"Join the Weapons Research Institute?"
In the spacious living room, Lin Chuan had hardly taken a few steps before he stopped and turned to look at Sun Cheng beside him.
"A talent like you is what our institute lacks," Sun Cheng said bluntly.
Let's not even mention the 'Hypersonic Anti-Ship Ballistic Missile'; the 'Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher' alone is enough to prove Lin Chuan's capabilities.
Such a talent, if not recruited back to the institute, would make Sun Cheng itch with unease, unable to calm down.
As expected, Lin Chuan declined:
"Old Sun, I'm used to being idle and I'm afraid I wouldn't adapt to the high-intensity research at the institute. If I end up holding everyone back, I can't take that responsibility."
Sun Cheng laughed heartily. He knew this excuse was just Lin Chuan's way of deflecting, so he said, "If it's just a nominal position, it won't change your lifestyle. You'll find it much more convenient to tinker at the Anling Military Factory."