The fruit saplings for South City arrived on the evening of the third day, accompanied by the roar of a large transport plane.
Amidst the cheers of several thousand people at the farm, Gu Xi and her small group of friends got into a vehicle heading back to A City Base.
"Mr. Zhou, the base will be sending over the first batch of superhumans in a few days. I'll have to trouble you with everything after that." Before getting into the car, Gu Xi fished an old-fashioned communicator out of some forgotten corner of her space and said to Mr. Zhou, "If you run into any problems you can't handle, you can use this to contact me."
This old-fashioned communicator was a model from over thirty years ago. It had been obsolete for many years, ever since personal terminals came onto the market. Mr. Zhou was taken aback for a moment after accepting it, seemingly confused as to why Gu Xi wanted him to use this to contact her.
