I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 1056 - 1155: Lungfish Task Force?

And Su Malie, sighing, went off to run more errands. There’s no choice, with trillions of family assets to inherit, if she doesn’t even understand the operational mode now, she won’t survive in this messed-up world.

Jing Shu took two days off, rested well at home for two days, and then her mood was beautiful again.

The matter with Jun Bao can be postponed.

As long as he doesn’t contact her, she can loaf around for a few days.

In her space, there are now over a dozen laboratory octopuses, the few that slipped through the net that day.

She kept them alone in a 2 cubic meter pool, added some Spiritual Spring, hoping to breed them.

"I always feel that Old Zhou and the people from the lab didn’t tell the truth, do these octopuses have other uses? Anyway, I’ll breed them first and see later if there’s any other use."

If they’re useful, she’ll make a fortune.

If they’re not useful—no way! Then she’ll just make octopus balls every day!

On the fifteenth of the month, the Jing Family gathered briefly as usual, and Grandma Jing personally made sweet dumplings and fried dumpling balls, while Chu Zhuohua made firecrackers and fireworks again.

The time was almost into March, and the new year officially ended, beginning a more stable year of the apocalypse—

That’s how Jing Shu saw it. Despite the year being full of the smell of rotten eggs, it’s not as nerve-wracking as the previous years with earthquakes and floods happening now and then.

For ordinary people, it’s a rare peaceful year.

For Jing Shu, it’s a freaking joyful year.

"Life, it should be this beautiful." Jing Shu practiced with the Magic Cube in her hand, able to solve it with a swish even with her eyes closed, just unsure when the next Magic Cube Space upgrade would happen.

The last time she worked was a week ago when she went to the Township Government to receive a reward for her role in handling the octopus incident, saving hundreds and thousands of lives, and was therefore awarded a second-class merit and 50,000 Contribution Value.

As for the octopuses Jing Shu was breeding from the laboratory escapees, they successfully produced a batch of baby octopuses.

These DNA-replicated little octopuses, well, there were hundreds of thousands of eggs, hatching tens of thousands of baby octopuses.

Jing Shu studied them for a few days and then stopped because these octopuses didn’t seem special at all. Jing Shu thought if they still weren’t special when they grew up, she would just eat them.

Because these octopuses, having nothing to do, liked to squirt ink everywhere, and this ink might be toxic, Jing Shu couldn’t keep these special octopuses with other fish.

Moreover, she wasn’t short of toxins now—

But just when Jing Shu planned to find time to make a batch of octopus balls, hey, she had no time left.

"Rustle, rustle—"

"Woosh—"

In the office, the sound of pages turning arose, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.

Jun Bao frowned, his forehead veins pulsing, and finally, after rubbing his forehead for a while, he called Jing Shu over from home.

When Jing Shu arrived, she was still confused, with a "what’s up" look.

Jun Bao pushed a box of hundreds of documents over, "These all discuss methods for governing lungfish; they all sound good."

Jing Shu nodded, so Jun Bao called her over to deal with the lungfish matters? She couldn’t help but snort and nod. Those methods indeed sounded good.

After all, she exchanged a lot of rice and flour for them.

"Right? I also think these methods are good, although some are a bit outlandish, they’re definitely very good methods." Jing Shu agreed.

Jun Bao coughed lightly, "But before sending them over, shouldn’t you pre-screen some?" Like, filter out the bizarre ones?

He’s been at it for an hour and hasn’t finished reviewing them. The whole South Sea’s business alone requires thousands of signatures; isn’t he supposed to do other work too?

Jing Shu nodded seriously: "These are already the top 100 articles I’ve screened, I think they’re all quite good."

Her factories churned out thousands of articles, it’s like a science exam, filtering a hundred is being the best of the best.

Jun Bao sighed.

"Alright, I get it. Regarding the lungfish issue, I’m planning to establish a special task force, with an initial investment of 10 million Virtual Coin, for research, maintenance, and defense, with about 300 members. What do you think?"

Jun Bao takes this issue very seriously, as it concerns whether the Wu City People can stay in the South Sea in the future.

But, currently—nothing has happened yet; there’s too little information, too little data, and he doesn’t have the time to invest a great deal of energy, so he still has to establish a task force.

Jing Shu’s eyes lit up, and she nodded: "But I think 10 million Virtual Coin is definitely not enough, especially for lungfish research, a laboratory needs to be established, which is a huge expenditure.

And we need at least other departments, like the Collection Department, to go to India, to the outer sea areas to collect lungfish data, and we also need an Epidemic Prevention Department to use chemical, physical, and other methods to prevent lungfish from coming ashore and harming people."

Jun Bao squinted his eyes, looking at Jing Shu strangely.

Actually, he’s always had an idea.

When Jing Shu talks about these things, though she verbally suggests it might, will, or may happen, he feels that internally, Jing Shu is very sure these things will happen.

Just like before the respiratory virus spread ten years ago, no one knew how to defend or what medicine to take, but she seemed to have a sure path to take, as if she experienced it.

Given that—

"Who do you think should be the special task force leader?"