"Achoo!"
Luo Zhanyuan: "What happened?"
"Nothing…"
This air conditioning is too cold, it's making me sneeze…
Zhou Chengfu blew his nose and contemplated in his heart.
Right now, he was on a return flight. He didn't know that he was being thought of by someone.
A dozen or so hours ago, he and Director Luo, who was sitting across from him, as well as several other experts from the China International Nuclear Fusion Energy Program Execution Center and other representatives appointed by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, participated in an informal ITER meeting in France.
The outcome of the meeting wasn't positive.
However, rather than worrying about the US representative's attitude toward them, he was more worried about the situation in China.
"Director Luo."
"Yeah?"
Zhou Chengfu was trying to test out the waters. "In your opinion, what do the higher-ups want?"