel is used, and it's impossible to replace it with stronger isolation alloy.
After all, unlike other commissioned units in the Buffer Zone and Inner City, the inspection station cannot forcibly request funds.
Tracing back.
