The Ministry of Defense's series of maneuvers quickly caught the attention of domestic consortiums, as Lynch's Flight Research Institute also made the list, prompting someone to reach out to him swiftly.
Mr. Wardrick, accompanied by two engineers, found Lynch.
"I heard you discussed some remarkable things at the Ministry of Defense?" Sitting across from Lynch, Mr. Wardrick had a peculiar feeling.
Three years ago, when he met this young man, he took a second look merely because he was indeed handsome, but he hadn't truly captured Mr. Wardrick's "attention."
An ordinary person without the value of being noticed, perhaps useful in the future—there's always someone fond of handsome young men, and Mr. Wardrick's evaluation of Lynch was limited to this.
Yet, today, three years later, Lynch had earned the qualification to sit behind the table facing him, a feeling quite intriguing.
He pulled out a cigarette along with a cigarette companion, lighting it for himself.
