Corpse Recovery Diver

The tea gathering ended, everyone walked out of the hotel.

Xue Liangliang sat down by the flower bed, took out his cigarette box, and handed one to Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin accepted the cigarette, took out a lighter, and first lit Xue Liangliang's while smiling and said:

"Congratulations, Brother Liang."

Xue Liangliang sighed as he exhaled a smoke ring.

From the announcement of the project restart to the official commencement, there's often quite a long time in between.

Restarting a once problematic closed project is more time-consuming and laborious than starting from scratch, especially since the 572 project was closed twice in history, and each time, serious and bizarre incidents occurred.

Therefore, the preparation time needed for its restart this time will be even longer.

The part that Mr. Luo is responsible for is akin to the technical support provided during the Gaoyou Lake incident.

The teams in charge of other parts also need to prepare and organize.

According to Mr. Luo's estimate, this will take at least another year.

As one of the pre-appointed project leaders, Mr. Luo has only received two pieces of news now.

First, the notification of the project restart;

Second, the requirement to form the project team in advance.

Special projects have extremely high confidentiality requirements, but this confidentiality doesn't mean that all participants must live in complete isolation.

The top leaders who touch the core of the project have their unique standards, but lower-level personnel responsible for more detailed tasks are not held to such strictness, and can even seem rather relaxed.

After all, as long as the task responsibilities are parceled out specifically enough, even front-line personnel involved in the project can still remain oblivious to the grander picture.

The scouting for new project team members is targeted within universities.

It's unrealistic, uneconomical, and uncontrollable to gather working professionals for training and standby.

The focus on cultivating relevant talent suggests that instead of gathering old veterans, starting direct talent development is preferable.

Tan Wenbin congratulated Xue Liangliang because Mr. Luo entrusted him with the task of forming the new team.

Like young soldiers eager for battles to earn merits.

Because of the special times, promotion avenues will become wider.

Despite grinding through his qualifications smoothly over the past two years, Xue Liangliang still needed to go through this process.

Now, this process has been significantly truncated, giving him a leap forward opportunity.

Of course, the premise is that your capacity can withstand the test; otherwise, you'd fall badly, unable to match your position.

At this moment, Xue Liangliang felt neither the joy nor excitement of gaining such a valuable opportunity, nor was he anxious or apprehensive.

He merely acknowledged that after taking over new responsibilities, his visits home would drastically reduce.

Previously, he traveled from one project to another, seemingly exhausting, but work was staged, providing many opportunities for returning to Nantong.

Yet, once the new task unfolded, he would need to handle selection, assessment, training, internships, practice — all personally.

Without a sense of responsibility, life could be leisurely, but with it, work content becomes nearly limitless in the short term.

Since your time no longer solely belongs to yourself, seizing another chance to go back requires bearing moral guilt.

"Brother Liang, this is a good thing. I believe your wife will support you too."

Tan Wenbin patted Xue Liangliang's shoulder. He knew he was speaking nonsense, but at this moment, nonsense was all he could offer.

Xue Liangliang nodded: "I'm heading back to Jinling now. The team scale is initially set at thirty people. If it were just three, that would be easier."

Three people; coincidentally, they are right here — Xiao Yuan, Binbin, and Lin Shuyou.

Xue Liangliang believed there were no more professional students in Haihe University than the three present.

Li Zhiyuan: "If you need any help, just tell us."

Xue Liangliang smiled slightly: "Of course, I wouldn't hold back."

Having said that, Xue Liangliang waved, walked to the roadside, and got into the cab waiting for customers.

Li Zhiyuan knew that Brother Liangliang probably planned to take one last dive in the river before leaving Nantong.

In the coming period, Xue Liangliang wouldn't return anytime soon.

Li Zhiyuan: "Let's head back too."

Lin Shuyou hailed another cab by the roadside.

On the way back, Li Zhiyuan again contemplated time, but this time it wasn't about when he'd reach home.

Underneath the Underground Palace, Li Zhiyuan obtained a decayed bamboo slip from the masked man.

After technical restoration, he sought help from old professors at the Beijing family institute to decode it, uncovering nine major coordinates.

These coordinates were scattered around various places: White Mountain Black Water, Southern Yunnan, Northern Grasslands, the Desert of Gobi, Ten Thousand Mountains, Thousand Islands Lake, Sichuan Basin, Plateau Glacier, and the last, under the sea.

Among them, Li Zhiyuan had specific guesses for three.

Sichuan Basin references Fengdu Ghost City.

White Mountain Black Water points to Ji'an's Goguryeo Tomb.

The coordinate under the sea suggests the location of the giant sea turtle.

Upon first receiving the nine coordinates, Li Zhiyuan found them distant from himself.

Yet when Mr. Luo announced the 572 civil defense project was restarting, the young man suddenly realized that what needed to happen... was inevitably coming.

He didn't know whether he would have to traverse through all nine mysterious realms, but the three currently known already had direct ties to him.