Leaving Chen Ming alone in the hospital room.
It was just as well; he needed to take some time to tally up how many things he had to do at the moment.
However, just as Chen Ming lay down, the manager suddenly contacted him: "Xiao Ming, I heard you're back?"
Chen Ming immediately sat up and said to the terminal in his hand, "Yes, I'm right here at the dock."
"On that Dusk's ship? Or the one Old Wu brought back?"
"The boss's ship, but it's mine now."
"Congratulations, in just a few months, you've gone from piloting a mining ship to commanding a Cruiser."
"Just luck."
"Nonsense."
The manager had known Chen Ming long enough to understand that acquiring a Cruiser was not mere luck, but skill.
Yet Chen Ming insisted with a serious look, "Why does nobody believe honesty?"
"Alright, enough nonsense. I have something serious to discuss. Come by when you have time; I have something for you."
"What is it?"
"It's a bit complicated; you'll know when you get here."
"Okay."
