Thus, Xia Jin succeeded.
He succeeded in building the lighthouse before the apocalypse, and even, in his initial conception, Xia Jin wanted to take the lighthouse out of the Blue Star and sail in the interstellar.
But Xia Jin himself knew that the current lighthouse was already a miracle.
Things couldn't be rushed, and a month before the lighthouse was completed, Xia Jin felt an unusual weather warning.
The natural disaster had quietly descended.
Yes, Xia Jin and Xu An were both reborn.
It was just that no one knew which of them was the butterfly that flapped its wings, causing the apocalypse of this life to be so different.
Or perhaps, both of them were that butterfly.
But to this day, they still did not know of each other's existence.
Looking at Gao Ye's appearance before him, Xia Jin knew that this matter should indeed be a misunderstanding, but the unpleasant feeling still surged in his heart when he thought of Weng Quan's corpse.
Xia Jin did not have any feelings about Weng Quan's death, after all, he had not been idle in pushing for his death.
After all, a disobedient dog was worse than killing it and raising a new one.
Xia Jin did not have that much time to wait for dogs to repent.
However, thinking about the things in Weng Quan's body still made him a little uneasy.
He figured Qin Chuan would not discover it, even if he did discover the things inside Weng Quan's body.
That thing, from the surface, was just an ordinary hypha, and it might be mistaken for a hair at any moment.
"A Ye, I'm giving you one last chance, don't disappoint me."
Although Xia Jin did not explicitly state what was going on, Gao Ye felt a chill down his spine, clearly understanding the hidden danger in these words.
"Yes, Doctor, I will definitely bring Weng Quan's body back intact."
As if making up his mind, Gao Ye said this and was pushed out of the office.
Leaving behind the few people who were still arguing about shirking responsibility for Weng Quan's death.
The beautiful woman who led the group watched Gao Ye leave, then looked at his thin back, secretly mocking him in her heart.
A child who hadn't even grown any hair, putting on such a confident appearance for whom?
However, seeing that Xia Jin did not seem to blame him for Weng Quan's death, the woman temporarily let down her guard and a different intention arose in her heart.
She was the one who had been responsible for following Weng Quan in his work, and although Weng Quan was dead, his forces and wealth had not died with him.
Weng Quan was an orphan, and the only woman he had, he had driven away to the relief station himself.
Her eyes were full of ambitious greed; she wanted everything Weng Quan had left behind.
But the woman herself knew that with her own abilities, wanting Weng Quan's things was like trying to eat people and talk nonsense.
But there was one person who was different; as long as Xia Jin made a move, her inheriting everything Weng Quan left behind would be legitimate.
For this reason, the woman deliberately moved closer to Xia Jin.
Xia Jin had a harmless appearance, let alone in this apocalypse, even before the apocalypse, he was the kind of gentle-looking person who looked like a teacher.
This also caused many people to misunderstand that Weng Quan was the one who called the shots in the laboratory that held the technological lifeline of the lighthouse.
In fact, the more core personnel knew.
Weng Quan was just a worker for Xia Jin.
"Doctor, now that Weng Quan is dead, what about the projects he was working on?" The probing intent in this question was too obvious, but the woman did not feel anything was wrong.
After all, Xia Jin's easy-going nature was too deeply ingrained, so everyone thought Xia Jin was a kind and approachable person.
The woman had already sent everyone out of the room before speaking.
Now, only the woman and Xia Jin were in the office.
She intentionally or unintentionally moved closer to Xia Jin, and her good figure was about to press against Xia Jin's chest.
But at this moment, Xia Jin had no reaction at all; he neither pushed her away impatiently nor, like those lustful men, eagerly pounced on her like a "fat meat" that was about to fall into his mouth.
Xia Jin still looked at the woman before him with a blank expression.
It was just that the look in his eyes was not right no matter how you looked at it.
It wasn't like looking at a woman; the woman couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.
No, Xia Jin's gaze was not even like looking at a living person; it was clearly the look of looking at a dead person.
There was curiosity and exploration in that gaze, but no lust at all.
The woman believed her appearance was comparable to that of a top-tier celebrity even before the apocalypse.
Although in the apocalypse, appearance was not as valuable as a bowl of rice, it had to be admitted.
However, women who were both beautiful and capable always attracted a second glance.
But all of this was fundamental; she could protect her beauty, and she had not seen those龌龊 and darkness.
Beauty alone is a dead end was not a joke.
But looking at Xia Jin now, if the timing were not wrong, she would even suspect Xia Jin's sexual orientation.
Even if he had good self-control, he wouldn't be so unmoved, would he?
But Xia Jin looked at the beautiful woman before him with a scrutinizing gaze from beginning to end.
It was like appraising a commodity.
"You want what Weng Quan left behind?" Xia Jin looked at the woman with a half-smile, completely oblivious to the two soft mounds that were about to rub against his arm.
In his eyes, insects were genderless.
The woman nodded.
Xia Jin seemed to become interested. He raised his eyes and finally looked directly at the woman's face. It was indeed a flawless and beautiful face. He flicked his fingertips and held her delicate and small chin.
In this era of extreme scarcity of items, women no longer had as many beauty products and skincare items as they did before the apocalypse.
Not to mention cosmetics.
Most women were sallow and emaciated, with no luster on their faces.
But the woman before him was different; her face was full and elastic, her skin was delicate and fair, and wrinkles were rarely seen.
It could be imagined how much effort and financial resources it would take to maintain a face like this.
Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the woman before him was, Xia Jin would not have the slightest interest.
He curved his lips into a smile, and his already gentle face, enhanced by the smile, looked somewhat sinister.
It was at this moment that the woman realized her fear belatedly.
She struggled slightly, trying to break free from Xia Jin's grip.
"Doctor, you're hurting me." Although her voice carried a barely perceptible tremble, it was still charming.
But Xia Jin seemed not to hear.
The woman saw that Xia Jin had no intention of letting her go.
So her struggling movements became a little larger.
"Doctor, please let me go, you're hurting me."